Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 3 Tillis Vigiland
every dog ​​has his day?But all of this is based on the serious cooperation on the other side. Roel first doubted and then questioned.

"What job, how much, how long, is there any guarantee?"

Ryan responded as well. "Looking at the night shift lighthouse, one golden crown for one month, you can keep working, or you can leave when you get tired of it. The guarantor is Lord Savarik, who is also my master."

Roel muttered a few words softly.

"The guy who has never heard of it should be a passerby who has never been written in Total War..."

Then ask him out loud. "Is there a family crest?"

Ryan took out a piece of light yellow cloth with a beautiful blue anchor embroidered inside. The dye and labor alone are enough for two decrees, and the family emblem also has certain legal benefits.

Lane continued. "Every day from sunset to sunrise, the daytime is not too far away, you can do whatever you want."

Oh, relieved Roel, it's a security job, you can do it!
And a golden crown is almost three months of income from being a farmer by himself, and this work does not belong to the tax content of the Bretonnian law, and he can completely get the entire golden crown.

"The lighthouse? I'll report tonight." Roel immediately agreed, and Ryan was unambiguous.

"That Tillis Vigilante, and I will bring the contract with me tomorrow, happy cooperation..."

Before Ryan finished speaking, Roel immediately blocked his mouth. "Enough, I won't go there!"

Ryan patted Cairoel's dirty hand and said. "Black gunpowder smell, you really are a shooter!"

"In this way, your salary can be paid in advance for the first month... You should be short of money?"

And took out a golden coin with the Duke's head engraved on it.

But the sound was not loud, and no other drunks noticed it.

Roel shook his head again and again. In theory, such a condition must be missed, but only the Tillis-Vigiland Lighthouse can't do it, which is not an ordinary place.

In fact that lighthouse is the temple of the goddess Verena, the goddess of knowledge, also known as the most reliable lighthouse in Bretonnia.

But that lighthouse is also a place to monitor the dead creatures in the northern Musilon territory. It is not only close to the land of death that decayed thousands of years ago, but also the place where the monsters of Musilon first encountered when they invaded.

And Roel knew very well how much he weighed, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hit the monster standing still. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, but he was afraid that he would die!

But in Ryan's eyes, Roel is obviously a hidden gunman. It is not easy to get firearms in Bretonnia. Compared with hiring farmers on the roadside, this person in front of him is obviously more reliable.

He hastened to stay. "Two crowns, my highest price. You don't need to climb the lighthouse, and you don't need lighting. The monk will handle most of the things. You live in the next hut, independent space, and you can move freely during the day!"

These words made Roel completely silent, and he became the head of security?

He can only tell the truth. "Actually, I don't want to touch firearms anymore. I have already encountered misfortune because of it. I just want to make a last profit so that I can go home and farm."

The words are half true and half false, the real reason is that the firearm was killed by someone, and the false one is that if you make money once, you may continue to make money.

In Ryan's ears, this is exactly what an imperial hunter would say after he encountered difficulties and retired. The young man in front of him must be an excellent shooter!

Lawn took a deep breath and pressed it against Roel's ear. "I can introduce you to the Lord Lord and let you become his attendant. If you are lucky, you may be able to join the court in the territory."

"Actually, the lord just went out to sea recently, and he specially funded to increase the manpower of the lighthouse to ensure that it is bright and safe at night."

Roel was dumbfounded for a moment, there must be something wrong with this guy, he said he didn't want to do it, and he increased the size again and again, and now he added the situation of the noble master and the status of the noble subordinates...

But he was moved!

Even if you become an adventurer or a sailor, you can't really gain a foothold in Bretonnia. If you join the court, even if you can't become a nobleman, it is still a pretty good position as a retainer.

Although it did not achieve a class transition, it was an opportunity for farmers.

To spend a lifetime in muddy fields or to try?
"I'll join." Roel's indifferent words made the sailor in front of him smile. In his eyes at this moment, the joining of this one in front of him is a great guarantee of safety.

Ryan stood up immediately. "I'll draw up the contract. You can go to the lighthouse now, or you can go tomorrow. Anyway, the salary is calculated according to your work."

"This is a gold coin, and the remaining one will be given to you at the end of the month."

Roel was indifferent, he didn't know why the other party valued him so much, but he never fired a single shot...

In the project during the military training, it is barely considered open?But when was that meeting, I can't remember clearly.

"I'm going today..." In the end, he half-struggled, half-acceptingly said the words of agreement, and Ryan nodded immediately, and went out to notify the relevant personnel.

When the sailor got farther and farther away, Roel still felt uneasy, but when he looked at a golden crown on the table, he wished he could go home and show his parents in this world.

They will never see that much money a few times in their lifetime...

In fact, during this period of time, he thought about how to convert the data in Total War. One round is equivalent to one month, one decree is equivalent to one Total War currency, 1 pence is equivalent to one decree, and 1 decrees is a golden crown.

In other words, now I produce... 40 in one round.

Well, barely enough for a third of a team of Bretonnian farmers.

But a good start is enough, Roel is satisfied, but he still doesn't forget that he has a responsibility now.

Protect the Lighthouse of Tiris-Vigeirand!

Now that he had money, he went to the street and hired a carriage. Nobles don't like carriages, and generally speaking, they are hired by businessmen.

It seems that in the eyes of the nobles, it is very pitiful to choose a carriage instead of riding a horse.

But for Roel, their behavior just made the carriage cheaper. Even if the groom would take a flight once because the lighthouse was remote, he was still willing to send Roel there before dark and only charged 3 pence.

But in other words, if it gets dark, the groom will no longer dare to approach the border between Musilon and Pordereau, even if Roel gives him three decrees.

This is the reality of Musilon, which adults use to frighten children when they cry.

And it is also a territory of vampires in the total war, although in fact it is still the territory of Bretonnia in the Warhammer world, but it currently has no duke, because there are a large number of undead creatures, and the residents are miserable.

Territories bordering it are on guard against its existence...

The carriage sent Roel to the destination before sunset. It was a very large lighthouse built on a steep slope.

Roel climbed up the slope, apparently the lord's message came faster than the sizzling of the old carriage, and the three resident monks or soldiers were ready to welcome the new night watchman.

However, Roel's gaze was attracted to the only woman, not because she was beautiful, but because of her peculiar blond hair and pointed ears.

She is not tall, only 1 meters to barely seven, which is rare for the elves, a race of handsome men and beautiful women, but her appearance can still be described as exquisite.

Judging from the equipment, it might be a stalker, with an elf longbow on his back and two short swords on his waist.

He subconsciously said. "Green Chaos?!"

The girl in green cast a glance at Roel with her pale blue eyes. "I thought you were going to call me Xianmin, farmer!"

For a moment, Roel felt that the poisonous tongue was strong enough, it tasted right!

　Among the human gods, the translations of Morr, the god of death, Manann, the god of the sea, and Tal, the god of hermits, are not bad. But Verena, the goddess of wisdom, I found three names, Verena, Verera, and I finally chose The one that looks the most formal.

　　Similar is the goddess of healing Shalia/Shalea.

　　Lord of Stealing and Deceit Ranold / Ranard

　　Goddess of Nature Laia / Rhea
　　such translation differences.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)