Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 84

Adventurers are disobedient guys, equivalent to self-starters, even if they are commanded by the lord of Party A, they don't care too much, although they recognize that the two commanders are very strong.

Moreover, the penthouse area where people of different personalities are mixed is also extremely lively. At night, one often hears scolding, for example, that person did not empty the toilet after using it, that person had smelly feet, and that person snored trivially.

In the early morning, Roel's eyes were covered with dark circles, he was under a lot of pressure, and he was quarreled by those bastards all night.

Elena could not line up due to her relationship with the commander, but most adventurers still stood obediently in front of the castle and waited.

Of course, you can't expect them to be honest, some are holding drinks, some are yawning, and some are touching the ass of the person in front of them.

Chirping, like a flock of chicks, Sir Nock didn't bother to care about him, he himself didn't like to be disciplined, he even just took his little apprentice to practice swords, leaving all the responsibility of sorting out the adventurers to Roel .

But this group of guys is so undisciplined, the peasants will be quiet because of the iron hooves of the nobles, they can't even shut up...

The clay figurine was still angry, not to mention that Roel exploded dozens of monster heads if not hundreds. He raised his musket, and there was an empty sound without bullets.

"Shut up for your relatives every day, you chatter every day, wine can't control your mouth, right?"

"Come up if you want to fight, you can use anything, I'll open a hole in your head to see!"

It is quite now…

Roel rubbed his temples, he was rarely angry, but this matter was not only related to Musilon, but also related to King Lawn's plan, but these guys were still like children.

"Now, listen to me clearly." Roel took out the horn and began to throw out his own training, such as a short charge and two long dispersal.

Without basic group formation and cooperation, adventurers cannot form an effective force. They are not required to form an array and never retreat until death, at least they cannot fight on their own like they are now.

The next morning was a long and suffocating practice. The tacit understanding of the 50 people was ridiculously poor. Sometimes some people even couldn't figure out the difference between scattered and assembled horns. Some people are wrong about what they identify.

Why do you look at the protagonists in the farming story by yourself, and a group of people can be used as regular soldiers with casual training, but you can't do it yourself?

Looking at the group of bored adventurers who looked like old men, Roel had a headache. Did his military training in college be seen by the instructors like this?
In this way, until noon, Roel and the adventurers tortured each other until they couldn't stand it, and finally they could only eat lunch in despair.

Roel couldn't help but ask Elena at the dining table. "Sister, do you think my method is wrong?"

Elena complained. "No, there is no discipline on the battlefield, and you are looking for death. Even the elves will let the proud rangers line up, but, to be honest, they don't seem to be interested in lining up."

Roel fiddled with the sausage without appetite, even the fried Bretonnia meat sausage couldn't arouse his desire.

While he was playing the game of two fried eggs and one sausage on the plate, Sir Nock passed by with his favorite roast leg of lamb and brandy. He seemed to have just blackmailed Mr. Chef, so that those poor cooks looked at him All a little scared.

He was still speaking earnestly to his disciples. "We have to fight for everything, money, work, lunch, look how good the lunch of the knights next door is, lamb chops and mashed potatoes!"

The pockmarked kid kept nodding. To be honest, Roel didn't even know his name. Although he seemed to have great potential, this character was indeed a big trouble.

Sir Nock deliberately sat next to Roel, flirting with Elena. "Oh, pretty lady, are you interested in tasting lamb chops with me instead of..." He glanced at Roel's "masterpiece".

"Instead of sitting in a daze with idiots playing with food."

He sat next to Roel, took a bite of the lamb chop, and the juice jumped out and stuck to Roel's face.

"Damn, do you have a good appearance! Are you really a nobleman?" Roel cursed, although he was playing with his own lunch, but the other side was really outrageous.

The pock-marked boy also apologized submissively. "My lord, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the teacher is a little informal."

Sir Nock took a big bite of meat, chewed and cast a charming look at Elena, making people wonder if he was a dwarf.

Roel couldn't bear it anymore, he cursed. "I've been preparing all kinds of things all morning, and you, you're a hooligan."

Sir Nock nodded. "So..." He swallowed the meat. "You don't understand your hooligans, I understand."

Roel cursed. "You know, you know a bitch, you bitch, the orcs in Orka Mountain are better than you..."

Sir Nock listened with interest, and then replied. "Listen up, planer, I don't know what you have experienced and what you have faced, but I know very well that you are not suitable for this."

"Look at it," he called, standing up, lamb chops in one hand. "Hey guys, know what I'm doing this morning?"

The adventurers didn't want to talk to him while they were eating, but some good people still asked him. "What's wrong, did you date the lord's woman!?"

Jazz yelled. "Go to nmd, it's better than that!" His greasy paws pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket. "You people who don't know how to read, listen up."

"I, Lord of Northent, Baron of Bretonnia, Knight of the Kingdom, swear by the gods, Aquitaine, Brionne, Robbers, greenskins, and wild beasts, I declare, I am the king of the peoples of Barton. Be safe, kill a green skin for five pennies, kill a beastman for three, and kill a robber for two!"

The adventurers looked at each other, then suddenly shouted. "Oh, praise my Lord!"

Jazz put his foot on the dining table and yelled. "Brothers, after eating, go make some money!"

Looking at the light in the eyes of the adventurers in front of him, Roel curled his lips. "Fuck."

But he said all kinds of foul words today, and he really relaxed a lot, and...

The guy who works with me is not a useless piece of trash.

Roel rubbed his shoulders, adding another size to the group of idiots. "It's so annoying, let's stop training in the future, the one who killed the most today, I will buy him a bottle of "Polderot Special"!"

Polderott is a fine Bretonnian wine that costs a guinea a bottle!
The adventurers shouted. "Oh, praise to the hero Roel!"

They are that simple.

Roel really wondered if he brought a group of green skins...

(End of this chapter)