Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 54
"You have to meditate on Lanard to pick a good lock." In the prison, a certain capable person is teaching Roel what he has learned all his life, and teaching him how to quietly touch the lock in the hood of the person in front of him. thing.

That's right, hoods, most men in Bretonnia would choose hoods instead of pockets, which also makes most clothes more full of hoods than pockets.

And Roel has only practiced for a week so far, and because of the good food here, he has gained a lot of muscle.

He was concentrating on it today, thinking about the gift of the God of Thieves in his heart, and pried open his cell door after a while.

He raised his head excitedly. "Fuck, exciting!"

For the first time, he had such a sense of accomplishment in small things. If he directly started stealing, it might be really addictive.

When Roel calmed down, his master scolded him angrily. "No, you move too much and your voice is too loud."

"The Bretonnian locksmiths are lazy. It's so difficult for you to pry things like this. What about the empire's and dwarf's?"

Roel scratched his head. "Well, I don't want to expand my business..."

The master thief swears. "Keep improving, keep improving!" But he also knew that Roel's schedule was full, so he didn't pursue it any further.

When Roel walked to the opposite cell, he saw the fat businessman slumped on the velvet quilt. In front of him was a wooden table with complicated documents on it. Roel inadvertently pointed out that it said firearms, sailors, Maybe it has something to do with buying guns.

The Rooster and the Teapot is a merchant's club of small traders, and Bretonnia has no laws backing the Chamber of Commerce, so it's a club.

The Cock and Teapot Club controls the flow of commerce in most of Bretonnia's cities, save for Le Angoulang, which is held by the Brotherhood of the Lighthouse.

And the high-ranking businessman among them is not extraordinary, at least he understands the logic of the Bretonnian nobles very well.

He saw Roel coming, and said. "A merchant was asked to sell white truffles today, and it was the one who sent you in."

"I remember that your old lord has a lot of martial virtues, and he has many knight friends. I am afraid it is for entertainment."

Roel's expression became serious, and then he sighed again, thinking of the three lords who "helped" him that night, he felt sick for a while.

In contrast, the businessman obviously saw a lot, and comforted Roel. "Don't care about those bugs. They live under the protection of the frontier castle master, the duke, and the old lord. They have long forgotten what honor and humanity are."

"If you treat them as things, it will make you feel more uncomfortable, right."

He thought of something and said. "I arranged for a group of peddlers to spread that kind of poetry in the market and next to the noble mansion, as well as various gossip, and the initial results have already been seen."

Roel raised some puzzles here. "Well, why is the gossip about the three lords so vague."

"Isn't it good to tell the world directly?"

The businessman collapsed on the ground, showing his multi-chin. "You don't understand. The sense of interaction is very important. They dig out the vague news and combine it with the vague story of the poem, and finally it becomes something convincing."

"Especially the sense of romance, the nobles love it the most. Now your news is well known in the noble circles of Bordereau, and your poetry has even spread to Gisoleo."

"However, my informants found that in many villages, people knew about the poems before they spread them."

"And the production of this song obviously has the effect of beautifying you."

"Your friend is not simple, at least smarter than you."

Roel blushed, he was a bit reckless in doing things these days, but it's not that he doesn't have time to plan!

He also felt that he should thank Elena, or Alimara, or both of them together...

Such a good comeback card, I didn't expect it to be sent to me by the two of them.

He sat in prison and started to continue Bretonnia education with the businessman. As a farmer, he didn't know the operating rules of Bretonnia at all, and so did he as a traveler.

It can be said that the merchant helped him more than the other two, and he spent more time with the merchant.

When today's teaching is over, Roel will slightly remember the use of merchant law, because any law is very complicated, let alone Bretonnia has three sets of laws.

Nobles, merchants, and peasants, even if the last one doesn't need to be learned, it will exhaust Roel physically and mentally.

Although he learned how to behave in the world, he was also uniquely tactful in Bretonnia, which made him a bit uncomfortable as a modern person.

When he pushed away the disgusting bean soup brought by the guards and prepared to cook for himself and treat his teachers with good bacon and vegetables and cream, there was an urgent squeal of mice.

The dungeon changed from warm and comfortable to dark and terrifying in an instant. When the door of the prison was opened, three well-dressed lords crawled in like pigs and dogs, with many punches and kicks on their faces.

They had the same caliber and eager eyes, and the guards behind them carried Roel's things, such as chain mail, firearms, and the old lord's sword.

Salute with standard aristocratic etiquette, then open the cell door, and say to Roel.

"Ma'am, your lord has a lot, the three of us are idiots, pigs, we deserve to be imprisoned heroes!"

"This is your thing, we haven't touched it at all, please come out, we have prepared the largest banquet, and we will give up all the inheritance rights of the lord Savaryk, and give it to the Duke, so that the Duke can choose an heir!"

But Roel was not happy at all, because he knew that if he hadn't landed here and had friends outside to help, the three of them would still be superior.

When others give you a punch, you should return two kicks!
He closed the cell door, then gave the three nobles a middle finger, and said.

"It's pretty good here. I'll live here for a year or so, and wait for you to hang me."

　I didn't save the manuscript, I overslept, it will be a little later today.

　　By the way, let me introduce an article written by a lovely author (wearing pants)

　　"I'm in Tokyo, and I don't want to be popular either!" "

　　Love essays, I don't like this, and the essays are not very good, after all, it's the first book for newcomers.

　　But he's so cute, especially at night... (Feeling the Call of Masochism.jpg)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)