Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 95 Sir Nock
The words "Come in" contained courage, and he was also prepared for the various situations that his apprentice might explode in his imagination, anger, disgust, or indifference.

But in the end, the door didn't open, and Alimara had always been a sensible child, although it was often forgotten that she was Roel's age.

"Sorry, master, I'm here to apologize."

She didn't open the door, but just talked through the not-so-thick wooden door. "Because I'm too weak, you're worried. During your rest period, I hope to train with Sir Nock."

After speaking, Roel waited for a long time before shouting. "Don't be so nice! I feel even more guilty!" Only to find that there was no one answering at the door.

The children in Bretonnia probably have no childhood. Most farmers judge whether their children can work, not what they have learned, but whether they can speak and hold things.

Six years old, this sounding immature age is the time when the Bretonnians entered the farmland or training ground, which is why Roel II's life may not be matured by them too much except for knowledge.

This child is too sensible, so sensible makes people sad.

Roel picked up a citrus and ate it, and made up his mind to talk to Alimara sometime.

He always wanted to maintain the appearance of a parent and replace her lost relatives, but to be honest, the effect was as bad as death.

He is just a young man, no matter how reliable and sophisticated he looks, in fact, Elena may be more like Miss Alimara's relatives since the beginning of the journey.

After thinking too much, a headache came to his head. Roel lay on the not-so-good wooden bed, closed his eyes and rested after eating the citrus.

Looking at the sunlight from the window, there was a muffled horn sounding in the courtyard, and the adventurers formed various square teams, rehearsing continuously under the order of Jazz.

Jazz is a very experienced teacher, and his accomplishments in fishing are even more amazing. He found a chair, crossed his legs, and looked like a black boss.

Roel would not be like this, he would care about empathizing with his subordinates and strengthening their feelings, but for the Bretonnians, it is normal for the command to look the same as the Jazz.

High, noble, powerful, and wise.

If Roel got them to work with his wit and that somewhat "cute" innocence, or charisma, then Jazz is probably a complete personal force.

His strength is as amazing as that of any knight. As long as you see how he cuts the neck of the beast by his side, you will not have disobedient thoughts against him.

But today, Jazz's throat is not very friendly. Every time he blows the horn, he needs to give instructions to his apprentices on sword practice.

He held a branch in his hand, which was so long that it was guaranteed to be like a whip, and it could crackle when it hit someone.

"Come on!" He shouted, the young man almost instinctively performed beautiful swordsmanship, and Ryan was almost impeccable.

But the Jazz are still not satisfied. "It's too slow!" Gan Zhi slapped him on the buttocks, and the adventurers who watched were also trembling, because the Jazz was so powerful that even those who could use giant swords were not easy to use.

Ryan's butt can be said to have been tempered a lot, if an ordinary person comes to it, it will become weak and numb.

"What are you looking at?!" Jazz scolded the adventurers and blew the horn again. "Woo~!"

Seeing the idlers in front of him being ordered by him, Jazz loved this life-saving horn more and more, and he didn't want to return it to Roel!

Even so, the progress of the training is still not fast. Whether it is an adventurer or his own students, it is still immature to really go to the battlefield.

He operated on the chair with both hands and feet. It is not impossible to say that he was not impressed by Roel's training.

But from the bottom of his heart, he still wanted to ensure the individuality of the adventurers instead of training a group of noble guards.

Sir Nock is such a complicated person, he is not only a knight, but also a carefree adventurer, and even a rogue.

He may become a noble Grail Knight, but at this stage of his life, he is at best a prodigal son.

He took out the wine from his pocket to moisten his throat, so as not to cry out for dehydration today, Bretonnian wine has very little alcohol, and he once drank dwarven stuff, as if his stomach was on fire.

After that, he drank this stuff and it was almost the same as water.

When the leather bag dried up, he missed the silver wine glass at home again. Drinking from this thing really smells like leather and urine.

Before he could tell the difference between wine and ale, suddenly a white arm was put on his shoulder, and the knight looked sideways, showing the resolute expression of the knights.

"Miss Alimara, ma'am, what are you doing?"

Except for his mother, Jazz probably didn't remember the name of a lady so clearly in his life, because in his life, women were probably similar to those with heavy makeup in pubs.

But Jazz still evaluates in his heart that Alimara is more suitable to be born in a noble family.

Even her experience made her so resolute and sensible.

And Alimara looked at Jazz and read seriously. "Please teach me swordsmanship!"

(End of this chapter)