Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 220
Vincent is Roel's lucky star. Although his hands and feet are no longer flexible, he has the most affluent place in the city in his mind. Demons have no interest in human wealth. A large number of nobles accumulate food, metals, and spices All fell into the hands of Roel.

That was wealth that the duke would be moved by, but now it was used to quench the thirst of the restless city of Colony, and Roel's "Heavenly Kingdom" still needed food, because today's giant ships were far from self-sufficient.

When the wheat flour was moved out from the mill, the cellar, and the church, and the trucks returned with a full load, the cheers spread from the west to the east of Cologne, and even overwhelmed King Lawn, who was lying on the bed because of the attack of the big devil. The baked bread was passed down. all over the city, and at the same time the generosity and benevolence of the duke.

The flames of hope were ignited again, there was food and manpower, and the messy residential areas were cleared up again, and the nobles could drink wine and tea again.

On the giant ship Heaven, piles of tea and wheat were placed on the ship, and the huge space turned them into countless breads and strong tea, which were distributed to hungry people.

Roel looked at the file in his hand. The incomprehensible human language recorded how the supplies here were spent and how they were collected. As the hero of all the things, his lunch was just a piece of bread, a piece of cooked chicken, and a few vegetable leaves. .

Miss Alimara was sorting out the files beside her. Elena didn't come here because of her own personal problems, such as the trees here being used too much and feeling uncomfortable.

Roel, who has lost his magic power and returned to his mortal body, can no longer deal with government affairs endlessly. Ali Mara is of great help to him here. He relies on his secretary, disciple, and friend to hand over the calculation items ,employee.

But it is impossible for a girl who is a farmer to become a nobleman, but compared to being a nobleman, Alimara has other things she wants, such as...

Her beautiful pupils glanced at the owner here, and then immediately returned to those complicated tables and calculations.

The former huntress is already a very good businessman, the mayor, and even an indispensable part of this place. If Roel is the spiritual totem, Alimara is the real virtuous wife.

But she still didn't express her emotions, didn't she dare?

That's right, this poor girl is worried that her feelings will destroy the current relationship and put her relationship with Roel to death. She is afraid and worried. Although a certain Holy Grail girl has awakened her heart, as a farmer The conservatism in my heart still hasn't faded.

The finger of correcting the document gradually shifted, and Alimara's heart trembled. She was not sure how long she could suppress it. This emotion was like poison, but there might not be an antidote.

When this atmosphere continued to be silent, Roel, who had returned to work after a day of fighting, stood up. "I'll go back to my room to rest, Miss Alimara, don't get tired."

Roel rubbed his shoulders, and picked up the flintlock gun that he almost never left his body. Only such things can give him safety, even higher than everything he created in this world.

He is such an insecure guy, the system, guns, steel, and faith can be turned into a little bit of faith and gathered on his body, turning into that little sense of security, something ridiculous.

The rickety ship room, the soft bed, send the tired man into a dream, but what awaits him is not a beautiful thing, he came to a weird place in a daze, as a mortal, his thinking, soul, very Easily influenced by Chaos Gods.

But Roel doesn't care, it's not the first time he's here, when the system reminds him that he's being watched by Tzeentch, he doesn't seem stable all night, during the day and night, when he closes his eyes, nightmares will invade.

From the fear and anxiety at the beginning to the numbness now, the things in the dream can't hurt him, and he can't even see him, probably because of the gift of the lady. This is a rare luck, as an ordinary person can enjoy so many privileges.

The time and space here are not clear, but Roel knows that the distorted clouds and weird sky are the Chaos Demon Realm he has witnessed before. If it weren't for the experience of two lifetimes and countless wars, ordinary people would definitely go crazy when they come here.

And Roel can already walk here, watching those twisted and crazy weird biological plants twisting the horrible dance, and he strolls in the garden, naturally and used to it.

This is not a simple matter for mortals. When their souls are torn apart by the ungathered souls of the demons, in the eyes of the chaos gods who have not fixed their bodies, Roel is probably a moving cake.

This is not a good thing, at least not for Roel, not necessarily for the devil, probably good?

Walking in the territory of the Chaos Gods is not necessarily very good, but the spirit body is not the flesh, and the dream is not reality. In the gap between illusion and reality, under the protection of the lady, Roel was able to see many horrors that normal people cannot understand thing.

If he can go further and further in magic, relying on his understanding of chaos, he will definitely become an existence no less than any legendary mage, but he knows very well that it is not good to be exposed to those powers.

One day, one day, he will be swallowed by magic, like those powerful mages who shake the world, and lose his sanity, unless his teacher is a powerful existence like Slann, and learns how to drive the leylines and guide stones, But even so, as a mortal body, it is difficult for him to continue to improve.

Roel was not disappointed. He knew very well that the real gift was to leave. When the Old Sages created this world, they gave dwarves, elves, and even ogres the ability to live forever. When their will is firm, they can To protect one's own body from aging, only human beings can't.

Although there is a genius who invented necromancy, death is the gift given to mankind by the ancient sages. When an ordinary person leaves in this cruel world with a full house of descendants, nobles, wealthy businessmen, or anything else, farmers, knights, kings, The end of life is the greatest luxury.

No matter for any race, anyone, except greenskins.

Human beings are destined to be travelers, and the immeasurable life prevents human beings from reaching the pinnacle and making perfect weapons, but they don't need to instill their lives in one thing and become paranoid and crazy.

Although human beings are fragile, they are like raging fire, and all gods and mortals are in it, becoming its firewood.

If you ask this, what is the need for eternal life? It can be heroic and satisfying, or it can be spread, and it is human, but that's all.

Roel never felt that he was weak, the real strength was not strength, but the heart.

As he wandered in the gardens of the Chaos Gods, in twisted forests, it was a miracle that he should be alive, but he walked as if he were in them.

After walking for a long time, Roel saw the disharmony in the distorted picture. It was a stable place, composed of marble, lilies, and streams, green grass covered the ground, the sound of terrible spells and a distorted space Dissipated.

It was no accident that Roel walked here boldly, someone was waiting for him.

It was a girl in a gothic dress, with pale golden hair on top of the dark costume, and doll-like cheeks, cold and elegant.

If anyone had seen her, the Bretonnians would have judged that she glistened like jewels, sure to be the children of some duke.

She was sitting in the marble courtyard, her blond hair fell to the side, loose, she looked at the uninvited guests who came here, without resentment, without complaint, without killing, just stretched out her hand.

"Sir, can you brush my hair for me, a stranger, and show your generosity as always?"

Roel didn't know who she was, but walked forward and bowed. "Happy to oblige."

He walked up to the girl, sat next to her, picked up the fake-like hair with his fingers, and tidied it gently. He didn't know this, he was clumsy, but the girl didn't complain. A never-ending stream.

sang from her lark-like throat. "Don't care about those who are clamoring, they don't care about you at all, magic and love are not balanced, don't use me as a container."

"Your will can't represent me, you're playing with fire and setting yourself on fire, your will can't represent me, you're playing with fire and setting yourself on fire."

"May the Lord of Change forgive you, for I am ashamed of you."

"Confusion and bloodshed have haunted you, tricks and failures are doomed, you will be sick all over, and your juices will overflow."

"Why are you crying? You and everyone are one. Time will prove that your struggle is useless. At the last moment, will you win or lose?"

"Da da da, da da da la la la!"

"When I'm gone, you'll beg, we'll take your body, we'll take your soul, always, forever, forever."

"As always, you will come back, I will triumph, for your love, for your praise, and I will love you to the end of my life, when you go I will be angry, at the last moment, He will strike, I will kill Your relatives and friends, let you remember your love for me."

"My dear, father, Roel Musillon Ludwig."

The girl's head was twisted in a full circle, and she looked at Roel face to face, extremely terrifying, her fair skin was wrinkled like a baby's beautiful skin, her spine made a clicking sound, whispers and eerie scenery overflowed.

Roel just continued to straighten his perpetually split hair, concentrating on it as if nothing had happened.

The girl watched him for a long, long, long time. "You will come back, and I will wait until the vicissitudes of life and the kingdom change, you hang high above the sea, unable to sing with one hand."

After a while, Roel tidied up his hair and put it down gently. "Thanks for the advice, my daughter, you have become beautiful."

"Now, I'll tell you, don't try to succeed."

He rubbed the hair of his "daughter" lightly. If it wasn't for the girl's head twisting around, it must be a warm appearance. effect".

In an instant, Roel woke up from the bed and rubbed his neck, as if nothing had happened.

"This world is really a fucking surprise, but it's not the first time. There are always good things waiting for me."

He reached for the teapot on his desk, only to find that his arms were covered with blond hair, like that of a doll's dummy.

Roel hurriedly tore off those things, sweating uncontrollably.

"Damn, damn Chaos..." He slumped back on the bed almost powerlessly. There is no doubt that his dream is becoming more and more dangerous now that the chaos magic power is invading Bretonnia. If the gate of Chaos cannot be closed, Someday that song will come true.

Roel took a nap, but now he was even more tired. He held his gun, and the cold touch made him feel a little better.

He's dressed, he's the Duke of Musilon, the Knight of Bretonnia, the perfect leader, he doesn't look ugly...

He took a deep breath and walked out of the room calmly. He needed to see the crowd, he needed to see the plain, he needed Nok, Elena, Alimara, Vincent, Knight, and Falayet.

He felt weak, uncomfortable, suffocated, even though he was extremely intelligent, calm and rational, and wealthy, but those were false things, under the power of destroying the gods, he was just a joke.

He can't...he can't...

The chaotic pace and chaotic heartbeat are covered up by him, and the inner chaos only reveals his confidence. He walks in his own heaven, people worship, and the guards look forward to it, just like a god.

However, he walked very fast, walked into Noke's room, and said to his comrade-in-arms brothers who were resting in the room.

"Brother, I dreamed, I dreamed of my daughter..."

Nock is sorting out his weapons and armor. His room is full of weapons and honors. The various monsters he killed, the powerful body and light attached to his side make people feel at ease.

The Grail Knight patted his brother on the shoulder. "Sit down and talk to me, I can help."

Roel breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the bed, and spoke slowly. "I started dreaming, and it hasn't changed a while ago, but today I met that doll of mine, the one I burned, that..."

Nock rubbed his chin. "That scary doll, that doll that turned into a demon, that vessel you need to use your magic, your daughter, isn't it?"

Roel raised his head, he was very surprised, he never said it carefully, he looked at his brother, Nok's head was bent around at this moment, his mouth was split open, and the damn voice came out of his throat.

"Don't care about those who are clamoring, they don't care about you at all, magic and love are not balanced, don't use me as a container."

"Your will can't represent me, you're playing with fire and setting yourself on fire, your will can't represent me, you're playing with fire and setting yourself on fire."

"May the Lord of Change forgive you, for I am ashamed of you."

"Confusion and bloodshed have haunted you, tricks and failures are doomed, you will be sick all over, and your juices will overflow."

"Why are you crying? You and everyone are one. Time will prove that your struggle is useless. At the last moment, will you win or lose?"

Roel broke down...?No, he was pushed to the brink, he... was threatened with a friend?
He raised his gun angrily, and instantly smashed the head of "Nock", and finally the weird thing dissipated in an instant.

He looked at the hole he had made in the wall, and anger replaced fear.

"Total War, you need Total War, we'll do Total War..."

Roel is completely awake, because he is the most powerful Duke in Bretonnia, and he will never let his friends be threatened in any way!
(End of this chapter)