Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 39 Ways to Make Extra Money
Roel, who returned to his post, was unhappy. As the saying goes, a penny beats a hero. He is half a hero, a man, and theoretically he can only get 8 cents, not even a penny.

And the most expensive thing in Bretonnia has always been not food, but labor. In ancient times, when industrialization was not widespread, everything needed to be rubbed out by hands.

Especially for a large enough piece of clothing, it is basically the work of a seamstress for dozens of days, so the price will naturally not be cheap.

And the clothes Roel needs should not be too bad in terms of fabric. He estimates that for a set of budget, even good clothes that cannot be dyed because they are farmers will take 6-7 decrees to win.

At the end of the month, he has nothing on hand, and currently only has three fiat deposits, dreaming back to time travel.

But he has been wearing this set for almost a month and a half now, and it is either patched or threaded, which is obviously too dirty for the lord's eyes.

In order to become a knight, you have to buy clothes. It feels like an interview, and you have to get a suit.

Roel suddenly leaned against the newly repaired wooden wall and sighed, causing his little apprentice to look sideways.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Are you worried about the Chaos Egg?"

"Has it come!" Miss Alimara raised her weapon, wishing to be eaten raw by the chaotic egg!

When Roel saw her, he felt sad for a while, if he had the right strength, he wouldn't have caused the current situation.

When the cold wind hit his face at night, Roel picked up the shotgun. There are many animals that come out to look for food in autumn, and it is not yet late at night.

"I'll go for a walk, you look good here."

It is said to be a walk, but it is actually to find out if there are any predators that come out at night. It is good to shoot them with one shot.

Alimara watched her master climb over the wall, although she was also puzzled, she still didn't ask any questions.

At this moment, the light from the torch was shining in the forest. In order to avoid being seen by some old friends, he purposely did not leave the village too far, and he could run back anytime and anywhere.

Hunting at night is very difficult. Not being an elf like Elena, it is difficult for Roel to guarantee a harvest. He followed the memory and the firelight to a nearby stream.

No matter the time of day, there is always something to be gained by staying by the water source.

A few hours later, there was a sudden burst of thunder in the dense forest, and Alimara woke up from her sleep, only to find that she had fallen asleep because of the vigil...

Her little face flushed, she looked left and right, and was relieved to find that the master was not there.

A few minutes later, Roel walked out of the forest with a sad face. His hunting plan failed. It was not a prey, but a passing Beastman.

That thing is just a human corrupted by the winds of magic, worthless and inedible.

When Alimara asked him where he was and why he shot, Roel just lifted his pants and said. "I went to the bathroom."

In the following week, whether it was day or night, Roel would go into the forest whenever he had time. As a hunter's child, Alimala could of course see what Roel was doing, but she didn't point it out.

The consul in the village also turned a blind eye and closed one eye. As a heroic knight, Roel certainly had a little bit of privilege.

On the day before the Holy Grail Festival, Roel successfully killed 3 deer, 2 wild boars, and found some matsutake mushrooms when he fell.

It was also today that he received a summons letter from a monk, asking him to go to the lighthouse to watch the night tomorrow. The lord is going to land on the coast!
Roel immediately replied and agreed, and went to Bordeaux, found a ship next to the imperial fleet, and started yelling.

“Excellent Bretonnian game!”

"Excellent Bretonnian leather!"

“Excellent Bretonnian Mushrooms!”

After shouting, quite a few people stayed, just to look at it, not to mention that Roel didn't have much time to set up a stall, and Roel had to sell all his things immediately before the city's consul arrived.

A big feather hat (Imperial Man) walked to his stall, picking and picking at the wild boar in distaste.

"15 pence!"

Roel cursed inwardly, but his mouth was still polite. "Guest, you are a guest from the empire. Look how good my pigs are. 1 decree plus 5 pence, not less."

The mustached Empire guy chirped, with that distinctive accent, for emphasis.

"I'm Nunn's engineer..." Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Looking at Roel's shape again, after thinking for a long time, the tip of the nose moved again, and then poked the wild boar carcass with his hands, and found a single hole, penetrating the spine from behind.

"Ok?"

Looking at the situation on the other side, Roel probably realized that he was a gunman. He took out his powder pot and let the other side take a look.

The imperial man rubbed his beard. "Rare, show me your poor powder gun."

"It must be a worthless private creation, just like those private soldiers of the emperor's election!"

Roel didn't want to embarrass the guests, so he untied a corner to show the imperial man.

Mustache glanced at it, and his mood changed. "Imperial Steel! Sigma is here! I've got all your prey, I hope you can come to my ship and teach my men how to use guns!"

(End of this chapter)