Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 93 Master and Disciple

At the moment in Nostern Castle, the doctor was evaluating Roel's condition, and quickly judged it as a concussion, which is very common in knight duels in Bretonnia.

Calming herbs and… three days of enemas were arranged.

In Bretonnia, people believed that cleaning up the impurities in the body can speed up the body's self-healing ability, and then the doctor walked out of the room under Roel's murderous gaze.

The lord also promised to give him a seven-day vacation without having to manage the team of adventurers.

Elena was leaning against the wall of the room right now, peeling the oranges brought by the lord.

Fruit has fructose and fluids that help the sick, and it makes sense in that world.

When Roel was excited to be fed by the elf girl, Elena ate the whole orange in one gulp...

Roel's head, which had just recovered, ached again. "Do you wood elves eat like this?!"

Elena pouted. "No, I only found this one to be very sweet and ate it."

Roel frowned. He never liked the poisonous tongue attribute, and he was not a guy with special interests.

Fortunately, after taking medicine and resting, he has almost recovered, and his head is better. Roel sat on the bed and began to peel oranges and eat them.

At this moment he thought of the note by the bed again. "Elena, help me take a look."

Elena scolded. "Why, don't you know all the Aurora characters?"

Roel's cheek twitched. "My merciful and merciful lady Elena, can you translate it for me, a poor illiterate farmer?"

Elena raised her head and took away the crumpled piece of paper.

to Roel.

Stupid farmer, I'm going to Brionne, I promise you the wine, Bordeaux special, I'll get it for you.

Sir Nock stays.

Roel was surprised. "That's not right, you are number one, why do you give me wine?"

Elena was slightly dissatisfied. "He said that you trained the adventurers, and the horn is also yours, so you killed those wolf cavalry."

Roel could see Elena's dissatisfaction. "Isn't this staining your light, wait for Sir Nock to bring the wine, let's taste it together."

Only then was Elena satisfied, and she left the room, and she had probably been here for a long time, because the upholstered chair had taken on the shape of an elf's buttocks.

Roel turned his head to look at the window because he couldn't get his blood rolling, and his eyes shot out from the castle. His eyes were sharp, and he didn't see the slightest sense of fatigue or sickness. In the territory, people were farming.

Peace and ease spread throughout the realm, and Roel almost died, but he was still not afraid. After all, when he came to the world of Warhammer, only the god of death, Moore, was closest to him.

He is no longer afraid of hot lead or cold iron, blood or juice. From the first day he chose to watch the night, fate has surrounded him.

"Tal, protect me..."

"Did you gather them around me?"

No matter whether you are a traverser or not, you will gradually become superstitious in the long war and danger, not to mention that this world is too far away from the once comfortable and peaceful world.

Without Tal's blessing, Roel did not believe that he could live so long.

He suddenly discovered that the adventurers who had disobeyed him before were actually in the courtyard at this moment... training?
"Three short!" "Two long!" "One short and one long!" An adventurer in front of the team ordered them with his voice, which made Roel very angry.

The purpose of the training is to get them used to the sound of the horn, so why wait?
He covered his head and got out of bed tremblingly. God knows how long he had been lying down, his legs were a little weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

But this kind of weakness made him feel that he was still alive.

Ringing in the ears, dizziness, and a little auditory hallucinations, but he survived the orc attack.

This group of brats need a commander!

When the servants saw Roel who came in lying down today and came out standing up, his expression could only be described as incomprehensibly surprised. After all, in their eyes, it would take ten and a half months for those who came back from lying down to stand up.

But Roel didn't have time to take care of them. When he walked to the courtyard and leaned on the fence to approach the adventurers, those people all cast approving glances.

Adventurers are like this, Roel is the one who saved them, this kind of kindness is endless!
Roel was immediately surrounded by several young adventurers who wanted to help him up, but Roel slapped them away and asked again.

"Where is the horn? How do you train like this? The horn is the key. You need to listen to its orders."

The leader who trained those adventurers with his voice said to Roel. "My lord, it is in the hands of Lord Nock. Nock has gone to the city of Brionne today, and has been away for half a day."

Roel rubbed his head, the feeling of drowsiness made him uncomfortable.

He sat down by the camp again and spoke to them. "Then maintain the equipment first, and practice after Jazz comes back!"

The adventurers answered in unison. "yes!"

At this moment, they already unconsciously have the temperament of a regular army, although only a little bit, although it is only because of the kindness of saving lives.

They waited a long time, until a small caravan rose above the horizon of the plain.

Um?How does this look so much like your own caravan?
(End of this chapter)