Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 197 Brothers turn against each other
Callard was walking on the street, and his attention was also captured too much by Merovingian's strange knight image. He didn't notice the strangeness of his younger brother at all. He didn't see his younger brother until after the award was issued.

It didn't take long for Callard to realize that Bertley was angry, but he also knew that Bertley would be there.

It's nothing more than a tavern, or a private room on the second floor of the tavern, and a love affair with a lady who admires him. In the eyes of Callard, his younger brother will always be a child, so just go and release his mood.

He seemed indifferent, and walked towards the tavern in the city. This is the place where information is concentrated, and it is also a good place for recreation and fun, but he just wanted to make sure that his playful younger brother was there.

Callard has always been like this... Indulging his younger brother, even pushing away the family's property, he has already thought about it, and then he will go to the wilderness to explore the Holy Grail, but he is definitely not a good brother, for him Beltley was important, but he didn't know how to care.

As he is now, it would normally be considered a severe concern to pull him out of the tavern, lest he get dusty again, and treat him with strict own signs, but Garrard will only make sure of his situation , and indulge his pleasure.

He stepped into a place full of alcohol, and the smell here made Callard, who was not stained with alcohol, a little unaccustomed, and he would not ask a lady to have sex with him. In this regard, Duke Boldero may be different from him. less common language.

People are playing and playing, and it is rare to have such a leisure place in Musillon. Callad strolled by. It is dinner time at this moment, and there are many people and messy.
Callard could hear everyone here discussing one thing.

"Do you know about Boldero's giant ship?!"

"Poldro's ship, have you heard of it?"

"That, Roel, do you understand?"

"My God, is that really something made by humans?"

"I heard that the Holy Grail Knight is also up there."

The Holy Grail Knight... These words made Calad pause a bit. This is his lifelong goal, and Musilon has not seen the Holy Grail Knight for a long time, and it even made him feel that there may be no hope in his life.

Boldero's giant ship...

Callard silently remembered the name in his heart...

He walked up to the owner of the tavern with ease, and the owner understood. "Master Bertley has just left, and he may be discussing some important matter with the knight of the kingdom in the duel today."

Callard took out three pennies and thanked him, this is not the first time he has done this, and since Bertley would still come to the tavern carelessly, it can be seen that he has no idea how much his brother cares about him life.

"Which direction?" Callard asked.

The bartender answered. "Let's think about it, the East, the Haikou side."

Callard replied. "Thank you." He walked out of the tavern and rode on his white horse, and the farmers on the side of the road saluted him, but he didn't care, his heart was already filled with anxiety.

Bertley...Bertley...what are you and the knight doing? !

Callard's sharp intuition told him that he couldn't indulge this time!
When the horses' pattering hooves came to the east of the village with drumbeats, the figures of three horses were looming in the distance.

Callard approached very quickly and drew his blade. He had seen the damned Merovingian, or in his head, the guy named Moron.

"Stop!"

"Bertley, what are you messing with?!"

His stern look was like wind and thunder, but Merovingian, Pete Fonti or his brother, Bertley, had no fear at all.

Merovingian said. "I invite him to come to my territory as a guest and to be my champion."

Callard could sense something was wrong with the guy. "What's your territory called? Tell me!"

Merovingian didn't answer, but just glanced at his disciples. At this moment, Bertley was wearing a pitch-black hood, blocking his cheeks. There were many holes in his favorite armor cloak, and his suit of battle armor had also changed. Strangely, many spikes were born.

His voice was hoarse. "Don't worry about Lord Moron's territory, Karad, it has nothing to do with you. It's my own decision to become the Lord's disciple."

If it is normal, Karad naturally doesn't care, but the person in front of him is definitely not a human being...

"No... no, this is the only one that won't work, come back to me, Bertley!"

Bertley shook his head. "You are usually better than me in everything, and you take care of me in everything. Everyone says that you can become a Holy Grail Knight, but I will inherit the few broken pieces of land in my family at most."

"Of course you have hope, and I want to appear weak and cowardly, but this is the only thing you can't decide, my brother."

The words were very intimate, yet the sweat dripped from Karard's brow when he said them. "What, what do you mean! What the hell are you messing with?!"

Duke Meroving spoke at this moment. "That's enough, there's no need. I've already found a talent like your brother. If I'm satisfied, it's only natural to bring him back to the territory."

Callard drew the Sword of Galan and pointed the gleaming blade at Lord Merovingian.

"You bastard, what kind of demon are you, and how did you confuse my younger brother?!"

Duke Meroving was not angry at all. There are still many people who insulted him in the past thousand years, but not many of them lived as long as he did!

But Bertley just met his master today, his master. Naturally, he couldn't tolerate this man's insults. Bertley pulled out the dark red long sword, which was made by Duke Meroving's magic. It is dazzling and coquettish. Extremely.

It made people feel suffocated and frightened, and the muscle-like lines beat on it, which only made Galad more sure of the fear in his heart.

And his younger brother is now pointing his sword at him...

"You... you... no big or small thing! I taught you swordsmanship and made you ride a horse, is that how you treat me?"

"Our father passed away early, and he forgot how I supported the family! Guarantee that those bastard lords will not take our things?"

"Now that you have grown up and your wings are stiff, follow this, this..." Callard thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of what the Duke of Meroving was.

"This... Enemy of Batoni! Go?"

The Duke of Meroving was not angry when he heard this name, but was delighted, with a crackling, non-human smile. "The enemy, the enemy of Batoni..."

"Haha, a good name, a good name~ Strong and a bit sinister, I want people to call me like that in the future, Bretonnia must also change its name, let me think about it?"

"How about the Ghoul Court?"

The words made Garrard sweat profusely. "You... what are you talking about that is outrageous, Ghoul King's Court?"

"Who are you, what are you..."

Galad saw a lot of historic sites, especially his hometown. Everyone knew about Musilon, and even King Lawn was said to be afraid of him.

"Are you...are you?!"

Duke Meroving showed his fangs, and his handsome face turned into a terrifying bat-like face. At this moment, Bertley also took off his hood, revealing that terrifying face that was transforming!
Bertley said hoarsely. "I have belonged to the Lord of Musilon, and his territory is, Musilon!"

Galad only felt cold all over his body, icy cold, so courageous, but he still understood that he couldn't let this demon go, he had to kill him!He has to beat him!
"Ah! You demon that caused Musilon to suffer..."

"If you hadn't declared war with the kingdom, Musilon wouldn't be deprived of such a large land now!"

Duke Merovingian just smiled. "Written by the victors in history, if you only read the second half and think that I am a tyrant, enslaving people, and fighting the Bretonnian knights is asking for trouble, then how do you know the first half?"

"I, the Duke of Meroving, fought in the plains for decades, arrived in the south to the Ratman, and rescued thousands of people suffering from the red plague in Musilon! I fought against Norsca in the north, and sheltered Poldero for decades! The lords, the dukes , and their direct descendants still owe me!"

"But what's their reward? Pointing a knife at me at my celebration banquet! They say I cannibalize and suck blood, and that my servants are ugly and deformed!"

"The kingdom draws the sword for me, and I drink his blood, what's wrong!?"

Callard yelled. "You use human oil as candles, human blood as wine, and entertain the dukes. How can the king eat it?"

"You just treat human beings like animals, and you can exploit them at will!"

Merovingian laughed. "What about you knights, take nine out of ten and keep one for yourself~"

Callard yelled. "This is what the knights need to protect the peasants. The knights sacrifice their lives for the peasants. So what if they donate some labor?"

"If the harvest is not much, the knight will drink less wine and eat less food, and let the farmers store more food!"

"And you only long for things that flow in the human pulse at any time!"

Merovingian didn't speak much, and only asked Bertley to say something. "Solve your matter, it's over, see you in the castle."

Bertley rode forward with a horrible and disgusting face, which made Galad feel chilled, while Meroving walked slowly towards the east like the knight was nothing.

Garrard had a complicated expression. "You...you gave your life and soul to that demon like this?"

Bertley wiped the blade. "For its strength, why not?"

asked Garrard. "You betrayed your relatives and ladies like this?"

Bertley rode a fast horse. "It's ideal, why not?"

Garrard asked again. "Then make it easier for me to touch the sword! I'm going to kill you!"

Bertley yelled. "For victory, why not!"

Ding!The blades touched, sharp and cold, and the swords of the two knights drew sparks in the night, and the frightened wild animals fled in all directions, and then the horses distanced themselves, just like in the arena, staggering at opposite trots!

Again, ding!The sparks were even worse, so that Karad's sword of Galan was chipped, on the contrary, Duke Merovingian's blade was still sharp.

Two touches and a powerful blow, this is just a blood kiss from Bertley, and his form is unstable.

The vampire's soul and body are highly bound, and its power is far beyond that of a mortal. However, under such circumstances, Galad can forcefully take two rides and cuts, which is no longer easy.

The wind carried the smell of rust from the fireworks, which made everyone feel weird. The moonlight shone on Bertley's already stable cheeks. He completed the transformation, and his beautiful face became fairer, and the power...

He has far surpassed his brother!
For the third time, the blades touched each other. After only a moment, Galad flew off the horse and fell to the ground. He was in a mess, and his beautiful armor was covered with dust.

But his younger brother didn't ask for his blood, he just sat on the horse and looked at him. He "indulged" him in tm, just like Garrard indulged his own depravity, he was also indulging his brother!
Galad gritted his teeth, but he didn't have the strength to get up, only feeling top-heavy.

The picture in front of him gradually blurred, uncomfortable, suffocating, and pain filled his body.

When he passed out, it was already the next day when he woke up
The light shines on his face, and the birds and beasts play and fight in the stream.

He didn't die, he was just tired and embarrassed. The traces of yesterday's battle were clear but vague, like a dream.

How much he wished to find a way to make up for his indulgence to his younger brother, but now it's a done deal.

He got up, weak, painful, blood echoing in his throat.

He got up and returned to the city like a dog in the water, but he still didn't despair, instead he shouted and promoted in the city.

"Duke Meroving is resurrected! Duke Meroving is resurrected!"

But the truth is that people can't believe it, and they don't want to believe it, at least the living people in this world dare not, and they don't want the undead monarch who brought pain to Musilon to return.

When someone in the crowd threw an egg at Garald, who was tattered, ragged, and whose armor was stained with dust, Garald was stunned...

How did the peasants treat the knights like this?

But before his attack, he saw overwhelming public grievances, stalking him like a flood of beasts. They don't believe it, they don't want to believe it, even if they saw the magic of a ghost-like knight in the arena yesterday.

Garrard's head was buzzing, did Meroving count?He dodged eggs, stones, ran out of the village, and walked aimlessly along the path, Bretonnia was finished...

His younger brother also went astray, so he could only walk desperately to the place where they disappeared, the east, the direction of Haikou, until he was so hungry that he could not bear it, until he forgot everything.

Lost in pain and hunger, he let his precious armor trod through mud, and there was no doubt that the knight's spine had been broken.

Until he came near the mouth of the sea, he walked with his head down, grabbed fruit plants when he was hungry, swallowed them like a beast, and then continued walking for several days.

He was suddenly stopped on the road. Normally, he would only be treated as a lunatic, and no one cared about him.

Galad looked up and saw the head of a mule and a man in simple clothes with a long strange weapon slung behind his back.

"Well, do you have no place to live? Do you want to come to my place? I'm short of people."

"There is no five social insurance and one housing fund. In fact, there is no social security in this place. Oh, don't pay attention to my trivial thoughts."

Roel touched his chin. He has been short of people for a while. After all, it is very difficult to form a new territory, and he only hopes that the person in front of him is not a lunatic...

　It would be embarrassing for Meroving to have someone shameless obstructing him.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)