Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 75
Roel looked at the dressing table and sighed, he couldn't do such a good job.

Elena asked quickly. "what's wrong with you?"

Roel shushed. "Stupid, the lord came back for her so that his wife would not be ruined by..."

"Look at this, don't say it's ruined, it's a love between a man and a woman, the lord's wife and the young knight run away!"

"Even if we catch those two fairy couples, the lord will not be able to fulfill his promise. Borrowing a boat is a big deal. The common people certainly don't know, but the nobles in the city will probably know it. Will they kill them by then? It’s hard for us to shut up.”

"This is a hot potato, let's go."

Elena nodded, and the two immediately walked out of the castle, telling the servants that they had decided to reject the commission, but they couldn't say it so directly, they would definitely find out that they had discovered something.

"Hey, Mr. Steward, we are now going to the forest to find the enemy. That guy is really cunning and there are not many traces."

Roel replied in this way, and led Elena to the horse.

The butler bowed respectfully. "Oh, it's a good thing that you are willing to help, the lord will remember your contribution."

After all, Roel rode away to the opposite direction of the forest... The butler was dazed at first, then immediately realized something, and said to the other servants.

"Go release the carrier pigeon and let the people know."

On the other hand, Roel didn't know anything about this matter. He only knew that when he came into contact with nobles in Bretonnia, he was almost sure that if he solved the case, he would probably be besieged by knights. end.

In fact, he had already heard a lot about the romantic and chaotic private affairs of the nobles in Brionne, but he didn't expect it to be so exaggerated...

As the horses left the castle, Ali Mara got out of the caravan and asked. "Master, what's the matter, where is the forest?"

While riding, Roel introduced the situation to Alimara again, giving the poor village girl a little Brionne shock.

"Master...Master...Master...They, steal..." The girl's cheeks flushed, especially when Roel read the dirty words from memory.

For the first time in her life, she knew that love letters can reach the two realms of filth and beauty at the same time.

When they returned to Brionne, they were in the same predicament as they had no means of getting a ship, and the new bridge would take at least a year to repair.

It was as if God told them to slow down, hatred and grievances could not change anything, but Roel was only relying on this anger to support his actions at this moment...

He decided that since nobles need adventurers, he will be an adventurer, and he will pick up his old profession to please those knights.

But this time he was not only for himself, but also to complete that long grievance, and the necromancer's words of revenge on him still lingered in his ears.

When the caravan is parked near the city, it cannot enter the city. It can only be parked along the riverside where the knight cannot see it, because it is dirty and will spoil the beauty of the city.

When the carriage stopped, Roel slumped in the caravan as if he had lost his strength, preparing to take a nap, let Elena and the others go shopping, and gave them a few decrees.

To be honest, he is rich now and has the right to wear armor, but he is still a farmer. He doesn't even dare to reveal more than one gold coin at a time, lest he be spotted by the nobles.

Leaving the protection of the Savaryk lord's faction, the respect brought by the songs, and the protection of the wilderness, he is still so powerless, because money is not the most important thing in Bretonnia.

For nobles, a farmer holding a huge sum of money is equivalent to a pig holding a huge sum of money, and killing them is the difference between whether they can eat meat or not.

With a long sigh, Roel raised his legs, let him rest, let him rest.

At this moment, a low and high-pitched singing voice sounded. "Quenaris, Nionnes, home of the brave, Aquitaine, Brionne, peace and quiet."

"Or, Bordeaux's musketeer knights, thunder echoes over the mountains?"

Roel raised his arm covering his eyes. "It is you…"

The person who came was the "beautiful man". Roel didn't know if he had a sexual orientation problem, although he did look a bit feminine, no, quite feminine.

With blond hair and fair cheeks, it wouldn't be a problem to be a girl if she wasn't wearing pants.

"I'm quitting the job, let's talk to the lord~"

The handsome man was just talking to himself. "Knight of Bordeaux, I have sung your legend for a long time."

"But you seem to have a new honor." He pointed to the sign on the caravan. The noble probably didn't recognize it, but he knew it very well.

"Heremalt's guest, isn't he?"

Roel was so bored that he yawned. "Yeah~" Tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

"I just discovered something more interesting, such as..."

"Beautiful man" said. "For example, the lord's wife is having an affair. They pretend to kidnap and actually elope."

Roel frowned. "you know?"

The man grinned. "Naturally, it is very important for Brionne whether the Peasant Knight is worthless, understand?"

Roel became serious, and he sat up, leaning on his musket, and asked. "What's the matter with you looking for me?"

"Beautiful Man" cleared his throat and sang loudly.

"Love is like a star, shining under the moonstone, the evil moon is not close, and the evil spirit is afraid."

"The prejudices of the mortal world are constantly bound, Grantset Castle, Grantset Castle, a loyal knight falls in love with a guardian lady."

"The lord is furious, chained in the city, the lady weeps, the golden hair is scattered in the wheat field, hidden in the golden wheat grains, the knight holds the blade tightly, for love, abandons loyalty."

"Granset Castle, Grantset Castle, cursed with life, haunted by the dead, whether rocks or guards, knights or lords, and the lady is alone, haunted by the undead, when love is empty."

Roel finished listening. "There was a knight who cheated on his master's wife, which caused the lord and the knight to fight, but in fact, this was a necromancer's conspiracy. He captured the city when the lord and the knight were both wounded?"

"Beautiful Man" nodded, he wanted to continue singing, but he didn't notice the caravan under his feet, and fell down, just in time to touch Roel.

Soft. "woman?!"

Roel was amazed, "Beautiful Man" also blushed, dissipating the high-pitched voice, sweet like a bird. "Yes, knight, I am a lady."

"Please don't tell me, I have a way to get you to Carcassonne!"

(End of this chapter)