Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 76 "Beautiful Man" and the Old City
There was once a village woman who studied poetry with ideals, but women cannot be bards, and praising greatness should be done by those who can achieve greatness.

She disguised herself as a man, and climbed to the peak of a bard with her singing voice. Although it was hard and difficult, even foreigners only needed to get in touch with her to see that she was a woman.

But most of the Bartos ignore her many problems because they don't believe women can achieve so much.

But at this moment, everything about her has been exposed...

"Ma'am, what exactly do you need me to do?" Roel felt the residual heat on his arms, won't this tight bundle affect his development?
"Beautiful Man" took a deep breath, and his voice became thicker again. "The lord ordered all the people in the territory, servants, and peasants to perform a show to test the hero and confirm whether he can command the idlers."

"This matter is not an employment, but an honor. There needs to be someone who can convince everyone with martial arts and culture."

"The lord will come up with his puzzles. If you leave, you will be the top class. If you capture the knight, you will be the middle class. If you fail, you will be the bottom class. There are currently more than 2 people who have joined, and the result is the top. There are only [-] people, and you are the one."

Roel licked his lips, meaning, he is now chosen to command the adventurer?
"In order to take back the castle and territory? I remember that the lord's territory is very close to the lost castle of the dead?"

The "beautiful boy" nodded. "It is for the people, and it is also a merit."

To be honest, this request is very moving, that is, you don't need to work hard, and you don't need to deal with monsters, and you can also brush up the attributes of the hero panel.

And this lord is not an idiot, presumably there must be quite a few people who have found the letter, but this test is not a test of searching ability, but vision.

Most people in Bretonnia don't like to plan long-term things, which is not good for long-term combat. Those who find the letter, think of the stakes in it at the first time, and leave are definitely the best.

Smart and understands what things will look like in the long run.

But Roel clicked his nose. "I reject."

"A companion is like a tiger. I have experienced it. If you know my experience in Bordeaux, you should know even more."

"I'm fed up with the faces of those nobles, and I'm disgusted. If you really want to help me, just tell the nobles that I'm willing to use gold coins to hire a boatman."

"But I won't appear in front of them. I'm a peasant, not a knight. Everything about me is theirs, isn't it?"

The "beautiful man" has been in the collar for a long time, and many nobles love him, so he naturally knows that Roel's actions are not only good, but even right.

She pursed her red lips and said in her own voice. "This has something to do with Merovingian's legacy, and it has something to do with Musilon's undead. The ancestors of the lord of this fort once took refuge in the vampire duke."

Roel was now interested. "The ship, and, give me the right to take three things from the castle, and I will have my lord swear to them by a knight's oath."

"Otherwise, the loyalty of me and my companions cannot be exchanged."

The expression of "beautiful boy" froze, this is really a big mouth for the peasant's proposal to the lord.

Roel also knows the rules, there are no mercenaries in Bretonnia. "I'm not a mercenary, I can't get a penny, I was called by the lord's oath, and the lord felt that I should be rewarded, so he agreed to lend me a long boat and three treasures in the city. The lord is very kind." Generosity, I am obliged to pass it on forever."

Only the last four words gritted his teeth, but Musilon's grievances are also the purpose of his coming, the gods bless Bretonnia.

The "beautiful boy" was reluctant, but she heard Roel's assurance, and she also planned to speak forward.

She still asked before leaving. "Farmer Roel, what do you remember?"

Roel gestured for a quotation mark. "Of course sir, I remember it very well."

The "beautiful man" blushed, cursing inwardly that the most peasant behavior has nothing to do with honor, compared to his poems are all fabricated, but without real martial arts martial arts, he can't get the gift of the lord, and he can't get rid of the employment. puzzles.

When the lovely lady left, Roel changed his previous laziness, took out the remaining bomb and began to adjust the gunpowder content.

Whether the lord would agree to him or not, the nature of the matter changed when it got involved with the damned dead.

Even if he wants to stay here for a year, he still needs to sort out what happened to Musilon from the past to the present. The feeling of being passive before was too disgusting.

One year was too short for that necromancer's life, and Roel's urgency was to kill the bastard before he could react.

But unraveling Musilon's secrets is also important, but children make choices, and I want them all.

If he died on the way of exploration, it just means that his good luck has come to an end.

The gunpowder is filled, the ammunition is made, and the pitchfork is sharpened. Looking from the edge of the peninsula to the boundless sea, the tide of the surging water at the mouth of the Brienne is rolling, and the fishing boat has entered the sea.

Roel couldn't help thinking that across the boundless ocean was Ulthuan, the homeland of the elves, and among the peaks of the gray mountains in the west, was the new stronghold of the dwarves.

It only takes half a month for him and Ax Pass to reach the territory of the empire.

To settle whether that hatred is right or not, watching the pitchfork shine with silver light in the gradually setting sun.

"He cut off my noble path, and..."

"Musillon is not only a threat to Bretonnia, but also the reason why Bretonnia cannot support the Empire in the end... If I can save anything, then go to Musilon... then go to Musilon."

He was talking to himself, as if he wanted to find a reason for his stupid revenge, as if he wanted to find a meaning for his life.

He can run away, but he already has feelings for Bordereau, he can betray, but the old lord's kindness has not been repaid, he can give up, but the tragedy of Ostabe may repeat itself.

"Tal, how does a person like Sigma who can change everything do it? Can I catch up to one-thousandth of him?"

Before the elf and the girl came back, Roel would be crushed by himself, and he lived like this, always.

At night, when the girls came back with food, Roel sat by the bonfire he had made, pulled Elena away, and led her away from Alimara.

Just make sure you're not overhearing. "Elena, there is a mission related to Musilon that will allow us to go to Carcassonne."

"However, I hope that Ali Mara doesn't know, only you and I will go, and she is not part of our grievance."

Elena was surprisingly quiet, after hearing the cause and effect, she took another bite of the cake in her arms. "I did it, short-lived ghost, don't die."

Roel cursed. "You are dead."

Elena smiled, the rising moonlight shone on her cheeks. "By the way, if I can return to the forest, I will leave your name on an oak tree in Athel Loren."

"In this way your soul will be swallowed by the forest, leaving you in this world forever."

Roel's goosebumps stood up, this elf is good at everything, except he has a mouth!

(End of this chapter)