Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 86 The Polderot Confession
The rescued caravan didn't thank them, and they didn't dare to stop. They were still afraid of this unknown army and ran away in confusion.

Only the body of the Beastman lying down in the forest and the red-stained land prove the tragedy that happened here.

When the bloody heads were shaved off one by one, dripping with dark red liquid, some were connected to pipes, and some had white ridges, it was generally possible to see what weapons his people used, or whether they had a knife.

Even though it was physical labor and there was no water to wash hands after it was done, the adventurers still enjoyed it.

When the heads were all taken off, some of the adventurers were adjusting the bowstrings, some were drying the blades, and began to prepare for the next slaughter.

But because most people are illiterate, they are very divided on how to keep track of how much a person kills.

Some people think that the head should be hung on the body.

Some people say that ears or horns should be cut off.

And it added an actual case to Roel's Barto and Norsca homology theory.

The final job of counting fell on the nobleman Jazz. It was probably to find a piece of paper to write his name on, and then draw a few horizontal lines. The number of horizontal lines was as many as he killed. The Jazz didn't bother to keep it, so he gave it to the adventurer himself after writing.

Roel thought they would definitely add a few more strokes, and wrote Chinese characters on it.

One, two, three and so on.

Sir Nork couldn't help asking. "What you wrote is Raoshizi, which is square and square, like a rune."

Roel found an opportunity and joked again. "Is there anything you don't know, my lord?"

The small commotion here attracted Elena to come to watch, but she didn't quite understand the one, two, three. "Dwarven runes?"

Roel pouted. "I have no experience, this is the counting method I learned from the port and the people of Cathay."

"This is 1, this is 2, and so on to ten."

In short, with Roel's numbers as a base, adventurers should not use their brains.

But some people will think that this is a bluff, and Roel is writing numbers that no one knows on those papers one by one.

Suddenly Roel was writing and seeing a densely packed horizontal line, his heart felt cold...

Counting for a long time, thinking, how to write 39... I rely on 39? !
Roel frowned, looking at the number in a daze, and then hurriedly asked Nock. "39? There are only more than 200 beasts in total. Who is this?"

Elena pouted when she heard it. "Why, do you think I killed too few?"

Roel immediately felt relieved. "No, I'm just afraid that the fine wine offered by Polderott will fall into the hands of outsiders."

39, definitely no problem, he didn't believe anyone could kill more than this.

It is almost 5 decrees and almost six, and it is enough to buy a warhammer!

"Here, my lady, yours." Roel handed over the paper respectfully, and Elena nodded in satisfaction. Although she hadn't thought about what she needed to buy, although she didn't like short-lived things, she always had reserves. It is good.

Roel believed that today's money would be painted on his sister, and the movement of writing numbers accelerated.

But he immediately found that there were only 2-3 horizontal lines on the remaining paper...

Even if Elena killed so many, there should be 4-5 horizontal ones left?

In this case, a person takes 6p, which is almost equivalent to 12 pieces of black bread, or a bag of beans, or a pub sausage meal, plus wine.

To say too much, to say less, is an embarrassing position for farmers with huge sums of money.

Will taking such a small amount of money for the first team building affect their enthusiasm?

Roel originally estimated that it would be at least 12 pence per person, that is, a few days of food, which is not too much sweetness.

Roel suddenly felt the inexplicable sadness of the middle management... It is really difficult to plan the event well.

Just when Roel was wondering, a stuff that was densely packed into a whole page was handed over.

said Sir Nannock, laughing. "Mine, don't count, it's exactly 50, let me be considerate, I'll kill the whole one for you."

Roel scolded. "I f*ck you f*ck."

Doesn't it mean that this guy understands the big picture?Really just kill with all your strength, don't you want to let your subordinates enjoy the sweetness?

Seeing that Roel was very angry, Sir nodded. "When will my wine be served, sir?"

He seemed to be ordering the boy in the tavern, which made Roel feel bad for a while, so you are not kind, I am not righteous!

He yelled, "Brothers, let me figure it out, everyone hasn't earned enough this time, how about we continue? There is still a long time in the afternoon!"

The adventurers were indeed not satisfied, and two Beastmen were equivalent to their dinner, even though this dinner was quite a luxury for farmers.

Sir's cheek twitched. "What's the matter... You don't think you can come from behind? Or do you think that lady killed me?"

"I also heard that Orc Mountain orcs are infested nearby. Have you ever seen them, Bordello?"

When Elena heard the provocative words, she made a face again and again, and then stood and rested by the tree.

Roel just pointed to his chest and said. "No, it's me against you this time, and I'll let you have 50 beastmen, fine wine, you don't want to drink it today."

Sir Nock licked his lips. He found it very interesting, especially when he met Roel, he had a lot of fun.

But this guy's understanding of Roel was still in the duel that night, so he felt that the opponent was just a powerful spearman and hunter. How could he clean up the battlefield as quickly as his giant sword?

And Roel just sorted out the bombs in his pocket silently.

(End of this chapter)