Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 17 Baked Snails

When the fresh dishes were brought to the table, the three of them specially asked for a private room. A suckling pig was roasted red, with an apple stuffed in its mouth, placed in the middle, next to a circle of white bread and several bottles of brandy, and then a Baked snails in a big pot, a whole plate of nuts, sprinkled with honey and jam.

There are 10 decrees in total for a table, which is enough for an ordinary family to eat bread for two months, and it becomes an ordinary table. Naturally, the spices from the land of the Tomb King are noble, but in Poldero Quite a lot, so the tavern must not have lost its profit.

Roel murmured in his heart, he smashed your restaurant if it didn’t taste good, and then he cut a piece of suckling pork. As soon as he ate it, he felt salty and fresh, and the meat was also soft and rotten. I’m afraid it was boiled in high broth and then served. Sugar juice makes sugar color.

The flowers were not bad, anyway, it was a guest invited by a certain knight, and when the taste came, Roel's inner thoughts became cloudy and sunny.

At this moment, Roel was still tasting, and found that the tavern waiter hadn't left yet, so he signaled the others to continue eating, and then asked the waiter. "Why are you still watching?"

The servant rubbed his hands. "My lord, we pay first."

Naturally, Roel didn't believe such words, because he had seen that most of the guests only paid when they went out, and he probably saw that his clothes were sloppy, and he was afraid that he was eating a king's meal.

He tosses a gold coin. "Change first, no tip, no less than a penny!"

The attendant quickly escaped from the two decrees and thanked him again. "Thank you, please use it slowly."

Roel sighed and looked at his clothes. In Bretonnia, people really depend on their clothes. Clothes are income and status. Peasants who wear gorgeous clothes will even be beheaded.

Not thinking so much, Roel buried his head in the food again. Naturally, he couldn't finish eating so much food, although even Elena ate a lot this time.

She still complained that the wine was not rich enough, and cared that the recipe was too greasy, but she never stopped talking. Until the afternoon, the three of them were full of wine and food, but they still packed dozens of pieces of bread and a few pieces of steak.

Eustabe, on the other hand, has become a starving ghost. Last time he ate in a tavern, he endured his desires in order not to let himself be caught. This time, he concentrated on savoring the taste of the civilized world!

It also made the meal complete, and when walking on the street, except for Roel, who didn't drink, the other two people were staggering, but in Pordero, a city of alcoholics, this is also a normal thing, and the sky is not yet dark. , Drunk people abound.

Now Roel is holding a basket of bread in his hand, and is still thinking about buying some salted cod bacon and spices to bring back to the lighthouse as a reserve.

And I have no bullets, so I have to find a time to urge the master blacksmith.

But at this very moment, a short man in black robe bumped into Roel. Roel was tall and burly, and he staggered when he was hit by that guy. When he recovered, he felt his pocket light again.

You know, Roel usually carried his savings with him. He touched the pocket, first pressed his fingers through the clothes, felt empty, and pressed directly to his thighs, and pressed his palms up and down again.

His complexion turned bad instantly, and he immediately reached in, groped for a while to make sure there were no holes, and shouted. "md has pickpockets!"

The whole process took only one second, and then he directly pushed the bread in his hand to Eustabe, and ran towards the little thief!
The little thief's speed was not bad, but Roel found that the other side was waiting for him. When he was far away, he would slow down deliberately, and obviously led him towards the port.

There is a pit!

When he followed the little thief through a narrow intersection, Roel retreated violently.

I am afraid that the port has his accomplices, who want to kill and steal for themselves?Roel analyzed, probably because he saw that the guy behind him was a gun...

He immediately turned around, the loss of money was a minor matter, and the loss of life was a major issue, but when he turned around, he saw two well-armed master knights riding horses, blocking his way.

He immediately yelled, "My lord! That man stole my savings! Please have pity on me, God of the lake, my parents still need food and drink!"

The two knights were all in plate armor, silent, and their gleaming silver battle caps were also shining with sunlight, as beautiful as the ripples on the surface of the sea.

It was only at this moment that Roel realized that the shields of the knights were half blue and half white, with the coat of arms of the Holy Grail painted on them. It was the family coat of arms of the Dukes of Boldrow and Alberik!
You must know that the Duke of Alberik has the highest requirements for his knights in terms of character, martial arts, and honor in Bretonnia. It cannot be said that they are saints, but they are also composed of good people.

Roel was overjoyed, waiting for the master knights to ride their horses and bring back their savings, but the next second, the little thief came back.

Roel immediately pointed at the man in black robe. "It's him, my lord, it's him!"

The man in black took out a small flag in his robe at this moment, and said against the guest.

"Farmer, Roel, please come with us once, the Duke wants to see you."

After the man finished speaking, the small flag in his hand was also the family coat of arms of the Duke of Boldero!
Roel's head was buzzing. Every time, he was tricked and dug a trap, but that person was the Duke of Abric! ?
(End of this chapter)