Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 9 new members?I almost killed him!
Roel stepped back immediately. "Listen, girl, you don't need this, really."

He has tried his best to calm down the elf girl with all his words. If anyone else is here, they will definitely marvel at how he dodged so many stabs from the stalker. Even though she is furious and reckless at this moment, her movements are faster than humans.

But Roel was exhausted very quickly, and he was constantly brainstorming in his head during this time, and he quickly thought of a way to break the situation.

Change the subject!

he spoke. "Don't forget the Yasur blood, they are the enemies of my people.

Don't forget the cousins ​​Druzzi, they are the enemies of my clan. "

Elena froze for a moment, this is what parents and children often say before the wood elves can speak.

These two words are by no means what human farmers should know, and judging from Roel's performance when he signed his name on the contract and the fact that he often asked multiple people to speak the content of the contract separately.

This guy can't even read!

"how do you know?"

Roel suddenly pressed his fingers against her lips affectionately, and said something soft and mysterious. "Everyone has secrets, don't they? You tell me why you left the forest and I'll tell you why I know about your bad cousin"

But he forgot that he was smashing gunpowder just now!
There was nothing romantic about leaving a mark on her mouth with her fingers, Elena covered her mouth and kept wiping it. "Lilith, it smells like bird droppings, do I want to see the Pale Queen?!"

Roel raised his hand and sniffed it, and almost didn't spit it out. The saltpeter made by the ancient method is still very good.

Roel handed over all the gunpowder made from elven charcoal to Elena, and the matter was left alone.

Everyone has a secret, and Elena just asked for the address of Roel's gunpowder store.

"Room 69, No. 87, Bodero City, Kenio Alchemy Store!"

"Remember to bring me some sulfur and saltpeter, those things for you are not cheap."

In fact, such stores are managed by lords. There is not much money in the store, and the only valuable thing is the materials inside.

But Elena just wanted to take revenge and take back the wood from the forest in her hometown for burial.

The Stalker came and went without a trace, only her figure fell like a leaf, and no one could catch her, at least not humans, especially in such a complicated environment as Bordello.

Rather than worrying about Elena, Roel needs to hunt some prey to fill his stomach, deer or some jackals, tigers and leopards, so as to ensure that he will not die of hunger this afternoon.

Eat a piece of black bread brought from home, walk into the dense forest in the south, find a clearing, pray to Tal, put the muskets in the forest, let the abundance and lunch come together.

The wind blows the leaves rustling, Roel hides in the bushes, he has an afternoon, and the bread he brought out has been eaten, even if it is not good, it is worth nostalgia for now.

"It's a deer, it's a deer, I want to eat roasted venison." Roel muttered softly after waiting idly. At this moment, the grass was rustling in the distance. No matter what, he wanted to shoot and eat it.

A leg stepped out of the grass, firearms were fired, thunder echoed in the dense forest, and the branches and leaves of the bushes fell from the violent attack.

But the projectile missed because at the last moment Roel discovered that it was a leg in trousers.

"Hey! Where are you doing?!"

He was a little flustered, the dinner was ruined, no wonder he had waited so long and no creature passed by.

And the man was also very frightened, he raised his hand, and his package fell on the ground, he looked a bit strange, skinny, but not hungry, more like a zombie or a skeleton, and he was thick and heavy, with a score of 1.9 rice.

Roel even wondered if he had encountered a necromancer, but he spoke instead. "Don't shoot! I'm here to apply for the lighthouse night watchman!"

To be honest, Roel was considered tall among farmers, just over 1.8 meters, but he looked short beside him, with pale skin and sunken eye sockets.

He said that his name was Eustabe, and he was an adventurer from Le Angoulang. He was recommended to find a job. Roel considered all kinds of human mutations caused by the pollution of Musilon's necromancer. All kinds, no longer surprised.

In fact, there are indeed four rooms in the night watchman's hut. It is not difficult to imagine that there should be a group of two people watching the night.

But Roel doesn't want to believe him for the time being, and he still has a headache about what to eat for dinner. "You've spoiled my hunt, sir, and I've had no supper!"

Eustabe looked smug. "No way, I've always been attracted to small animals, like swamp crocodiles or mutated man-eating giant frogs."

"They will pounce on me when they see me, so it's definitely not me who took away your prey, but you scared me!"

As expected of Bretonnia with its simple folk customs... Roel said, "I am a lighthouse night watchman, so if you invite me to dinner, we will write it off."

"Don't worry about so many boring things, such as whether you hindered me from hunting or I almost killed you."

The burly man thought for a moment. "Yes, but I can only buy you food for fivepence."

Quite a lot!Roel was overjoyed, and the two of them went to a tavern in a nearby village together. In this way, Roel got dinner, a piece of garlic-baked snails, two pieces of bread and a bottle of bad beer, not to mention the taste. As good as Bretonnian wine is, as bad as beer is.

And Eustabe got a lot of information about the night watch of the lighthouse, such as what to expect at night.

Satisfied with wine and food, Roel recalled the soft taste of snails. He didn't like this kind of food at first, but the memory of this body merged with him, and many habits were inherited.

What's more, Roel found that this newcomer was not bad, and he would help the farmers move things, although he would habitually use rough spoken language to the merchants who opened the shop, and he explained that he was collecting protection fees in his hometown.

But everyone has a bad past, right?
When the night came, they also returned to the lighthouse full of wine and food. Obviously, the monks knew that the new members were coming and prepared the room.

Elena took two bags of things, threw them to Roel, and then worshiped a small grave bag.

Roel could never understand why they liked trees so much. He unwrapped the package, and inside was about five catties of saltpeter and three catties of sulfur.

"Thanks, by the way, this time I will take the newcomers to see the first half of the night."

"You don't like being around people, do you?"

Elena looked at Eustabe's zombie face, and said disgustedly. "Is the short-lived ghost queen an undead? This job is becoming more and more disgusting."

Roel sighed and said to Eustabe. "Just get used to it, she's pretty nice."

"Remember, wait for you to be in front, protect me, and see how I perform next."

　Yasur (High Precision)
　　Drucci (Dark Elf)

　　Green Chaos (Oxygen)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)