Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 41 The Emperor Elector Needs You
Emmanuel, Countess Elector of the Liebowitz family, who is also the current Elector of Nun, once said how much she attached importance to guns.

But at this moment, the Nunn people are sure that they have seen a genius, a person who was born in a world without gunpowder but integrated with guns or black powder.

If it wasn't for gunpowder being too young, he must have been chosen by God!

Roel finished playing the box of training bullets in front of him at this moment, and heaved a long sigh, comfortable!

I was about to get off the boat and go back to pick out a beautiful dress, and then someone pushed another box over.

"You keep fighting, we just need to watch, we don't need to waste ammunition."

Roel frowned, what do you mean?Are you addicted to watching me cum?You imperial people have really strange interests, all of you are perverted.

If others give it, there is no other way, so continue to make it.

There was a burst of thunder in the port, making the residents here think that someone was setting off fireworks and having a banquet today, and they were looking everywhere.

After finishing another box, Roel realized that someone next to him had already started to take notes and draw pictures of the human body. Anyway, if he could remember how he shot, he would try to memorize it.

Roel wanted to tell them that he had a system, but he couldn't explain clearly, so he could only tie up the hot barrel and prepare to leave.

At this moment, Mustache and the mercenary leader immediately grabbed Roel.

"Come with us to Nunn! You are a genius!"

Roel was stunned, and then thought that he now has Elena, Ostabe, and a young apprentice, and he will soon have a chance to be promoted to a knight.

He is moved, but people prefer the environment they know, for example, the feeling here now makes him very comfortable.

And the journey to the empire is far away, maybe I will die on the journey of sailing.

He only declined the kindness, and disembarked with eight decrees, but they still gave Roel a badge of the Blue Eagles, so that he could show it when he was in trouble when he came to the empire.

And Roel was in a good mood at the moment, went to the dress shop and bought a set of beautiful undyed clothes without haggling.

Because good undyed clothes are very, very contradictory in Bretonnia, and even merchants will specifically request coloring to a certain extent to show that they are different from farmers.

And Roel's set is content to be groveling while trying to look good, although he himself doesn't care.

Riding on a mule, his rate of turning back became extremely high at this moment. Many people recognized him as the hero who saved the village, and surrounded him.

Until the consul couldn't stand it anymore and came to disperse them, Roel unknowingly became a special person in Bordereau.

He is both a farmer and adored. Many people have already tacitly agreed that he will join the noble circle, but everyone feels that he still has one more chance.

When night fell, Roel rode back to the village, and tomorrow he would set off to the lighthouse to complete what might be his last night's watch.

Ali Mara stood beside the camp, asking her master with interest.

"Are you going to be a nobleman?"

Roel was a little surprised, he replied. "I'm not sure. I just want to take my parents and friends to a better place to live. In fact, I just rejected the invitation of the imperial people."

"The nobles in Bretonnia are indeed very comfortable, but I always have a bad feeling."

Roel has not forgotten the necromancer so far. During this time, he was as quiet as a kid next door. What is he planning, what is he doing?
Roel took a sip of the hot soup, and continued to put his mind at ease. As long as he works normally tomorrow night, his life will be extremely easy.

The next day he went back to the lighthouse early, exchanged greetings with Elena, and had dinner with Erstabe. Everything was normal.

The monk was preparing for the evening in an orderly manner, and the businessman did not come here today.

Roel returned to his hut, lying on the cold bed, feeling very emotional in his heart, the feeling that time has changed makes people feel like traveling for the second time.

He began to look forward to the night watch job at night, and he also missed that even if the lord didn't want him to be a knight, he could get a good job.

At night, he and Elena cook and watch the night at the outpost camp, while Eustabe stays behind to help light the lighthouse.

Roel looked at the elf girl in front of him, showing a silly smile. "Well, Miss Elena, I'm done today, I think I might have to leave."

"I may become a big guy riding a horse in the future, can you take an adventure with me at that time?"

Elena blushed pretty, feeling a little shy, and answered again. "I have my responsibility. There are still many fates that have not been settled for this lighthouse, and I still cannot return to the forest."

"Short-lived ghost, I like you very much, but if you can live for hundreds of years, maybe we still have a chance to take risks together"

Roel sighed. "You can't say I'm a good person."

He was idle and bored looking at the lighthouse behind him that was as bright as a star, the star that protected the Bretonnian sailors.

Then he was stunned, how come there are two stars?!
That's right, the light of two lighthouses appeared in the dark night, Roel rubbed his eyes in surprise, and found that the closer one was extinguished!

Roel immediately realized that something was wrong, something seemed to happen the night he left...

(End of this chapter)