Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 167
The return journey was very smooth, and generally not bad when you have two hundred peasants with you.

He met Caloma of Wanleder, he was doing well, with his own personal force, and in the excellent matching mechanism of Bretonnia, the nobles could not easily vindicate here.

They broke away from the 19th tax, relying on force, hunting, and free trade with nearby lords, the village was thriving, but because they did not have any lord's permission, their expansion was difficult.

He has become a retrograde in the torrent of the times, and he may soon be drowned. Roel can't help him too much, he just returned his herring masked people, although one died.

They had a meal, hot and massive, and Nock got on well with him, and he got on well with anyone, of course.

It's just that Alimara is very strange today. She leaned on Roel's side and wanted to pour wine or something, while the other Holy Grail girl was still as clingy as before.

He bid farewell to his old friend in Mallorca, and looked at the hut where he lived recently. Now there is a new hunter here. He was flattered by Roel's arrival, but Roel just took out two decrees.

"I have eaten a lot of venison here, and I owe you."

I don't know whether it was about the previous residents of this house or the current one, only two silver coins fell on the table and kept spinning.

After Roel left, the whole family dared to look up, staring at the two silver coins in a daze.

They don't understand the kindness of this lord, but they also realize that the nobles or heroes who will come here will not be the same as those who came before.

Praise free Wanled.

Roel and the others left again, the speed of the convoy was neither fast nor slow, but when he saw an empty room on the side of the road, the memory of being attacked by the monster here revived in his head.

He pointed to the house and said to the farmers. "I dismantled it!"

Then they picked up their guns and got ready to fire. The farmers approached the house, picked up their tools, and many ghostly things crawled out of it.

The peasants were frightened out of their wits, and just as the others were about to make a move, Roel's gun shot out. The system's magic damage judgment was successful, and it hit the ghost's chest. Disperse.

"Dismantle it for me!" Roel was indignant, he almost died in the hands of this thing, and now he is doing harm to the people.

When the farmers demolished the houses, cleared out the skeletons of many adventurers, and buried those poor people, the evil here was completely dispersed, and the team set off again.

The procession staggered, and it took a week and a half to reach Pordero, the hometown of Roel, the fishing village on the coast, the reefs, the smell of the sea breeze and the worship of the peasants.

Compared with the village in Brionne, the village here has a lot more wooden fences, which makes the farmers in Brionne feel very novel.

And the people in Pordereau are drinkers and may be forgetful, but the direction of Mousillon keeps reminding them that they are not safe.

When they saw Roel coming, they gathered around and sang the familiar ballad again.

[The suffocating cold wind is blowing from the direction of the North Sea, and the Norse war roars, when the abundance of autumn is broken.

Whoever makes his musket bears the responsibility of being a knight.

When darkness falls at last, when the branches are broken, the time of light and labor is past.

On the way to the west, the hunter will find in that far away place, a continent where the dead can rest in peace.

Beautiful iris, the white buds all over the garden set off his bravery, in the iris, I saw him bathed in the golden sunshine,
The flowers are smooth, the leaves are clear, and the voice is soft and clear. 】

After the song was over, Nock's eyes lit up, he patted Roel's shoulder, and asked as if he was playing around on the horse. "Asshole, do you still have someone else's music?"

Roel rubbed his shoulders, and the whole thing fell apart after being patted by him. "Of course." He looked at his little disciple dotingly again. "My most important person wrote the music for me."

Nock glanced at the girl with great interest. "I'm so envious."

Roel said. "It's all right, Pordereau has plenty of good girls."

Alimara in the back blushed first, and then puffed out her chest like a big cock. Lianli gritted her teeth when she declared her sovereignty to a certain Holy Grail girl. Sooner or later, she would have to find a new song for Mr. Roel. What…

A strange feeling of comparison filled the hearts of the two of them, but they forgot that a certain elf had already won.

The convoy moved forward slowly, and the city of Bordero was in sight.

After a while, the Duke of Boldrow, the Sea King, Duke Alberic, has seen the report below. He is currently wearing the iconic blue armor and training the Knights in the castle.

The Duke of Boldero is world-famous for his strictness towards knights. Some people commented that if you stay in his castle for a while, you will feel that there is heaven there.

But at the same time, he is also strict with himself. Some people commented that he is too rigid, but on the contrary, he is the only lord in Bretonnia who often uses firearms, and he is also the master of the most powerful naval army.

His judgment on farmers and chivalry is very loose. A large amount of commercial trade is carried out in his territory. Countless gold coins and fine wine are synonymous with Bordello. How could such a knight lord be a stupid person.

During this period of time, the only person he had eyes for was a farmer. It was ridiculous to say that he tidied up his armor and threw down his knight army.

When the servants asked others curiously what he was going to do, no one could answer.

On that day, the residents of Bordeaux gathered at the gate of the city, waiting for the return of their peasant knight. They hoped that this lord could stay in the city to correct the worsening folk customs during this period, and they also hoped that he could stay in Bordeaux. Dero, let this legend have a corresponding person.

When people look to the south of Musillon, the fear in their hearts lingers for a long time, only Roel's ballads seem to be full of power, and now the national idol of Poldereau is back.

Ribbons, girls, and fine wine filled the streets of the city. The lord of Bordereau rode down from the castle on the reef and was waiting at the city gate long ago.

But the minutes passed and soon people realized something was wrong...

The hero did not return, and when the guards ventured to open the gates, the imaginary troops and Roel himself were absent, only the empty plain of Bordereau.

When people were puzzled, complained, and disappointed, on the shore of Bordello, in an unremarkable small fishing village, the table was filled with rough food. Nock pouted and complained why Roel didn't go to the city. middle?

Roel just looked at the two old people who were smiling, and the children around him, and said to Nock. "I said, I want to go home, don't I?"

(End of this chapter)