Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 81

There buttoned his ears, took out the wine he carried with him, and took a sip, and all the eyes of the audience were attracted by him.

"Why, there's no reason why Guan Jian can't speak?"

This person is too hateful. Although they don't know why, everyone here realizes that this guy and that boy are in the same group.

But the nature of this matter brought the duel to a climax. Needless to say, the adventurers were already paying attention, but now even Lord Knight and Elena are interested.

It shows that the sword confrontation just now is not simple technically.

Then Roel noticed that Elena sneaked to the betting place, and took out a few decrees to overwhelm the boy at the last minute before the gamble closed.

Regarding the elf's treachery, Roel was both chilled and moved, because he also wanted to suppress it.

But the current situation is that his weapon is not satisfactory, and the child is not weak. The two naughty nobles, the baron and the jazz, put him together.

But the first confrontation failed to win the upper position, so he could only start to wait for the opportunity. When the moonlight shone brightly in front of the castle, the two sharp swords confronted each other.

Roel was listening with his ears instead of watching how the opponent's wrist exerted strength. He wanted to know whether it was the command that made him stronger, or the voice.

He deliberately relaxed his vigilance, showing a posture that was slightly easier to break through, and waited for the report from that bastard Sir.

But no, without the imaginary blade coming, wouldn't he attack?
The young man in front of him was trembling and his posture was ugly. Roel really couldn't understand how he could resist his own attack just now.

Roel was a little more relaxed. After all, the game was too tense and tiring, but at this moment the jazz shouted.

"prick!"

Roel's dead soul was terrified, and he made a move to resist the assassination, but the opposite side suddenly slashed diagonally.

Good guy, let this play misleading!Roel really didn't know how the Sir taught this child, but fortunately, although this child has memorized the fighting method physically, he has no strength.

Roel abruptly pressed the attack back from an angle that was not easy to use, making himself panting. This beautiful attack also made the opponent gain a lot of face. Some people have already started asking the lord if he can take the money he pressed. Bring it back.

Roel was out of breath because of forcefully pushing back the disadvantage. This boy must have gone through a lot of training, but his cowardly character made him use it only when the teacher yelled. I'm afraid it doesn't matter what the guy shouted, he just needs to listen to the sound.

I'm afraid this can be regarded as a psychological obstacle. Should he be sent to the battlefield?

In contrast, Roel felt how much he had deceived Ali Mara...

He was not easy to comment, he just felt that there was no real right or wrong in this matter, and he felt that he couldn't see through the knight.

He licked the corner of his mouth, took out the horn he had customized, it was a beautiful brass horn, and then raised the sword in one hand and the horn in the other.

Lips touched the mouthpiece, and a bright voice sounded, echoing in the night sky, which could not go away for a long time.

The knight curled his lips, took a gulp of wine, and cursed. "Shameless"

At this moment, the sharp blade hit the boy's throat amidst the charging horn, and he couldn't even effectively organize resistance without the encouragement of his teacher.

The lord doesn't care, he has already seen the means of the two strange people he hired, and the manor has paid him back very much.

"Victor, Roel!"

Elena cursed unhappily. "You..." Maybe it was out of consideration for other people, and you didn't scold the short-lived ghost.

"How did you win, my pocket money!"

"My God, Li...Salia..." She wanted to call Lilith, but suddenly she had to change her name to the human goddess she didn't like.

Although Roel always felt that the gentle Goddess of Life was more beautiful than that old aunt.

Roel took down the blade and bowed lightly. "Well played, boy, how long have you been practicing?"

The young man's cheeks were very red, he was actually in such a big limelight, and he chanted tremblingly. "My lord, I have been studying for two months." Looking at his master, Sir Nock again, he praised him without hesitation. "You are a genius, not just because I teach well."

Roel's cheek twitched, what monster?Then he forgot that he had only been in this world for about two and a half months, although Roel had experienced life-and-death battles.

The two quickly returned to their seats, the lord announced the start of the banquet, and various dishes were served. The lord announced that this was Roel's victory, but this duel had already involved about 40 gold coins. The dealer can take at least five of them!
Although the dishes on these two tables are rich, they don’t use spices and sugar very much. It’s only two gold coins, which is earned by the lord, and the adventurers and knights are left as followers?

Roel turned his grief into appetite, picked up a leg of lamb and gnawed on it. As a result, the Jazz next to him went too far, holding the whole suckling pig and biting it like an ogre.

Probably driven by these two commanders, the adventurers cheered and ate vigorously, and the servants who got them kept bringing up the dishes, but the lord didn't care at all, calling the knights to eat and drink.

Because human beings have limits, except for Elena who ate the amount for two people, the other people still let the lord earn money, but considering that Elena spent a lot of decrees, she probably still didn't get back the money.

When supper was over, the lord wiped his hands with a piece of white bread, threw it away, and addressed the soldiers.

"Probably everyone already knows the situation. The adventurer will be commanded by Hero Roel and Sir Nock from now on!"

"Now, the two of you come forward, I want to go to the castle with them to discuss important matters."

Noke wiped his mouth, looking old. "Lady first."

Roel is not a fuel-efficient lamp either. "After all, sir, you still need to digest that piglet, so you can't move it."

The two followed the lord towards the castle, one behind the other. The servant was holding a torch to illuminate the castle at night. The castle was very dark at night.

After crossing the courtyard, the manor, and opening a few more doors, the castle is like a maze. It can be said that the castles of Bretonnian nobles are the size of a university in Roel's world.

After walking down a flight of stairs, the nobleman said.

"The two are not considered knights, which is why I hired you."

"This matter has nothing to do with the dukes and others. The funds and rights are all questioned by King Lawn and should not be spread indiscriminately."

Roel and Nock glanced at each other, and they were sure that the other party had already known about the situation.

The three of them walked down the stairs, patter patter, quiet for a while, and after a long time.

Roel asked in fear. "My lord, why did you go to liberate Wanled?"

The lord scolded. "The lord is immoral. King Lawn ordered me to clean it up. Thanks to the duke's favor, I can't do it head-on."

"A few days ago, when my subordinates went there, there was no news. Now when the knights approach, there are peasants pointing their bows."

"You have seen a lot along the way, and you know what's going on?"

Roel muttered inwardly, and replied. "Don't worry, my lord. I have witnessed what happened. The lord is a chaotic demon follower. He has been killed now, and there is no bones left. It's a pity that the men you sent were killed by the demon. The land has now belonged to the local lord. To the knight, it’s probably because the residents were terrified when they saw the demons, and reacted stressfully.”

The nobleman shook his head and opened an underground door. "Oh, it's a pity that I am a core leader." The lord sighed for a while, as if he had a special relationship with that person, but Roel knew how he would be allowed to do this if he was really a nobleman.

It's just that good and bad thoughts have to be kept in their stomachs, and they can only follow the musty smell underground.

Until in the dark underground, illuminated by light, a monster made of steel raised its head.

Roel looked at the dark muzzle, and it turned out to be one.

Imperial Mortar? !
(End of this chapter)