Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 58 Roel Farmer, I Knight You
"Farmer Roel, I hereby make you a knight in my own name, but I cannot grant you land, nor can I honor you."

The words of the old lord flashed in Roel's mind, he, who would not cry even after killing his own friend, had tears in his eyes for a moment.

He delivered, he delivered!
Roel took a deep breath before suppressing his inner feelings.

The Knight of the Holy Grail sighed, because he saw how strange the feelings of the master and apprentice who had only met for a few times, he walked to Roel, and brushed the blade of the sword with his fingers. "It's yours, knight."

"But now there is no lord who will give you a corresponding identity, and all I can do is add your decoration to the sword's gauntlet."

"What kind of logo do you want?"

Roel looked at the round head of the sword. This position is very important, but it is often overlooked. Without it, the sword would fall out of the hand, and its stability would also be problematic.

"In this place, my lord, I will carve a pitchfork in this place, a strong enough, plain pitchfork."

After the Holy Grail Knights heard it, their eyes lit up. Most of the Holy Grail Knights knew the importance of peasants to Bretonnia, which was why they would not kill peasants like stupid lords.

The Goddess of the Lake chose them because the overall situation is very good, very good, nine or even very good.

And the knight named Garamond found out that an ordinary man like Roel had such thoughts, and couldn't help feeling sorry. "If you are a nobleman, I really want to take you on a holy journey."

Roel just bowed slightly. "My lord, if I were a nobleman, I wouldn't have such an awareness. This is an irreconcilable contradiction."

"Haven't experienced the real Bretonnia, and never seen the truly shining Holy Grail."

The knight nodded again and again. If this child was not too young and a farmer, he might become the rare Holy Grail Knight in Bretonnia.

pity!

But the daughter of Lord Savaryk only felt that what they said was profound, so she quietly backed away, and ordered people to prepare a dinner to cleanse Knight Roel.

The castle is not big, and the bomb-like news quickly spread throughout the castle. The servants all knew a little about the entrustment of the lord and the popular songs of Bordeaux, and now they cast curious and admiring eyes on Roel.

It is conceivable that this matter will soon spread like wildfire and become a good talk of Bordeaux, and the name of "Peasant Knight" Roel will also be spread in distant songs.

At this moment, Roel probably knew that the old man in front of him was kind-hearted, full of martial arts, and tall. He was definitely not an ordinary person, and he was probably the lord there.

He appears respectful. "Are you, my lord?"

The old knight Garamond, like the old lord, was a superman crawling out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and he was very free and easy all his life. "I'm Garamon, and you're a nice boy."

After he became a Holy Grail Knight, no matter whether he was a servant, a farmer, or even other lords, he rarely asked his name directly, because he was included in the list of Holy Grail Knights of most Barto nobles!

Every holy grail knight is the endorsement of the lake god in the world, a walking living saint, in a relatively safe place like Bordereau, there are even fewer people who are willing to follow the oath!
Garamon hadn't been asked his name for several years, so he found it very funny that this low-born young man walked here like a nursery rhyme, and could even have dinner with himself.

Roel only felt the kindness of his tone, and the Holy Grail Knight was not wearing armor at the moment, nor did he have a glowing gun or sword blade, nor did he have that fancy armor. He didn't even realize that this man was actually with It is not right for the old lord to be so energetic at his age.

They walked into the hall of the castle, and rich food had been served, such as roasted whole deer, or seafood soup boiled for a long time, and even cakes and desserts, all of which were rarely enjoyed in Bretonnia.

The combination of sweetness or strong fragrance makes people feel like they are going to faint, and makes Roel's stomach grunt uncontrollably.

The dinner was held on a long table, and only the lord's daughter, the old Holy Grail Knight, and Roel enjoyed it. The servants were all dismissed, but there was still an empty seat on the table, which surprised Roel a little.

The Holy Grail Knight looked at the position and said to Roel. "There is still one person left, let's wait a minute, he will come soon."

Roel nodded, and watched the atmosphere sink into tranquility, especially at the moment when the environment of the castle was very dark. The castle must be made of stone to ensure its defense. There are always places where the candlelight cannot shine, which looks weird.

Roel couldn't help thinking, why should three people prepare four chairs?And I have never heard that the lord has children, or relatives...

Confused... the old lord is still in his own home?
Roel was in a cold sweat for a moment, thinking that he was the one who shot him away...

At this moment, sudden footsteps came from the second floor, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump...

As Roel's heart beat faster, a brown-haired man came down the stairs and bowed to those present.

"Your Excellency Roel, father, and my fiancée, Miss, I have been delayed a little, and now we are going to enjoy the dinner!"

The Holy Grail Knight, Garamond, was only slowly introduced at this moment. "He is the second son of my family, Hornromon. I came here to let him marry here and ensure the continuation of the Savaryk family!"

(End of this chapter)