Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 83 We Are All "Grey Gloves"

Cannon, Lawn, the nature of this matter has changed, at least Roel now knows who his real boss is.

The Baron rubbed his hands, perhaps from excitement, or perhaps from the coldness of the winter cellar. "There are three more artillery pieces that will come from Marienburg's sea route, which is the best commercial port in the empire."

"They pass through the port of Bordeaux and land there, and our current task is to wait and maintain the nearby commercial roads."

"Other lords may not like you passing through their territory. When someone asks, they will show my family crest." The lord took out the badge and gave it to the two of them.

Then he said something earnestly. "Some things are not as serious as a few golden crowns, but when it comes to the stage, the three of us together can't suppress it, understand?"

Roel quickly digested the large amount of information in the words. First of all, the artillery can only be produced by Aldorf, the capital of the empire, and Nun, who is at the top of the empire's technology. This mortar is obviously not dwarf technology.

In other words, King Raun made a deal with a certain high-level empire, and the man who is equal to King Raun must be Emperor Karl.

I'm afraid the Rick Guard Knight will be riding a few Barto horses in a few days!

Then this matter will go through the road of Pordereau, and after entering the land, go to Aquitaine and Brionne, that is, the dukes of these three places have all agreed to this matter.

Use artillery in the interior of Bretonnia, establish diplomatic relations with the Empire, retake the territory, and once again suppress the death power of Musilon.

King Lawn is a smart man. He may have been planning this for a long time, but there must be opponents as well as supporters. The situation in the major duchies of Bretonnia may have split.

The lord didn't say a word of nonsense!This is implying that we express our position, throwing out the statement of the king's order at the beginning, that is, asking us not to say more.

Roel immediately knelt down on one knee and said with an oath. "I will keep my mouth shut about what I have seen and heard today."

"As a Bordeaux, I must serve the Duke and the King."

Sir Nock was not a fool, and knelt down. "Sir Quinnalis, Nock, obeys the order and swears to complete the task and serve the lady."

The Baron nodded in satisfaction. "When we are successful, famous and profitable, our promises will be fulfilled."

When the three walked out of the castle, Roel was still digesting the huge amount of information. Does the Sir's statement represent the attitude of the Duke of Quinnaris?
Or is it just a personal name, so how many nobles are on my side in this matter?

Roel immediately put aside his messy thoughts. To put it bluntly, his job is gray, something that cannot be known by the public.

The fact that the king bought cannons to take back the land was enough to shock the fairies in the lake in Bretonnia, which worshiped chivalry!

Even if the matter is exposed, I can't say a word, I am afraid that the lord's selection of the so-called commander is based on this person's judgment on the overall situation!
The artillery was bought by the lord, the plan was written by the adventurer commander, and it has nothing to do with any duke.

Roel looked at Nock and the baron lord. They were regarded as grasshoppers on the same rope this time, but if the incident was revealed and they were guilty, it would be fine if the matter was completed. If they were interrogated, they might be silenced.

The king's honor is a priceless thing!Roel wanted to take out all the things he heard in his ears at this moment.

Good job, not to mention success and fame, fulfilling the promise is not a bad reward, if it fails, it means retreat, but if this matter is revealed, all three of them will be beheaded.

But the problems caused by concealing other commanders will definitely be bigger, and it would be devastating for the people leading the team to have doubts. This lord actually designed a special test for this, and at this moment he threw out rewards and King Lawn, one sweet date and one The big stick held them both together.

md, dead nobleman!

Although Roel was smiling on the surface, he had already greeted the whole Baron's family in his heart.

There are not many rooms in the castle, well, in fact, he does not want peasant adventurers to live in his noble castle, the baron arranged a lot of newly built huts to accommodate those drunken alcoholics.

Here Roel also saw that the baron was probably not a local, because the local nobles definitely couldn't bear such an ugly hut to be built next to his castle.

The two conductors and their companions were all arranged in a serious room in the castle.

After all, apart from the difference in status, they still have the attribute of "colleague".

It can be said that such an arrangement has the taste of monitoring the two of them, because this matter can directly affect the political structure of Bretonnia.

Roel also looked sad because of this, Sir Nock saw it and said.

"You guy, are you really a Bretonnian?" He took out the wine and gulped it down recklessly, with a stubble still on his mouth.

After taking a sip of wine, he took a nap. "While looking at your expression along the way, you are thinking wildly. Do whatever you have to do, and do as much as you can. This is Barto's spirit."

Roel really envied that he could be so big, whether it was his attitude towards his apprentice or his attitude towards this matter.

But he did not appreciate such an attitude. "You bastard, you were killed by green skins because of your recklessness that day, don't cry in the palace of the goddess of the lake!"

Ser Nork took a break and led the pockmarked boy to the castle room. "Thank you for the good words, and worry about the farmers."

Elena saw two people coming out early. She didn't like crowded places, and she didn't go to the shed area with the big troops. She just took a pickled chicken leg for her third dinner today. She really wasn't a mixed-race Is it a demon or an elf?

When she saw Roel and Nock come out, she listened to the conversation for a while, and said with interest. "Since when did your relationship get so good?"

Roel frowned, did the elf have some misunderstanding about the word "good relationship"?
(End of this chapter)