Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 55 The Honor of Nobles

The three lords are sitting on pins and needles. In Bretonnia, even the law cannot make them submit, and their rights must take into account their dignity. At this moment, the three masters actually need to ask for a farmer.

Not many people believed this story even though it was spread all over Bordereau!
But more than law, dignity, or anything else, for the lords of Bretonnia, honor is what they value most.

You don't have to, but you must never let others know that you don't.

If word of this spreads to Bretonnia, the king of Laun in Colony, the nymph of the lake in Carcassonne, both of them have the right to revoke their nobility.

Even if they hadn't done anything, in the aristocratic circles of Bordeaux, they are now well-known hooligans and lowly aristocrats.

At this moment, even the lowly aristocrats who run businesses at home can despise the three of them...

If this continues, even their right to inherit the territory will be shaken. If their wealth cannot be left to their heirs, all their efforts will be in vain!

Facing Roel's evasion, at least in their eyes, they were evasive, and they were angry. If they hadn't said so much, they would have liked to hang the man in front of them to death.

But they are also desperate, no matter what, they are already notorious in the aristocratic circle, and they only need to make troubles to make their savings become the property of other nobles.

And Roel knew that he held the lifeblood of the three in front of him. Is this feeling the same as that of the Necromancer?
Make people happy!

Roel immediately took a deep breath, not Tzeentch...

But it's not that exaggerated, the four gods are above, there are thousands of people who need to pay attention, and I just cheated a lord.

He had actually thought about how to deal with these three guys. They were already dead in the aristocratic circle, and the only way to save them was already mercifully thought of by Roel.

"Ask for the oath."

After finishing speaking, Roel walked out of the cell, picked up his own equipment, firearms, ammunition, and even the regiment badges given by the imperials brought by the attendants, and carefully checked whether the few pennies in his hand were missing. Seems greedy for money.

And those four words were pasted coldly on the faces of the three lords, and they immediately understood the meaning of the opposite party. Their expressions were surprised at first, then became angry, and finally said something complicated.

"Thank you for your pointers..."

The three of them were dejected as if they had accepted their fate. These four words were their only way out, but the farmer in front of them actually pointed it out for them.

That's right, they can only wash away their grievances by chasing the Holy Grail, going to the wilderness to challenge various monsters, becoming quest knights, putting down their honor and everything, so that their heirs can at least inherit their territory.

Soon the baron collapsed and sat on the muddy ground, crying bitterly.

His choking emotions infected the two people next to him, and the three lords actually sat in the prison and wept like children in full view.

When their voices were hoarse and their eyes were red, they stood up and bowed to Roel again, because these four words meant that they were forgiven by him.

"I have a set of fine steel mail armor made by dwarves in my house, and I am willing to pay a hundred gold coins to make amends!"

The baron choked up and expressed his gratitude, because his family was saved!
The two next to him also quickly shouted. "We are willing to pay 50 gold coins each as an apology!"

Roel didn't ask for more, because there are many lords in Bretonnia, even if a village collects 19 gold coins, it is a monthly profit of a few gold coins. Fifty gold coins are the life savings of ordinary lords, and their value is comparable to that of fine-crafted plate armor.

The three lords made a written statement, wrote their promises on the paper, and then stamped their family emblems. The servants took the money as quickly as possible, and the baron took off his chain mail, and the three decided to go to the place of seeking trip.

For them, it was a sentence of suicide, and they would not return to the domain, nor live in the castle, but to the most dangerous places in Bretonnia.

But they just want to die, just for the continuation of their family, it can be said that they just want to die!
At this moment, Roel's resentment towards them has completely dissipated, and he even feels a little distressed, but why is it not caused by their greed?
In the end, the three of them were forced to throw everything away in exchange for their own greed to dissipate. Is the forgiveness of others really worth it?
Roel held the gift from the lord, a heavy bag with only gold coins, and a brand new chain mail already worn on his body.

Looking at the lord who left the cage but was sentenced to death, he fell into deep thought...

He is innocent, even one of the most influential people in Boldeiro.

But he felt that he was not as comfortable and happy as he was when he cooked porridge under the lighthouse before. It was not that he was cheap, but that the noble ecology of Bretonnia was too distorted.

Twist!uncomfortable!

At this moment, he raised his head and looked at all the talented people in the prison. They also walked out of the prison naturally, and then congratulated Roel on his release.

Roel just stared at the crumpled letter of permission for the armor approved by the duke, lost his mind for a while, and then glanced at the long sword handed over to him by the lord.

He stood up as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and then bowed to everyone in the prison, his eyes became more radiant.

"I, Roel, have received a lot of care from everyone here. Although I still want to study with you, I still have things to settle."

"I want to find a good husband for the lord's daughter!"

(End of this chapter)