Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 25 Charlene Village
Today happened to be the day to go to the blacksmith to pick up the goods. Roel deliberately made a detour to Bordello City for a wave of supplies, and carefully checked for a long time to see if there were any shortages in the things that were built.

The old blacksmith was a real person. He directly wrapped the metal shell and two hundred rounds of lead bullets in a sack and gave them to Roel. However, the weight of so much metal was astonishing. This bag weighed about twenty catties. It weighs as much as his entire family property.

A single lead bullet weighed about 8 grams, and two hundred of them were packed closely together, which made Roel's small body a little bit unbearable.

The sound of a large number of metal clanging bells inevitably attracted the attention of the city guards of Bordello. In Bretonnia, hiding armor is a felony that can punish the whole family, and they have every reason to suspect that Roel may be transporting the armor.

Of course, he didn't transport the armor, so this incident became an episode. After the guard expressed his apology, Roel continued to walk towards the western forest.

The journey after having a mount is not too far, but the burden is obviously a bit too much, and along the way, Roel is also getting along with Miss Mule.

Now Roel was caressing her neck, talking. "Don't be angry, there are too many things today, just today."

The mule let out a snort, as if forgiving its new owner, and then it was willing to walk slowly into the distance.

And Roel finally had time to start researching his own system. In fact, after defeating the bones some time ago, he gained some skill points again. The undead-averse also became a undead slayer, adding two points to the undead. attack power.

And this skill point is the important problem that Roel has been hesitating so far. The skills he currently has...are useless.

And the skill tree he has unlocked the most is the one at the bottom, but there are all kinds of innocuous skills in it.

He thought behind the mule for a long time, and boldly clicked on the belief Lanard in the first column. That's right, he wanted to see what the follow-up of this skill tree would be!
After the skill was opened, as expected, there were four more skills, and one gray skill.

Respectively, they believe in Saria, which increases the replenishment rate by 5%.

Believe in Tal, increase the movement speed of the large map in the forest by 5%.

Believe in Urik, increase weapon power by 20.

Believe in Moore, increase the attack power against undead creatures by 5 points.

The gray one is the belief in the goddess of the lake, and like the peasant knight, it is something that I don't know how to unlock.

The note is, you know who she is, but don't tell anyone, or the gallows will like you.

Roel immediately endured his desire to complain in his heart, and then began to think about whether he could be regarded as a family slave of three surnames. After all, it is difficult for most people to believe in one or two gods, but he wants them both.

But he quickly let go of it. It is the system that believes in religion, so what does it have to do with me?

As the sky gradually darkened, Roel also came to the village. The farmers were farming non-stop. When Roel approached, they looked at him curiously.

After all, it’s fine to ride a mule, which carries a lot of packages, bottles and cans, wears peasant clothes, carries a pitchfork, and carries a stick wrapped in cloth.

The people who can be so strange in Bretonnia are basically foreigners, but Roel, who is dressed in peasant clothes, is obviously not, and his accent when asking for the direction of the forest is obviously a standard Bretonnian resident.

And Roel was also observing the village, probably because it was close to the forest. The village was surrounded by a large area of ​​low wooden walls, forming a circle of not-so-solid defense force, and it shouldn't be a problem to deal with small-scale attacks.

And there are already many shocking scratches and repair marks on the wall near the forest in the west. It seems that the monsters have even approached the village several times?
The terrain in the forest is very complicated, full of strange twisted trees, and the sound of animals rustling. When the forest density is too high, it becomes a place where evil breeds in the Warhammer world.

Roel doesn't plan to go in, and is still keeping watch in the village to investigate the situation.

And the village has a lot of arable land, no castle, no blacksmith's shop, only a waterwheel built beside a branch of the Grismery River, used to grind flour.

The residents are mostly women and the elderly, and there are quite a few children. It may have something to do with Duke Boldro's defeat of a large number of Tomb King troops from the desert at sea some time ago. The number of men in Boldro has dropped drastically.

Of course, their deaths will not be placed in history, only the departure of the knights is worth it...

However, in order to ensure that he would not sleep in the open, Roel cleared his throat, and asked the residents here one by one, is there anyone who is willing to rent a house or have a small house for sale, the closer to the forest the better, and tell his own history Come clean.

But the villagers obviously didn't believe him very much, and they didn't know any merchants, and of course it might be caused by their prejudice against merchants.

In Bretonnia, trading represented a kind of theft, and most merchants would not be understood by the public, so Roel was an unusual guy no matter before or now.

And it is only natural for the farmers to be wary of this strange person. Even if Roel offered to pay a high price of one decree a month, they would not be willing to just build a small house.

Fortunately, Roel had expected the "enthusiasm" of the farmers. He found an open space and used leather and branches to set up camp in the closest part of the village to the forest. There were no permanent soldiers in the village. Rather, they were all soldiers. As for them they don't even have sentries.

It's just that there are a few hunters who often patrol near the forest, but they don't want to get close when they see Roel.

The villagers also tried to stay as far away from him as possible, and cast fearful, curious, and worried eyes.

For Roel, such a situation is very convenient for him to work. His goal is to protect the west of Bordeaux, and there is also a plan to investigate the necromancer. He is not here to make friends. Stay away for their safety. better.

But there are exceptions to everything. A hunter's daughter "wrapped" him. She was young, although she was about the same as Roel, brown-haired and malnourished.

She seemed to be curious about the outside world, but she also looked at Roel from a distance.

Roel didn't care, he just set up a bonfire, a small pot, let the cod boil in the pot, and then took out his rifle. Roel seemed to have returned to the night when he first watched the lighthouse.

It's just that he is already a qualified fighter now. He watched the green moon rise gradually, touched the trigger of his rifle, and looked at the dark dense forest in the distance.

　Why does this guy default to cooking first for the vigil?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)