Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 74 New job
Familiar words... brought Roel's memory back to a long time ago, but this time he was not alone, he looked at Elena and Alimara, and asked after the two nodded.

"I'm not short of money, but you..."

Before he finished speaking, Timar pressed his slender fingers against Roel's lips, making his skin crawl...

"You're going to Carcassonne, aren't you? The lord will even lend you a longboat when the job is done."

Roel thought about it first, and then confirmed one thing. This job is not easy. After all, the cost of a ship is at least 50 gold coins, which is equivalent to a set of plate armor.

"Tell me first, what are we doing?"

The "beautiful man" took a sip of the wine brought by the boss, and his fair cheeks were slightly blush. "Lord Nostern's wife was kidnapped by outlaws, a knight who betrayed his honor and wanted to extort a considerable fortune from the lord's young and beautiful wife."

"But to be honest, he is very rich. The lord is not worried about money, but his new wife, understand."

"He needs to save the lady as soon as possible, before the other side defiles her, or already... But in any case, the adventurer who completes this matter will get the favor of the lord."

"Knights are not suitable for chasing and searching, but I can see that you are a good hunter. After all, you have been observing since you entered the door."

"By the way, what is the long pole behind you, a bow and arrow without strings?"

Roel just took a sip of wine. "Don't worry about it, the lord's wife was kidnapped there, we'll go after dinner."

The "beautiful boy" just explained the location of the castle. Going west, not far away, passing two old pagoda trees, and then passing an intersection, under the snow-white castle like a statue, surrounded by villages.

After finishing speaking, the man left, leaving only five copper coins for the wine, which means, you can do this matter as you like.

Although the attitude was very bad, Roel and the others walked obediently to the plains of Brionne after eating.

I have to say that the buildings in this area are extremely beautiful. Even ordinary villages are brand new as if no one has ever lived in them. The walls of the houses are made of white plaster, the windows with glass are neatly planned, and there is nothing else on the ground. Chaos in the village.

It's just that the people who watch it feel flustered...

When Roel followed the poet's words, turned and searched for two old pagoda trees, and walked across the hill, he suddenly found that there were many small huts behind the hill.

Surrounded by children, old people are weaving baskets. In this dirty little hut, the road is not only narrow, but also dirty. The lord will not pass by on horseback, and farmers can only rest temporarily here.

When Roel walked through the roof and came to the intersection, it said turn right at Grantset Castle, but he only needed to go forward for now.

The mule pattered along with two beautiful ladies, muskets in hand, behind a pitchfork, and people looked curiously at him, wondering if he must be a knight, because peasants are not so confident.

Going away along the dirt road, the mules pulling the caravan drew a two-line mark, as if to distinguish the horizon.

When the sun is close to the center, the castle in the distance is shining white, beautiful marble and dome, farmers are plowing beside it, and bards are singing, welcoming adventurers to Nostern Castle.

The silver-white knights kept galloping out towards the forest in the distance, the bards who received them said. "The road is far away, the enemy is evil, have you invited people to explain?"

Roel was a little unaccustomed to it. "That's right, sir, let's investigate."

The bard muttered. "That's good, but there's urgency, the knight's blade doesn't know where the enemy is."

"Evil people are afraid, they will not be fast or slow, but before the sun goes down..."

Roel understood that the forest at night was too dangerous for knights, so he asked himself and his friends to enter the castle to check the scene.

Alimala was watching the horses in the caravan. Roel didn't believe in the security of Bretonnia, but he was knocked to death on the main road!
Roel went to the gate of the castle and asked the servants if anyone was in the room to collect evidence. The ensuing inquiries proved that the Bartos were not smart, and they did not have a good understanding of on-site inspections. Roel was very clear. There may be clues in the lady's room.

Although the bard doesn't understand, adventurers are smart people, so he will lead the way.

The elf, the village girl, and the knight walked into the castle, and the servants bowed and took them to the room on the second floor, with golden velvet, a hazelnut plate, and a big bed lying in the middle.

Roel walked carefully through the scene of the crime, Elena, Alimara, and the three walked around here. There was mud on the window, and I don't know where it was stained.

Not on the floor, but only on the window and on the dressing table. The cosmetics are all expensive carmine. Presumably the lord loves this lady very much.

This table alone has to be the annual income of the three farmers!

Roel asked Elena. "Elena, take a look at this."

Elena bent her body, her pointed ears pressed against the wood. "It..." Elena seemed to have noticed something, she found a button in the drawer, she pressed it lightly, and the interlayer popped out.

One of the letters was still dyed an ambiguous pink.

Roel opened one to check.

【Dear Ms. Tirahn, my love for you is like a white sauce made of apricots, falling on a dinner plate made of flowers. 】

Um?love letter!This writing makes people blush, I'm afraid it's already cooked!

Elena and Roel looked at each other, this is not kidnapping, this is... adultery!elopement!

Roel immediately put the love letter back, and said. "Let's go, this job can't be done."

(End of this chapter)