Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 170 I have a dream, and that is... The Imperials are really rich!

On the third day after sending out the invitation letter, two-thirds of the lords in Bordereau came to the city one after another. Roel had already predicted that when the lords stepped into his territory, they were arranged It's clear.

According to the size of the territory, the output of wine, whether there is iron ore, and the production capacity of saltpeter, come to meet people and order dishes. Those who can supply raw materials will sit at the second table, those who can make money will sit at the first table, and those who come to eat without anything will go to the third table table.

The people of Bretonnia always liked banquets. At this moment, dozens of great lords came together. At noon, they were surrounded by the manor of the castle. A hundred flowers bloomed nearby, firecrackers blared, and smoke billowed.

Then the band played... that's right, it was done according to the template of red and white events, leaving a little shock to the old lords.

There are also people who are born with special treatment, such as Garamon, the Holy Grail Knight, Miss Irene Rick, the daughter of the old lord, the Duke of Boldrow, and the Duke of Aberrick. The three are in the castle. It is also very complicated.

They never expected that the ignorant Mr. Farmer a few months ago could be on an equal footing with them now, because of what?Black powder, blessing?

In fact, they knew best in their hearts that the peculiarity of this farmer was an unexplainable miracle that had always happened to him.

Duke Alberic of Boldrow looked at the fishing village where all the people gathered, and said to Roel. "My knight, I can initiate a noble application like Colony and Carcassonne to make you a real noble knight."

"How, do you want to join my knight order?"

If it was an ordinary person, he would have been ecstatic to hear this news, but for Roel, this is just a restriction now. If those stupid chivalry made him give up firearms, mercenaries and business ways, it would definitely be worth the candle .

And...King Lawn and the Lake God both regard him as their own, and this is also clear to the Duke, he is the one who is responsible for landing the mortar!
The words of Duke Boldro refer more to whether you want to join your forces than the so-called for your own good.

Roel was also a smart man, playing with the wine glass full of wine, and answered. "My lord, I will always be your subject, but I am not a knight. The filth in my blood does not agree that I am going up too much."

"I am loyal to Bretonnia, and I am loyal to you, but I am not completely a Bordeaux. I am also an ally of Nock, the Grail Knight of Brionne, a friend of Mr. Galamen, and a friend of Savoy. Lord Rick's knight heir."

"If you're against them, I think it's good to weigh our relationship."

The Duke of Boldro smiled wryly, and took out his pen with the white-eyed wolf he had cultivated himself. "Where is your grape alliance contract, I signed it."

"You will be responsible for the sales of 250 barrels and [-] bottles of wine in Bordeaux this quarter."

"Give it to me according to the profit of the contract."

Roel rubbed the tip of his nose, but he couldn't be more happy in his heart. It is equivalent to the income of 400 gold coins for this order. As long as the businessman finishes the transaction and there is no attack on the road, it will not be a big problem. Even if there is, it will be sold successfully once. The profit is also enough to cover other orders.

And Roel's business path and sales are not a problem at all, not only with the help of the old Bretonnian Chamber of Commerce of Rooster and Teapot, but also with the sponsorship of rich merchants from the empire.

Alcohol has always been a major part of the empire's consumption, and the consumption habits of the imperial nobles are also biased towards wine, and the name of Bordello wine is far overseas.

There are markets, production capacity, and routes. With such commercial production capacity, it is not impossible to build your own fleet within a year.

The Duke of Boldro must have known his little plan, but not only did he acquiesce, but he signed a contract with him now. Roel also guessed the reason, and it was because his status as a knight prevented him from enjoying the benefits.

Roel especially doubled the price on his contract, that is, two decrees per bottle, almost double the price of a normal lord.

"Small kindness, I hope the Duke will accept it."

You know, if there is a problem with the caravan, you still have to pay for the wine purchased here. Is there a way to make money without risk? The price Roel gave to that kind of lord is actually not bad at all, without any risk, and can also provide additional income 20 percent.

As for the Duke, his identity is the best thing. Looking at the revised price, the Duke understood in his heart. After signing his name, Roel picked up the contract.

He walked out the door. At this moment, the lords downstairs also gathered a lot, and all kinds of delicacies were served, but because of the knight's restraint and distrust of Roel, they did not do anything for a long time.

After all, what he killed was Brionne's blood knight, and what he became was Carcassonne's chosen lady of the lake. If he had anything to do with Sea God, those knights would have already feasted on them.

At this moment, Roel walked onto the high platform. He was not wearing the usual clothes, but the same gorgeous clothes as the lord, which made people look sideways.

he spoke. "I have a dream."

"Thousands of years ago, the first kingdom Gilles signed the Kingdom Establishment Document of "Bretonnian Unity". Now we are engraving his history like a sculpture under his light!"

The voice is not loud, but it has spread to all the major lords here, the reason is very simple, Miss Lianli is using her magic power of life to amplify his voice.

"For thousands of years, knights have worked hard to protect farmers. This order has been in order for a hundred years. However, today, a hundred years later, we must face up to the fact that farmers do not have enough money."

"A hundred years later, on the fertile soil, the lord's life is still not rich enough! A hundred years later, some people sell their land because of money, and some people can only wear one less armor because of poor farmers!"

"I suddenly realized that the lord is the mainstay of the homeland, but he can't get what he deserves. We are here today to bring this appalling situation to the public."

"I have a dream. I hope that the heroes of Bretonnia can be rich enough to feed back the farmers, but the current shortage is because the soil is not rich enough, and the fruit trees are not sweet enough?"

"No, it's you, us, everyone, everyone didn't realize that the imperial people are richer!"

"I will sell the wine to those bastards with chicken feathers in their heads at a high price, and then cash in the gold coins to you! Now, I won't say too much, let's eat!"

Tranquility, serenity, the major lords were dumbfounded, and then cheers erupted for a while.

"Wuhu, beat the Imperials to death!"

"Long live Gilles, long live Pordereau!"

Seeing the happy faces of the lords, Roel drank some water, and then ordered the housekeeper. "Take down the contract and let them sign it one by one."

Hey, just wait to lie on the gold coin to cosplay Smaug!

(End of this chapter)