Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 210 The Current Situation of Bretonnia

Although the major dukes attach great importance to prophecies, they are things of the future after all. They just exchanged opinions and ended the topic hastily. Compared with this, the major dukes are more interested in Roel’s business, especially the labor of Cologne. King En, he had envied the people of Marienburg for occupying the canal for many years.

The king cut to the chase. "My Cologne's wool and handsome horse are also good, can you..."

He glanced at Alberic, Duke of Boldero, and Roel understood.

"Of course, Your Majesty, I have served you, have I not?"

"Look... How about 30 gold coins for a war horse, 5 gold coins for a pack horse, and 14 copper coins for a catty of wool?"

The price is the market price. The point is that this sentence means that the goods of Cologne can occupy a large proportion of the commercial roads of the empire.

For Lawn, this sentence is an allowance for the expansion of the royal treasury, and the reality is the same. I have to say that the speculation of the people of Marienburg was very good. Now that the major dukes want to get involved in this fat cake, it can be sold today. Drinks, everything will be sold tomorrow.

This is all because of Roel's special birth, and now he has become a nobleman who was blessed by a lady and was treated as a knight at first. In theory, as a generation of nobles, he is even logically nobler than other people who inherit the blood, even the duke.

But the other dukes marveled at how little arrogance they saw in Roel.

This is already a commendable thing, especially since he is so young, even the Duke of Brionne, the man who once rewarded him with silver coins couldn't help but ask.

"Duke Musilon, can I let my bards board the ship, and follow your cargo to see the world and create more poems and songs?"

Roel pursed his lips, culture export, right?

"Remember to pay the room fee. Competent bards can provide entertainment in exchange for it. I don't mind getting on the boat. Let them come!"

The Duke of Brionne beamed. After all, his bards rarely left Bretonnia. It was time for the Imperials to taste what real art was.

All the dignitaries present were smiling, only Duke Boldero sighed secretly, what is he worrying about?
He was thinking, this Roel is really not an ordinary person, but it is a pity that Meroving took the lead, otherwise he would have stepped down from the Duke position!
That's right, for ordinary people, even for the highest-ranking nobles, becoming a duke is a dream, but for the duke of Bordello, the so-called duke position is a burden.

It doesn’t matter if there are thousands of gold stored in the treasury, and thousands of people worship him. Aberric de Boldro’s dream is very simple, to become a Holy Grail Knight, to carry out his own adventures and legends, not to hide in a church at the port , cares about those trivial noble matters.

Thinking of this, he felt sore in his chest. As he got older, his heart gradually couldn't keep up with knight activities. Although he was still healthy, not becoming a Holy Grail Knight was his biggest pain right now.

He wanted to abdicate to Roel after a few years, but Merovingen took the lead.

In fact, it is not that one person cannot rule two duchies, but for dukes, their names and titles are responsibilities, great responsibilities.

Otherwise, why would Meroving give priority to the heir instead of himself when leaving? When the knight takes over the territory, no matter what, he cannot let the territory have no successors.

Especially high-ranking and powerful knights valued this matter more and more, because for nobles, it was important to have blood, but it was more important to have blood without being incompetent.

This is also why the knight nobles of Bretonnia are not as fat and disgusting as the imperial nobles, but pay more attention to their fighting power and honor.

The Holy Grail Knight system created by the lady of the lake is very good at allowing the nobles to perform their duties unconsciously, but because of this, the blood has become a thick wall, resisting countless capable people in Bretonnia for thousands of years.

Duke Boldro looked at the high-spirited Roel, and the thought in his heart came up again, but he felt that it was not the time. Now that he is fledgling and ruling two duchies, even if he is talented and smart, it seems too much Too hasty.

He suppressed his inner anticipation for adventure, which is probably equivalent to the internet-addicted teenager turning on the computer but remembering that he still has work to do.

But even so, the atmosphere of the gathering was still good, but this feeling was soon broken, because the new Duke came and sat next to King Colony generously, which also represented his position, the Duke of Lyonis , Adar Ada.

It's fun to say that the three territories of Musillon, Bastogne, and Lyonnes are the locations of the three founding dukes, so the three dukes take turns at the 12 o'clock position of the round table. Now because Musilon has no owner and has been corrupted, Musilon drifted to the end.

But Lyonnes and Colony are still the core of Bretonnia. Now the scene looks like King Lawn and the Duke of Lyonnes confronting Duke Musilon.

In Roel's eyes, the Duke of Adalada seemed to have a beard and a somewhat thick temperament. In contrast, King Lawn's middle-aged uncle's feeling seemed stretched.

Rough armor, a huge battle axe, opening a bottle of priceless wine with Erlang legs crossed, gurgling, as if those things were boiled water.

King Lawn couldn't help but signaled him to calm down, but Duke Adal sneered at him.

Duke Lyonis yelled. "You're the heir to that Musilon dead bastard, right? You look like a coward..."

In the middle of his speech, Roel's eyes that looked at the prey froze. He had been in the field for a long time, not because of fear, but because of this eyes, he became interested.

That's inimitable, the feeling of a hunter, he's absolutely killing people!

Duke Lyonis patted his dirty armor and put down his legs. "Okay, you have a bit of backbone, I'm not rude to soldiers, if you have any dissatisfaction, just go to the arena with me." He pointed to the huge arena outside the window.

"The Lion Ring (the name of the arena) is here, or do you like to play jungle on the Great Plains (the plains of Cologne)?"

Roel tried his best to calm things down, but the relationship between Lyonis and Musilon probably couldn't be reconciled. 700 years ago, Lyonnes knights charged into the Merovingian castle and beheaded him, and a large number of Musilon's territories are still The property of Lyonnes, a large amount of fertile land, has not been polluted, and even after a long time, except for a few nobles, most farmers do not know that they are actually descendants of Musilon.

Coupled with the impact of the wind of death on Lyonis and the Lyonis people killed by the dead corpses in 700 years, it cannot be blamed for the Duke's hostility to Duke Musilon who has been absent for 700 years.

Roel is still dissatisfied with his insult to the former Duke of Musillon, and one-third of the land in his hands is his own...

"Is that all you want to say?"

"If you're going a step further, there's nothing that can stop our conflicts except chivalrous warfare (a moral battle waged by kings)."

The words made all the dukes present couldn't help but speak, Duke Boldero said. "Your Excellency Roel, calm down."

"You too, Adal, if there is a war, I will let the battleship destroy your Urik shrine!"

The Duke of Brionne suddenly seemed to be a different person. He was having fun discussing poetry and songs before, and he suddenly gasped.

"Ha, the last time I saw the battlefield was five years ago, but Duke Musilon promised me something, so I might stand by his side."

King Lawn stood up, and the divine light leaked from his body. It felt like seeing the lady himself, he said forcefully. "Enough, I am the master here!"

One sentence quieted the tense dukes, but the Duke of Lyonis was still not satisfied. He ordered another top-quality wine from the attendant and drank it heavily.

According to legend, his ancestors have Norscan blood, and he doesn't have much respect for ladies. In Lyonis, who worships conspiracy and tricks, he is obviously not good at conquering the duchy by force.

But one day, half of Musilon's huge territory will be taken back.

And the Duke who entered next is even more likable. He is Duke Bohemond of Bastogne. Bastogne is a place that worships force, and Duke Bohemond is a seasoned adventurer.

Roel saw the belt around his waist at a glance, which contained a lot of real adventure tools, but the law and order in his territory was in a mess. The Duke of Bastogne was not good at governing people, which is a rare thing in Bretonnia. well known.

But he is also a real Holy Grail Knight, he has killed the beasts that threatened Bretonnia, and he will never attack anyone who is weaker than him.

Even when such enemies attacked him, the Duke simply knocked them out and turned his attention elsewhere.With the improvement of his ability, in order to find a qualified opponent, the Duke traveled to many places inside and outside Barto.He was one of the few dukes who personally helped the Empire weather the storms of Chaos.

And he was also a direct descendant of Gilles le Bretin, the offspring of the Green Knight whom Roel had seen.

The Duke of Bohemond entered here, sat on the other side of King Lawn, and bowed to the kingdom and the dukes. Ironically, it should have been the positions of Musillon, Bastogne, and Lyonnes, Now it's Colony, Lyonnes, Bastogne.

And the reason why he cares about Roel is very simple. He heard that Roel had a duel with the Green Knight, which may be related by blood. Duke Bohemond vaguely felt that the Green Knight should belong to their family. Ancestors.

But he didn't know how to speak for a while, he just adjusted the family crest on his chest like a fire dragon and asked with determination.

"Green Knight, how strong is he?"

This sentence made Roel unable to answer, he couldn't say that he shot him in the head!

However, he also noticed why the Duke cared about the Green Knight. In theory, the news that the Green Knight is Gilles has not yet appeared...

But Roel still answered truthfully. "Duke Bohemond, I have indeed fought against the Green Knight. He is good at riding and charging, and he is accustomed to long swords. His changes are ingenious, and he is comparable to anyone I have ever seen."

Duke Bohemond's eyes wandered, then suddenly settled down, and he just nodded. "Thanks."

It made things endless, but Roel still had a good impression of the few pragmatic fighters in Bretonnia. After he expressed his goodwill to the Duke, the conversation ended.

Soon, after a while, King Raun received a secret letter from Agen, Duke of Gisoleo, and King Raun sighed.

"The Duke of Carcassonne is defending his hometown against the ratmen who suddenly flooded. The Duke of Quinalis sent troops to cover it. The Duke of Palaion is resisting the green-skinned orcs. A large-scale peasant riot appeared in the territory of the Duke of Le Angoulan."

"The Duke of Aquitaine is seriously ill. Generally speaking, all the Dukes of Bretonnia who can come here have arrived."

It's embarrassing, the 13 duchies of Bretonnia, only came to Pordereau, Colonne, Lyonnes, Bastogne, Brionne, Gisoleo, Musilon, eight, others Most of them were unable to escape due to internal and external troubles, and the huge war in which tens of thousands of knights and nobles in Bretonnia supported the Southern Kingdom may hardly happen again.

And this is what Roel is most worried about. If the strength of the Bretonnians cannot be gathered, they will not be able to form a knight's blade that breaks through chaos and destroys the world.

Even though the eight dukes seem to be powerful at this moment, when the end comes, the power of any duke cannot be abandoned.

When the table is full of food, from meat sausages and ale made in the empire, to pizza in the southern kingdom, even roast suckling pig, roast whole lamb, and the unique style of big leba, the human food of the whole medieval world is covered by Batoni The sub-knights collected it for the duke's gathering once every ten years.

While eating and drinking, the dukes don’t care about drinking. This gathering is very rare, and there is an opportunity to meet the duke from far away. Normally, the duke is in charge of the important affairs of the territory, or he is out on an adventure. It is difficult to meet together. What's more, there are so many people here today.

For Roel, this was the best chance to get a new alliance. He approached the Duke of Bastogne, whom he was not very familiar with, but still liked.

"Duke Bohemond, why are you so unhappy, cheers, cheers." He pretended to be intimate and familiar, but he only got a sigh from the other party.

He put it close to Roel's ear and whispered.

"I got the information, but telling it in front of the King of Colony is really...overstepping."

"I don't think there are many people here who can be trusted. If you were indeed blessed by the Green Knight..."

"No, I can feel it, but he recognizes you."

Roel was a little confused. "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

The duke thought about it. "The cult Lord of the Purple Hands is spreading evil tomes in the village of Colony. I'm not sure what's going to happen, but during the duke's gathering, witchcraft is showing up a lot more out of the ordinary."

Roel thought of that name, that church seemed to be Faith.

Tzeentch's...

(End of this chapter)