Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 38 The news of the lord's return

Roel exchanged his ancestral technology for equipment, and also visited his family. In Bretonnia, a land blessed by gods, they had a good life, and the money he gave would not be taxed.

But he still checked whether his family's money had been taken by the law enforcement officers, and then gave them six decrees before leaving.

Well, he was a little frightened by the 19th tax. It can be said that everything Roel has done so far is for tax evasion.

At this moment, Pordero is prosperous and beautiful, and the small fishing village is quiet and peaceful. It may be because the winter is about to pass, and various attacks have gradually decreased.

But to be honest, Roel was still worried about the Chaos Egg, which was why he went to prepare the bomb.

Roel positioned himself as a skeleton soldier in the vampire pirate camp, the kind who could throw bombs if he had nothing to do.

Cannon fodder can be bombed, and its combat effectiveness is extremely low, all relying on bombs.

The Chaos Egg basically has no weaknesses, and the Warhammer world is not a game world of Resident Evil, no matter how powerful the monster is, it must have a luminous weakness or something.

Either you are stronger than it, or it eats you up. If there is enough meat to eat, the recovery ability of Chaos Egg is also terrible.

Roel could only pray that the lord would come back quickly, a lord with the strength of a kingdom knight would definitely be able to defeat it.

Roel suddenly realized, why did he start judging combat power like this?Although there is no accurate standard of combat effectiveness in the Warhammer world.

What are you now?Half-step knight?

Roel suddenly laughed foolishly to himself, what the hell...

But generally speaking, the current situation is not bad. Roel felt a little hungry again when he saw the sky getting late. He took a nap at home and hoped to be back before the vigil.

But he was too lazy to cook, he thought for a while, and walked into the tavern.

This was the tavern where he had first found work, and it was still bustling with sailors and sailors, adventurers and foreign mercenaries stopping here for food.

And most foreigners would get overwhelmed by Bretonnian wine and slump down on the table after getting drunk.

Next, a child will touch it and use their little hands to create foreign exchange, most of which are imperial decrees. If they touch the imperial gold coin, that child will probably obediently return it.

They just want to be full, not to be beheaded. One gold coin is enough for all of them to be thoroughly investigated.

And although the Bretonnian locals were drunk in the tavern, they were a little bit more thoughtful, and they just blocked their pockets.

Roel didn't know, but he didn't care because he was watching the Imperials at the next table being stolen.

The imperial guy was already drunk, waving his wine glass and shouting.

"Oh, Emperor Karl, the wine of Warbergland (Rick's wine region, which is also rich in wine) is far better than Boldereau!"

His words didn't irritate anyone, after all, the guy drank only tavern brandy and water.

And Roel was eating garlic snails next to him, watching how his pockets were emptied by children.

This statement is a bit strange, huh?Was the copper smelting also hollowed out by children?
Roel thought of not-so-good jokes in his mind, and for a moment felt that the imperial man wearing a feather hat was being "served".

But Roel quickly noticed that there was something in the conversation of this imperial man.

He mentioned that he met a lord named Savarik on the sea and called him a farmer. There is no doubt that he was his employer.

Roel licked the corner of his mouth, didn't expect to be so lucky?
When the lord comes back, protecting the village by himself is enough for him to become a knight directly!

He took out a bottle of unwatered brandy, feeling a little distressed, the price of a bottle was almost a decree, and then walked over pretending to be generous.

He handed it to the man and said. "Friends from the empire, have you seen my stupid lord?"

The imperial man's cheeks were very red, and his body was shaking. He was disgusted when he first saw Roel, but when he saw Brandy, his attitude changed a lot.

"I see, why can't I see, he is in Marienburg, and he should be back around the end of the month. He is very nice."

The imperial guy hugged the brandy bottle like a wolf, completely unable to see who was saying that Rick's wine was better.

And Roel didn't pay much attention to it, he just stretched out his hand, patted the kid who was stealing away, and took a decree out of his pocket.

He naturally picked up his snails and put them in the bag, and ate them while walking like eating melon seeds. He rode on the mule, and put the decree that came along in his pocket. Silly.

And what Roel is thinking at the moment is that the end of the month is still a week away, and the lord will definitely return the day before the Holy Grail Festival. During that time, the port of Boldero will be closed, and only the small port near the lighthouse will be accessible.

Great!
If you want to develop yourself, you won't have to ride a mule in the future!

Then he noticed how he looked, not in rags, but in rags.

I need some money to buy a beautiful suit to meet the lord!
(End of this chapter)