Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 56
Roel tidied up his clothes and walked out of the prison. At this moment, the light shone on his face, and the sunlight seemed dazzling.

Only now did he realize that he had been imprisoned underground in the port of Bordeaux for a week!
He covered the sun with his hands, his eyes adapted to the light as much as possible, his body recalled the warmth, and he looked at the rustling passers-by in the distance, as if returning to that afternoon.

The day when he leaned against the wooden box in a daze, drank the brandy he had earned for a month, and was beaten to death one day.

Even the box next to me looks like...

? !
This is it!

Now the man standing by the box took off his hat and bowed to Roel. "Master Knight, I base..." He paused before speaking.

"The fat businessman's request, I got your stuff back."

Roel opened the box, and there was a flash of silver inside. Rick's rifles, 14, were neatly listed inside.

Roel asked tentatively. "Then, those people?"

The man looked at the ocean.

"Thank you, but I have something to do at the moment, can I put it in your club first?"

Roel had complicated feelings in his heart, so he exposed all his grievances today, oh, no... and that bastard necromancer.

Man bows. "Happy to help." He asked someone to carry the box to the chamber of commerce at the port, so that Roel could come back to pick it up at any time.

Watching people leave, Roel curled his lips and walked on the street with his rifle in hand. What surprised him was that there were many people dressed like him in Bordereau at the moment.

However, most of the guns are not real goods, but models, ranging from exquisite to rough, and even wearing mail armor. However, the guards here try their best to ignore the peasants wearing mail armor.

It may be because Roel is dressed very Roel, everyone will take off their hats and salute when they see him, although they will not make a fuss, but for all "Roel", the residents of Bordeaux will express to him at this moment Enough respect.

He thinks, this world is not so bad, right?

When Roel walked along the road he came to Pordero on the first day to the small fishing village where he was born, every family here was still peaceful, except for the noisy children who saw Roel from a distance and surrounded him.

"Firearms knight, peasant knight!" They circled around Roel, wanting to touch his weapon, even though Roel had acted scary enough, they were unwilling to leave.

If he hadn't been unable to bear it and fired a shot into the sky, those children would not have dispersed.

He walked quickly to his home, at least the home of his own body. At this moment, the old people in the house looked extraordinarily old. They never cared about heroes, they only knew that their children were in prison.

White hair, sorrow, gifts and food from the neighbor are all crowded here, and the two of them no longer work, just sitting in the courtyard blankly, as if they have lost their souls.

Roel opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound at the first moment, and hesitated for a while before mustering up his courage.

"Dad, Mom!"

The two old men raised their tired bodies and saw their children, they were still stunned first, then stood up in surprise, their voices trembling.

"Are you out?!"

"You came out?!"

Roel rubbed the tip of his nose. "I'm back."

They immediately cursed. "You bastard, I raised you just to seek death for you?"

"Isn't the work in the field bad?"

But even though they sang together, they picked up the fruit in the basket on the ground at the first moment and rushed to Roel.

"Eat quickly, it's hard in prison..."

"I'll cook, old man, go heat the bread!"

Roel quickly stopped, and said that he still had something to do, and he just came to report the news.

Because he really didn't dare to stay for a long time, he still had too many things to do at this moment, and the family would only soften him, and there were still things that had not been settled. At this moment, all he could do was put ten gold coins given by the lords on the table.

The two old men looked at the gleaming golden crown, and they pursed their lips, their habits were very similar to those of Roel.

"Son, we know"

"You are no longer a farmer who planed food in the field. You should follow the lord to do great things, even the duke." The old man said.

"However, if you are tired, there is still a bed at home." Mother said.

Roel just turned his head sideways, walked out of here, out of the courtyard, and finally got the courage outside the door, and shouted.

"I've been a farmer all my life! I won't be a hero, I won't be a knight, I won't change! I'm your child too!"

He ran quickly again, kept going, kept going, ran to the distance, and there was no shadow anymore.

And soon, people in the village gathered at Roel's house and kept asking the old couple who were choking.

"He is back?"

"Is he back?"

The old man nodded and wiped away his tears. "Everyone sit down, we have a banquet, my child treats."

Then they cherished and took out six decrees, which were wrapped in three layers of cloth, which was the salary that Roel gave them for the first time. It has been a month, but they have not been used yet.

And when Roel went back to the city and rode on his own mule miss, she was still not thin, and she still stuck up to him when she saw him at first sight, panting intimately.

Roel was riding his mule up the trail toward the lighthouse, and anyone who passed by now would say hello to him, but they still didn't recognize him.

When the hooves of the mules stepped out of the puddles, and the place where the battlefield was once loomed in the distance, new houses were being built here, and the Bretonnians discovered that this place could be used as a port.

The corpses all over the ground have been buried, the lords have also been brought back to the territory for burial, the filthy buildings have been pulled down, and the comfortable workers are drinking and drunk, making people worry about their craftsmanship.

Roel continued to walk until he reached the familiar lighthouse. The lighthouse was abandoned at this moment. There was only a stone tomb and an earthen tomb next to the night watchman's hut.

Roel got off his horse and wiped the slightly dusty tombstone on which Eustabe's name was engraved.

"Elena is so kind, but, there should be no one to commemorate you?"

"Lonely guy." Roel half scolded, half pitiful, because he also had a part of loneliness.

"I only have bread, which is on the floor. You gave it to me when we divided the dirt that day. It was too hard, so I didn't eat it."

A piece of hard black bread was placed in front of the grave, and a little water from the kettle was poured. Roel sighed, and everything felt different.

Just as he stood up, a familiar voice sounded.

"Short-lived ghost, is your invitation still valid?"

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(End of this chapter)