Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 71 The King's Sabbath

Roel has already settled down in the village. Today is the king's Sabbath and the day of witchcraft in the empire. This is the end of the year and the beginning of the year, but today, even today, is not safe.

At this moment in the night, the evil moon is approaching, the eight winds are howling, the dead are revived, the demons are turning, and people gather together, hoping to read the festival born of despair.

On this day people will not sleep, but keep singing the first king of Bretonnia, King Gilles, until the opera plays until dawn...

Roel is now living with his companions in the hunter's hut on the edge of the village.

This house is not bad, with two bedrooms and one living room, and fresh meat and leather are stored in the basement. It is not difficult to imagine that at least before the disaster, this is a warm family of three.

Roel lives in the master bedroom, Alimara lives in the second bedroom, and Elena lives in the forest.

Roel dons his gear and knocks on Alimara's room in the early morning.

dong dong dong.

"Alimara, it's morning, you go to the training ground!"

"Don't forget, today is the last day, and we are leaving tomorrow."

A lazy voice came from Arimara's room. "Yes~"

Roel sighed, feeling that she had relaxed a lot recently, so he went to the kitchen and cut another piece of venison that was cooked yesterday for breakfast.

He mounted his mule and walked into the nearby forest. "Elena, patrol!"

The little "lark" in the forest shuttled among the green leaves, and she quickly arrived beside Roel, standing on the ground and combing her waist, her graceful figure hooked into an S.

Then she smiled wickedly. "Look straight~"

Roel nodded. "Yes, very beautiful."

The elf's fair cheeks turned red, how could a hundred-year-old girl bear it, she cursed back, and the two bickered and walked together.

Roel is now working as a night watchman in the village again. For him, actions that are unacceptable to normal people are just commonplace.

And Alimara is in charge of training the peasants to use the longbow, and Karoma who arranges all this is an excellent leader, he is very smart, and he is one of the few guys who can make long-term plans among the Bretonnians.

He immediately decided to use all the wealth of the lord as weapons to provide the peasants with the strength to protect their homes, and the thieves would be responsible for training their skills.

Alimara has such a job, relying on archery taught her by her uncle.

Everything is getting better, and Roel is looking forward to what the free Wanlede will look like. Although the lords don't like it here, it can even be said that the independence here has been successful...

And Roel's work is in the forest, around the village, and near the hills.

Elena and Roel wandered naturally in the wilderness like this. It took only one morning to confirm the footsteps of the green skins and the beastmen, looking for traces of goblins and weak horns.

They don't know where the humans gather in Aquitaine, so they will definitely send scouts, and the robbers will not provoke the robbers. They are the black road brothers of Aquitaine. With them stationed and Roel patrolling, the village is safe.

But this kind of security is always based on Aquitaine's geographical location. If it is Pordero, it is just an attack from Musilon, the robbers in the ocean, and the city will dissipate.

"Today is fine." Elena checked carefully and said.

Roel just lowered his head and continued to confirm that he liked this village very much, and it made him feel alive as a human being.

The three of them tacitly shared that they were all enjoying the tranquility and peace of the village, comfort or warmth, especially at night when everyone gathered together and ate in the house.

But whether it's Roel, Alimara, or Elena, none of them are people who will stay for a long time.

The two of them walked in the forest, Elena said suddenly. "Roel, Alimara has worked very hard, can you praise him?"

Roel asked in surprise. "Why did you say this suddenly?"

Elena stopped beside the tree trunk, her black eyes showed a trace of unbearable. "She left her hometown alone, left her family, and slept with the two of us in the wilderness. She didn't help you a while ago."

"However, I really think you are too strict."

"She's still a child."

Roel suddenly became angry, and he drove the mule fiercely and ran out of the forest, somewhat angry.

"She doesn't need it, she's still immature?!"

"I'm going to the village, see you in the evening..."

Elena didn't realize that he, Roel, was as old as Alimara, and he also left home, and he hasn't even had a meal with his family in this world until now.

He is also working hard, except for fighting and monsters, almost nothing fills his life!
Two months, it's been two months since time travel!
Roel pursed his lips, and the corners of his eyes were moist, and then he suddenly thought of the disgusting necromancer, clenched his fingers tightly, and buried everything in his heart again.

Roel subconsciously stroked the blade at his waist, and his movements became firmer.

He is no longer a child, at least in a world where demons still exist, he cannot be.

The mule walked into the village. At this moment, the village was in disrepair, but the villagers had smiles on their expressions, rare and precious smiles.

When they saw the adventurer Roel walking by, they would take off their hoods, bow to him, and ask him like a friend. "How are you today?"

Roel would also answer whether he saw a damned monster today. When he heard the news that today was safe, the expression on the farmer's face made Roel feel relieved.

Roel will take the trouble to spend the whole afternoon repeating this matter until everyone in the village knows whether he can sleep peacefully tonight.

The peasants did not know that he was the hero of the village, but they still respected Roel and recognized the stranger.

With a thank you, Roel walked to the square of the execution platform. On the square, people were dealing with the traces, corruption, and thick juice left by the devil. This was a very hard work, and it was only near the end of three days.

On the King's Sabbath, tonight, the stage will be set up here, the songs will be sung, and all the resources in the Lord's Fortress will be enjoyed by all.

Roel walked towards the castle. He still needed to report today's situation to the thieves. When the sound of mules' pattering hooves stepped on the stone bricks, people who heard the sound would feel at ease.

Now the gate of the castle has been opened, the manor has been hollowed out, and the gold, wealth, food, and fine wine inside have all been washed into the wealth of the village.

The masked people are dealing with the legacy of the demons, those disgusting degenerate books, and they have to make sure it's all theirs and no peasants.

Countless degenerate books and normal novels are stacked together, and they will be the main material of the bonfire at night. What better firewood for the day of witchcraft than the Canon of Psalms?
Carloma is already the heir of the castle, at least the master, he is a farmer, but he is worth it, but instead of being high above him, he is carrying a heavy and dusty box of corrupt books.

"My God, what the hell is this?" He couldn't read, so he just looked at the stinking book and put it down in disgust.

A burst of smelly dust billowed, making him cough continuously.

Roel waved his hand and slapped away the dust in front of him, so that the air could enter his abdomen instead of the dust.

"Caroma, today is also safe, I promise."

Carloma showed a smile, a very reassuring smile. "I really don't know what I will do if you leave." He took out five copper coins, which was a reward for Roel. Although it was small, there were too many places in this village that needed money.

"You should stay, we welcome you and your friends, especially the girl next to you."

"You should get married and enjoy comfort instead of running around."

Roel sighed, and he also thought that he could buy a manor with the gold coins given by the lords, hire soldiers, and start living like any nobleman in Bretonnia.

But he has been drawn into the vortex of fate, and he will not stop until he kills Fonti, the necromancer.

He declined Carloma, who looked at the setting sun.

"Stop talking about this, I want to know, what's for dinner tonight?"

Carloma smiled. "A big bucket of baked snails, a whole cow, enough white bread and enough wine."

"This is the best King's Sabbath I've ever had in my life..."

Roel nodded. "And the best I've ever had, bro."

He combed his waist, no one knew, today was also his first New Year in Bretonnia, in the world of Warhammer.

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　　"It's Not Superman, It's Ancestral Man"

　　Clarke's life on Earth will be better when he loses the skin of justice and replaces the stupid and indecisive character with violence or ability.

　　In the long years, beside the beautiful planet, there are many people who stare at, stare at, and covet her. Only the emperor of the world, the real superman can change the status quo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)