Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 206 Invitation to Awaken King Raun

Since the civil strife in Bretonnia, Musilon has also been a land without an owner. Hundreds of years have passed like light, flowing and changing. Now this place has a new owner, and the body of the Duke of Meroving has completely dissipated.

In the place where Duke Meroving left, countless flowers and weeds bloomed. This is a manifestation of his life force. All the things accumulated in his body as a vampire were transformed by him, but now they are used as life-saving things.

Vampires are absolutely impossible to dedicate, but this is not something free, but Meroving traded a little to Roel.

Let Musilon prosper again, if it can't be done, the terrible curse will probably appear on Roel's descendants, so.

Roel raised his head. He looked at the lily family crest on his chest. There was no doubt that even if he hadn't been entrusted, he would revive this land of the undead.

Merovingian's vitality slowly flowed into the distant ship. Roel looked at Mobike's own people, but turned around and walked quickly into the ship. His heartbeat gradually accelerated, nervous, urgent, expectant, and restless.

He didn't feel that way about such a terrible guy before, until he opened the door and saw the elf girl with silver hair hanging down her shoulders and paler under the moon.

She is not tall, her eyes are confused, she looks around, especially when she sees the battlefield outside the ship, but after the door is pushed open, she instantly becomes strong.

As if the thing that was attributed to the magic net just now did not exist at all, he pointed to Roel energetically and said.

"I'm back, short-lived ghost, but..."

She found that she had vampire fangs, and her hair was gray. Silver hair is common among wood elves, but fangs are obviously a bit beyond those guys' XP.

Elena said angrily. "Seeing what you have done, I probably won't be able to go back to the forest. You have to be responsible. When you die, I will drag you into the magic net."

Roel smiled calmly.

"Happy to oblige, my lady, the moonlight is just right now, would you like to go on deck with me to enjoy the moonlight in Bretonnia?"

Elena smelled the bloody smell that Roel brought down from the battlefield.

"You look like spring, Spring's Wild Hunt!"

"Go take a shower, I'll consider your invitation again."

Roel pouted, and ordered the servants to prepare clothes and take a bath. In the aisle, leaning against the corner, in a place where no one cares about, Alimala squatted on the ground, thinking about something, anyway, she was very lonely.

Maybe she hinted to herself time and time again, but she had to accept that her master did not regard her as a woman at all, and the education of the Bretonnians for young girls also made her afraid to take the initiative.

She should wait to be held up like a vase, instead of taking the initiative to attack. This is the view of love of a Bretonnian girl, extremely passive.

She didn't dare, she thought, she couldn't be satisfied, she... was heartbroken.

Pushing away from the room and returning to her own room, Miss Alimara stared blankly at the moon, as if someone was accompanying her beside her.

In contrast, on the wreckage of the battlefield, Nok was heartlessly wrestling with Blood Knight Falayet at the moment. The poor wooden table couldn't support the two of them with extraordinary strength, making an overwhelmed rattling sound.

"Oh, you vampire, admit defeat..." Nok's forehead burst out with veins, and the calls of the knights and peasants of the kingdom reverberated, but the blood knight was unexpectedly quiet. It can also be seen from the muscles that he is not easy.

The other blood knights were not as united as the Bretonnians, and they even watched with interest, expecting the defeat of the knight leader Falayet. Unfortunately, the stamina of the vampire surpassed the Holy Grail knight. After a painful click on the wooden table, Nok His arm was pressed in the air because of the table, it was old and dead.

Their silly voices also aroused the dissatisfaction of the two people on the deck looking at the moon. Now Roel has changed into a set of fancy clothes, a light blue military uniform, which belongs to him alone, similar to the nobleman with a sword in the first battle in his previous life. And the production of this suit exhausted many textile workers.

Elena was still in the same hospital gown, they were sitting on the deck, her white toes dangling in the air, her slender thighs were even whiter under the moonlight, the white hospital gown was just a simple piece of cloth, but there was no People dare to look up to see the so-called happy together.

In fact, any guy with a brain realizes that looking up they might see one of the most beautiful things in the world, and then a buckshot goes through their head.

Roel rubbed his nose. "Sorry, I'm full of idiots."

Elena replied. "I know that compared to the elves, you are short-lived, stupid, ugly, and short-sighted while having low intelligence, but there is no doubt that you can achieve miracles that the elves cannot achieve."

Roel frowned, even after half a year he still couldn't accept such a poisonous tongue, but let's forget it today...

It was just that Elena said something suddenly. "Except for you, you only have the problem of short life."

"Oh, and ugly."

Just when Roel felt happy, he was hit again. "Ma'am, I'll teach you how to be popular."

Elena tilted her head. "how?"

Roel replied. "talk less."

Elena asked. "What?"

Roel said. "Smile more, don't let others see what you think, people who talk too much will hurt others."

Elena pouted. "I won't, I will be gentle, compared to my people."

Roel retorted. "So the wood elves always end up in Bretonnian stories, and become witches or something..."

Elena looked at the moon sky, and the light of Jiyue was shining. She was not sure why she cared about this human being, but she did feel unhappy because of Roel's direct words.

The elf is very sensitive to emotions, she can feel it, in fact Roel is not a stupid person, he can feel it too.

It's just that they were suppressed by various things before, but now, the elves can't go back to their hometown, and the human beings are successful, and their stories may become good stories, and they will be taken out by the scholars of the empire to flog their corpses.

But Elena felt that even if she didn't see Roel, she would end up alone, so it doesn't matter if she was a widow for hundreds of years?
She raised her cheeks, big blue eyes, small lips, and rosy, like a cherry.

"Come on, short-lived ghost."

Roel blushed. He had killed people, dealt with demons, fucked vampires, and even dared to talk to green-skinned orcs, but now he was a little timid, but he was not a man, and he was very clear about the feelings of men and women.

"It's better to be respectful than obedient, ma'am." He kissed her, and it was soft to the touch without bitterness.

"How do you feel?" Elena asked.

"I'm cursed, and now I'm in charge of something," Roel replied.

Elena said. "No, you got my protection, short-lived ghost, before your fragile life left this world."

"No one can approach you silently, except me."

Roel stood up and bowed. "Ma'am, have you ever learned how to dance? I learned a lot while dealing with the territory for Nok, and I don't have a dance partner now."

Elena stood up, slender and ethereal, and stretched out her palm. "please."

The fingers of the two are intertwined with each other, and the tacit understanding cultivated on the battlefield is far beyond the so-called training. As soon as they walk, one is direct and the other is elegant.

Roel recalled that at that time, he felt that he might regret his job of guarding the lighthouse for the rest of his life.

I still remember the group of chattering priests, eager to be safe.

Remembering that miserable and terrible night, so unreal.

But Elena, he couldn't forget the day he met her.

Alina suddenly sang.

"Your wise eyes, lean physique, you say hello to me, but I say you are short-lived."

"Ignite my silent heart, like a fire on my body, like a fire on my body."

"I'm poisoned."

Roel sang back. "It seems to me that you are never satisfied."

Elena sings. "I don't know, you seem to have overstepped."

Roel said. "You're like me, and I won't be satisfied."

Elena returned. "Really?"

Roel nodded. "I'm never satisfied."

Elena asked. "How is it now?"

Roel smiled. "That's not important. I have thousands of ambitions. I'm just getting started."

"You wait and see, you wait and see~"

Elena smiled.

"How much more do you want?"

"But I realized that I couldn't help it~"

"I already know, I can't help it..."

"If there is truth in the world, you are the absolute gravitational force, pulling the magic power towards you."

"Don't worry about possible gossip right now, just enjoy the moment."

"I will be your toughest guard, knowing your safety well, and you can sleep peacefully every night."

Roel asked wickedly. "Then you want to be close?"

Elena didn't answer, just let go of his hand. "Go ahead, your people need you, my lord duke."

Roel rubbed his shoulders, he really needed it, but what he expected didn't continue to happen.

He stepped down from Class A with a happy heart. Although they didn't admit the direct existence of their feelings, but now they have broken through as friends, that's for sure.

He wiped his lips, straightened his dress, and began to issue orders.

"Collecting the corpses, burning them, taking them back for burial if they can identify them, cooking them, making suppers, celebrating those who worked, those who fought, those who survived."

The farmers began to work in an orderly manner. A huge boiler was set up to burn bowls of rich soup. The knights and farmers also picked up bowls of soup in their spare time and ate bread.

The fiery light crackled, and the room was full of people, but they didn't dislike the place, even if the food wasn't great, and there were other people in the accommodation, but they could see hope.

The Musilon people were even more excited. They couldn't sleep all night. They had a duke, and the peasants gathered together. They were willing to chat all day just because of the entrustment of the duke of Merovingian.

Anticipation, approval, love, all kinds of emotions accumulated together and echoed beside the small strait. The next day, the light shone on the earth, and the lords from all over the Musilon came one after another. Near and far, they brought gold, silver and jewels. Repeat Lord of Musilon.

Whether it is the evil necromancer or the righteous knight Musilon, they are full of admiration and approval for the famous duke. He is the person approved by Merovingian, and he is the nobleman recognized by the lady of the lake and the green knight.

Even if the ground is muddy due to rain, there are nobles kneeling here from early morning to night. The duke is such an existence to a territory, comparable to a king.

The blood knights and kingdom knights maintained order, and the peasants cast surprised glances at the kneeling nobles. They had never seen those noble knees touch the ground.

A large number of workers entered here, and the lords wanted to build a castle for the Duke on the coast to welcome the arrival of Lord Musilon.

But Roel has never arrived. He is now in the ship, holding a beautiful woman in his arms. Some people in the empire have thought about it, how would it feel to have an elf wife?

The lord didn't show up all day, people are in a bad mood, but still believe that he is still here...

Then he suddenly found out...

"Damn, so many people..."

His cheeks flushed, and Nock came along, yawning.

"Well, the young couple have a good life, now it's time to work."

Nock asked the servants to bring a large number of documents. Roel roughly glanced at them. Some agreed to open the business road, some wanted to merge into the lords of the "Heavenly Kingdom" in front of the giant ship, and many were willing to submit to the powerful Duke Roel. To make up for previously outstanding taxes.

Big and small things are accumulated together, the income and gifts of one person, Roel does the mental calculation...

Hmm... It's almost equivalent to running the commercial road between the Empire and Bretonnia. He suddenly realized that he was really watching the sky from a well when he compared himself to the Duke of Boldero.

Even if his cheeks are shrunk, the huge wealth accumulated by the filthy Musilon under the unsustainable depletion of the lords can be equivalent to one-third of his savings. The port duchy like Boldero must have greater wealth.

But now Roel needs to have a headache. How to get back the lost territory of Musilon? Is he going to fight Lyonnes?Or rely on the Royal Judgment?
Roel was in a confused mood, looking at a large number of documents, until a gorgeous piece of paper fell in front of him. It was a letter with a lion logo on it, and it was a family crest. There is only one family crest like Bretonnia...

He opened the letter at once.

【Dear duke, Zhan Xin'an, may you have a long life and peace for the people, and may you create more miracles for Bretonnia.

The gods protect Bretonnia, and I am the Duke of Colony, the King of Bretonnia, Ron Leo Cornwall, who has been famous for a long time and has acted for me.

Please excuse me for a moment, I have prepared fine wine and food, please bring your relatives and friends, come to taste, your king, L (abbreviation of Leo Cornwall), Lawn. 】

　In fact, the heroine I originally envisioned was a lizardman.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)