Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 73 Brionne
The plains of Aquitaine are very suitable for traveling, but even so, Roel couldn't help recalling the meat pie he ate yesterday, fresh meat and ginger salt, baked in bread mixed with butter, it was a rare delicacy up.

They are actually taking a long way around, they are close to the coast of the vast ocean, the shore of Aquitaine is very comfortable, the pirates are also resisted by Boldro's fleet, most of the pirates are Norscans in the north, they If you want to invade Bretonnia, you must go through Le Angoulang and Boldeiro.

This also gave Aquitaine a unique comfort, especially the coast, and after Roel got the caravan, the robbers saw the badge on it and did not do anything to steal, so they walked away for two days in peace.

Thanks to the huge size of the caravan, there are a lot of things in it, not only can you sleep peacefully at night, but also have a lot of supplies to avoid a lot of chores.

It's just that Roel doesn't live in it, men and women are somewhat different, the caravan is only enjoyed by ladies.

He didn't dislike it either, Bretonnia was flat, with lush pastures, and it was even cloudless lying under the starry sky. Although it was a bit cold in the depths of winter, he wrapped up more bedding and looked at the sky full of stars. , is also beautiful.

When the eyes were closed, a gust of sea breeze came from the shore, carrying the smell of the sea, which made people feel at ease indescribably.

When the sun rose in the sky, the light shone on the earth, and after packing up the things, the group took a few steps forward, and saw the continuous and winding river mouth, like a bright silver dragon, crawling in the distance.

"The estuary... the estuary... the estuary of the Brienne! We are here!" Roel smiled. After two days of long journey, they finally arrived in the city.

Sure enough, looking forward a hundred meters, the city of Brionne in the distance came into view.

And here, the previously flat seaport has also turned into a cliff, and trap-like reefs are scattered all over the seashore. Only the city of Brionne is like a shining jewel, set on the forehead of the silver dragon, the mouth of the river, and a peninsula.

It is beautiful, especially the urban design's preference for silver and white. The European-style huts and white tower-like castles and city walls shine in the sun. Of course, they are too obsessed with white.

But even Elena, an elf, couldn't help yearning for her, and a farmer like Alimara was stunned immediately after birth.

"Master, is that a city?"

If Roel hadn't seen skyscrapers, he would be surprised. However, this city wall doesn't have much defensive power. For the sake of beauty, it has too many protrusions and decorations.

However, this territory, like Aquitaine, did not have many enemy attacks.

When everyone followed the hills down and crossed the narrow bridge at the mouth of the river, this wonderful and romantic city was displayed in front of them.

But the three of them, who were more fighters than travelers, expressed disappointment with the weak city defense. There were more balconies on the castle and walls than shooting holes, and guards were holding chairs and lying on them.

The guards of the city are even more loose, as simple as a child's play house, just ask where you came from and where you went, and you can enter the city.

But it’s not their fault. After all, the Quinaris Territory in the west worships power so much that the orcs of Orka Mountain, the wood elves in the west, and the beastmen of Chalons Forest are all resisted by them.

But the Quenaris also take pride in protecting the poetry and romance here, and are excellent warriors who can rival the Lyoneses in bravery.

If it weren't for the fact that the shepherds of Carcassonne are more suitable for multi-terrain warfare in nature, and they are brave and powerful, Roel would probably consider going there to have a look.

Of course, no matter how brave a warrior is, he is still a knight, and Roel's identity cannot command them, which is also the key to his choice of a shepherd.

There are mostly bards and adventurers in the city, shuttling among the marble white buildings, and the market is always full of poets singing songs of love or abundance.

The most important place here is the Troubadour Hall in Brionne, which is the most magnificent and huge performing arts center in the world.

It is located on a small plateau in the south of the city, surrounded by gardens.The building itself is circular, made of white stone, and is an auditorium with perfect acoustics.

Troubadours can be seen performing there day and night.

The Castle of the Dukes of Brionne is located in the center of the city and on the highest point of the island, on a small hill in the city on the lake.

In a busy city, there is only one place where you can get news the fastest, the tavern.

Just like most adventure stories start here, the tavern also plays the role of information exchange in the city, but the wine Mengzi inside is the real famous product.

Of course, Roel also found that a tavern in Brionne had a very good sauce. Although it is not as popular as the ballads sung by its poets in Bretonnia, it is also unique in flavor and can be preserved for a long time, which can effectively relieve them. Tiredness in travel.

When stepping into the tavern, the rich taste of wine and the low voice of the ballad echoed, driving away boredom and loneliness in this narrow and warm place.

"Oh ~ she was born outside, oh ~ she was riding on the back of an old horse."

"The tale of the Maiden of Lyones has been told for as long as the people of Bartor can remember."

"She is brave, she is handsome, the blade strikes the enemy, the wind is shining, stand up, stand up, peasants of Bartor, where are the knights, what is bravery, don't reject her because she is a daughter!"

"Oh, she's the village girl, and Barto's hope!"

Obviously, Roel came late, but he still knew who the song was about, the only female knight in Bretonnia.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the flow of people. People here gave silver coins enthusiastically, because of the low and charming voice of the poet in front of him.

Roel was a little surprised. After all, bards were not so popular. He could see the colorful clothes, the feathers on the hat, and the blonde shawl. He even looked a little... like a girl.

However, it was hard to tell that the thick voice just now came from a young girl. Roel asked the boss curiously. "Give me a bottle of brandy, wine for the ladies around me, and three jars of your sauce to take away, and the whole roast pie."

Roel took out a decree, which was almost equivalent to a week's food for farmers, which made the boss's eyes straight.

Roel asked again. "By the way, he is?"

The boss accepted the silver coins and muttered. "He is the "beautiful" Timar, the best poet here, and many noble ladies invited him, and even expressed their love, but he refused."

Roel replied politely. "Interesting, by the way, boss, we need to go to Carcassonne and ask about the road conditions."

The boss frowned. "That's not good, the bridge over the river collapsed a few days ago...due to rain, high tides and disrepair."

"You should know that the city of Carcassonne is surrounded by a long river. The Brienne divides it. The main channel is 200 meters at its narrowest point. You probably can't get there without a boat, good enough, fishermen. Can't cross the river center." The boss took out meat pies and drinks.

Roel sighed. "Thanks, it looks like I'm really unlucky." While taking the food, in fact, his unhappiness lies in this misfortune. The bridge collapsed, at least it will take a year to repair, and this matter is not important to the nobles. Because they will rely on ships to travel.

If the nobles need to go out and walk on the bridge, I am afraid that the new bridge will be completed in a month.

But the nobles don't need it, and there is little commercial trade in Carcassonne and Brionne, and the Bretonnians don't like to travel, or they can't travel.

In Bretonnia, ships larger than fishing boats belonged to the nobles, just like armor and swords. Without their permission, even if I have a lot of money, I can only buy a fishing boat!

He was going to deal with the nobles again, but how to contact them gave Roel a headache again.

The "beautiful man" who just finished playing at this moment walked to the bar. "A piece of wine." Then he looked at Roel and asked with interest. "Are you adventurers? I have a job related to the lord."

　The Brionne bolognese was nicely seasoned with lime and a touch of sugar, but that also made for a nice price.

　　But if you're a wealthy adventurer on the go, you're bound to need a can.

　　Not only is it wrapping, but it is also very warm. (I didn't accept the advertisement, count the kingdom of gold.ing)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)