Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 61 A lover is finally a dependent, right?
The blade fell, and Garamon, who was the Holy Grail Knight at this moment, couldn't help but read it. "pretty!"

The other people present were also attracted by this peculiar fighting technique, and their eyes approached Roel. At this moment, they really recognized Roel's identity as the heir of the old lord.

Horn stared blankly at the blade that fell to the ground, how did he get rid of it?

Things happened so fast that he didn't even have time to react. When he realized that he was winning or losing, his family had already lost.

"Hey, what kind of magic is this?"

He asked Roel, his eyes were full of light, this strategy is too strange, far better than his knight teacher taught.

And Roel just said lightly. "It's called a pitchfork, and it has two more heads than a spear."

These words caused a huge shock to the young knight. He had just completed his chivalrous journey. The adventures and disrespect during the trip had already made him distrust swordsmanship. At this moment, these words kept echoing in his mind.

"It has two more heads than a spear..."

Roel didn't know that his words made the mixed dwarf workers far away in Palaion receive the strange task of making the best pitchfork in all of Bretonnia, and he didn't know that his behavior shaped a A kingdom knight who killed an orc with a pitchfork.

At this moment Roel stepped off the ring and took off the heavy defense on his body. The old lord's daughter trotted excitedly to his side, as if she wanted to do something, her cheeks were red, but because of her position, she just said sentence. "thank you."

Knight Garamond looked at the situation and probably understood what happened. He walked up to Roel and patted him on the shoulder.

"So it turns out that you guys have feelings for each other. Although you are a farmer, it is impossible to marry a nobleman according to Bretonnian law, and your child will not be a nobleman, but I will find a way."

"I will try my best to arrange things well and count them as blessings to you."

Roel was just sinking in the feeling of victory at this moment, and was hinted by the old knight in a cloud, and he suddenly realized the meaning of the words.

Fuck, what is this man talking about? I'm helping my important knight mentor and comrade-in-arms fulfill his last wish, not his daughter!

"Go, go, what's the matter with you!"

Roel only felt that the old knight in front of him had some problems, especially his brain, maybe he was a little bit brainy about love, or that older people would always think wildly about the love of juniors?
Garamon blushed, he seemed to have misunderstood?
But he still can't understand, his child's martial arts and status are not bad, why can't his friend's daughter look down on him?

Just as he was about to ask, the guard at the door suddenly shouted. "Ms. Alimara, please see Your Excellency Roel!"

Roel regained his spirits immediately. He hadn't seen his apprentice for a long time. He asked the guard to open the door. At this moment, a not-so-good old carriage slowly entered the castle.

A peasant girl with a longbow in the carriage got out of the carriage and thanked the young coachman. The coachman was not handsome, but he was wearing mail armor. He was obviously a nobleman, because peasants could not wear armor.

The girl was none other than Alimara, and she waved. "My lord, you are actually willing to take me for free. I will introduce more people to you in the car next time."

The groom rubbed his red hair, and there were still a few freckles on his face. "It's your ballad that moved me, the song of the peasant knight, it's so good."

At this moment, Roel was about to go up to catch up on the old days, when suddenly the lord's daughter beside him walked quickly to the carriage.

"Lounce?"

The young man whose name was called also looked at the girl. "Irene?"

"But this is Lord Savaryk's..."

The girl blushed. "I lied to you, I'm not a farmer, my full name is Erin Rick..."

The boy looked surprised, and then the girl climbed into his arms. After today's exciting duel, the girl found the backbone of Roel.

"Let's get married..."

Roel was also dumbfounded seeing this situation, the woman confessed?This kid is quite attractive...

Miss Arimara walked up to Roel, with a question mark on her head. "Well, master, what's going on here?"

Roel clicked his nose. "You are still young, don't ask, asking is love."

After the two lovers told each other their feelings, the Holy Grail Knight Garamond was also moved by such a story, the carriage nobleman and the lord's daughter...

But at present, there is still one biggest obstacle for the two of them, that is, Lawnes, who is not a knight of the kingdom, cannot inherit the land of Bretonnia.

Before he finished his training, he was just a chivalrous knight now...

Fortunately, Garamond is here as a witness as the Holy Grail Knight. Before Genesis completed his chivalrous journey, Miss Irene Rick, the lord's daughter, has the right to autonomy in the territory until Genesis completes his obligations.

But the two lovers were separated again because of this. Genesis put on the armor given to him by Erin Rick, the lord's daughter, which was a relic of her father, and it was left by the ghoul in the battle that night. trace.

Genesis also rode his horse and walked into the distance.

There is only one unfinished story to be continued, which is touching.

Roel had fulfilled the old lord's last words and left the castle with his apprentice, Alimara asked at this moment.

"Master, will he succeed?"

Roel replied. "If love is really powerful, he should be able to, but if the four gods make trouble in this mortal world, his death is also possible."

"But there are many things that people can rely on, such as the armor of the old lord, he should survive."

Elena got out of the forest at this moment, landed on the trail, looking at the two people. "What happened in the castle?"

Roel felt that Elena might not like such a story, so he said. "nothing."

Then go on. "By the way, I have already thought about our next step, we are going to Carcassonne!"

Elena's beautiful cheeks twitched slightly when she heard this word, that place was too close to her hometown, she wasn't sure if she could go back.

"What are you doing there, short-lived?"

Roel smiled. "I know there are soldiers with the best firearms, the elite Bretonnian shepherds who deal with orcs in Orka Mountain!"

"I will use them to form my own army, and I will use firearms and force to settle my last grievance."

"I want to kill him, Necromancer, Pete Fonti, Musilon's lunatic!"

(End of this chapter)