Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 79 Baron Norstern
After picking up the duke's gift, Roel looked at the silver decree engraved on his head shining under the sun, no wonder no one would admit that the duke was mistaken.

The mighty troops left, and the prostrate people dared to look up at this moment. They were all envious of Roel at this moment, and they knew that standing there would probably end with beheading.

They watched the lucky one go, and this trifle would be one of the noble tales of the duke's generosity.

After standing up, he started to show off and brag about himself again, how low he was just now, and how standard his appearance was, he asked others to follow suit, and he was able to get the law, without knowing that he was not awarded because of groveling.

And Roel just walked away, tasting his favorite baked snails in the tavern, or paired with garlic and wine, and two pieces of bread.

Before he knew it, Roel found himself not only eating, buying new clothes, and taking a bath in the city, but also got two decrees.

To be honest, his mood has improved, and his shoulders are no longer heavy. Although it was all caused by accidents, life is not bad.

In the evening he returned to the caravan with his supper, some pastries, sausage, bread and water.

Quite good food for most Bretonnians, laid out on the ground for one's own companions to taste.

Elena is still complaining that the human food is not delicious enough, while Alimara is serious about maintaining her firearms.

Roel asked in a strange way. "Would you like to take a shower later?"

Both girls blushed, and Roel retorted belatedly. "No, it's not that I'm going to clean the caravan. It will take some time, and as ladies, you shouldn't be too sloppy."

"Don't say I look like an old mother, look inside the caravan."

Roel pointed to the interior of the car, where messy things were scattered around, goods, food residues, gunpowder shavings and crumpled bedding.

Even though Roel was close enough to them, the two girls couldn't help but blush.

He continued to be relentless. "Now, take your clothes, find a maid to wash them, and soak them for two hours."

The two left under his sudden pressure, but Roel just wanted to help them in his own way.

Travel and adventure are too tiring, new things are constantly coming, the loneliness of leaving home and heavy responsibilities, work, are oppressing their hearts.

Whether it's Elena, Ali Mara, or herself.

To be precise, Roel felt that every Bretonnian should find some time to clean himself up, eat something, and get away from heavy taxes, even if it was a luxury, and even a little meaty.

When he saw two people leaving with big bags and small bags, he rolled up his sleeves and opened the caravan to let the dust disperse. He is not a professional, but the feeling of cleaning things is not bad.

But he was a little regretful that he didn't find the ladies' underwear, obviously they were already prepared.

The clean-up was coming to an end very quickly, in fact, it only took 10 minutes to clean up the things and arrange them neatly.

It's a small thing, but he needs it right now.

Halfway through the cleaning, the high-pitched voice of "Beautiful Man" sounded just behind him. She was riding a small pack horse, holding a bansa in her hand, and her gorgeous clothes were light blue like Boldeiro. for preference.

"Oh, little knight, or little knight, the lord has promised you a spoil, and he is very generous."

"He's going to hold an expedition banquet tonight. If you think it's okay, bring your companions. The knights and adventurers are waiting."

Roel folded the quilt and combed his waist. He wanted three treasures to prevent bargaining.

He said to the "beautiful boy". "Is he a baron?"

The "beautiful boy" was stopped by the question, but she still replied quickly. "He is, a gift from the King of Colonia, Raun, how about it?"

Roel licked the corner of his mouth. "It's nothing, I will go to the banquet tonight, thank you for your hard work."

When the "beautiful boy" left, what he saw in the city today was strangely connected with the previous adventures.

Barons seldom leave the vicinity of the king. They have considerable rights and can also obtain territories. They are personally chosen by the king, so they seldom leave Colony.

Since he is a baron, his actions represent the will of King Lawn?Or is he hoping to get more territory so that he can set off independence in Bretonnia?
This has nothing to do with Roel, and he shouldn't care too much until he settles his grievances with the necromancer. Whether it's independent or Lawn's plan, he should just stop his curiosity.

When the notified "beautiful man" left and the cleaning of the caravan came to an end, Roel extinguished the bonfire, muttering in his heart how to deceive Alimara.

It wasn't the first time he'd done this, and lies were always something that reassured others.

Let's say Lord Nostern hired them to watch the night, in fact their tasks should be similar.

Conquering fortifications is the job of Lord Knight.

A sip of water distilled by an alchemist is not cheap in Bretonnia, but it is not a problem to fill your head with low-concentration wine every day.

When the girls came back, they had been washed clean, and Alimara put on a long skirt, looking cute and energetic, and then Roel began to wink.

"Apprentice, the "beautiful boy" just now, the one in the tavern, notified me that the lord of Nostern is recruiting night watchmen. To be honest, I don't think such a job can lend a longship, but."

"I want to try."

Alimara nodded immediately. "Okay, I also have experience in night watch!"

Roel immediately grabbed Elena next to her. "No, no, no, horses are very expensive, and we don't use night watch. You need to take care of them, and it's safe here."

"I'll leave you two gold coins. Elena and I won this job. We'll go for an interview tonight."

Elemara puffed up her cheeks, annoyed like a child, but only this time, Elena agreed. "Just let us go, boy, you know, this short-lived ghost is born to stay up late."

"And I am a lost tracker! Although I was kicked out by the forest in just a few days..."

Roel was a little surprised that Elena would reveal her past to her, but it could only prove that she was getting out of her knot.

After Alimara accepted this, they quickly walked to the castle. The journey was not far, and it only took more than an hour without a horse, not to mention that Roel and Arimara had good feet.

Going west, not far away, passing two old locust trees, and then passing an intersection, under the snow-white castle like a statue, surrounded by villages...

There is a long table in front of the silvery city, the torches are bright, and candles or oil lamps are placed on the table.

One knight, one adventurer, divide carefully.

In terms of knights, there are about 20 people, most of them are chivalrous knights, and there should be friends of the lord. The worst is a suit of mail, and the best is simply a can.

The risk-takers, counting the two commanders, totaled 50 people, there were boys and girls, but there were still some, maybe girls who had been shepherds, it was very messy, some looked like hunters, some dressed like guards, or took Wearing a staff.

They sat at the long table, and the lord waited on the high platform like an emperor. He was young, still very energetic in his early 30s, with a mustache, dark hair, sharp light blue pupils, and dressed in Bretonnia aristocratic attire, like a swollen rooster.

"Everyone, the hero Roel has arrived, and Sir Nock has arrived, let's start! Servants, serve!"

The lord pushed the later Roel to the forefront, and Nock...should be another high-ranking commander.

Nock is an aristocrat, his legs crossed in boredom, he has no beard in his 20s, and he is smartly dressed, but compared to others, he doesn't even carry a weapon, and only wears linen clothes.

But no one dared to provoke him. After all, he was a jazz. In contrast, Roel was just a well-known farmer in Bordeaux. As adventurers, they felt that they were the boss.

Looks like this is another trial for the Baron.

Not having a good face, and not necessarily being able to command them well, Roel made a decision in his heart that he would be the protagonist at this dinner party.

Roel walked to the head of the long table on the side of the adventurer, and next to him was Nok with his legs crossed.

he yelled. "You may not accept me, you may all be heroes, but those who feel capable will come up, if I lose to you, the position of command will be given to you!"

(End of this chapter)