Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 98

Roel was on top of the horse, hugging the waist of the young girl in front, which was rare in Bretonnia. A young man followed the lady and let her master the leash.

Especially the appearance of this war horse is so good, which makes the team's return rate full immediately.

It was Roel who didn't care about the appearance of other people's discussions, but when he heard about getting married, Ruanfan's evaluation also blushed.

But it was impossible for him to explain to everyone passing by that he was only injured. Although he emphasized that he could ride a horse, he was forced to give up this right.

"Apprentice, I can walk a distance by myself..."

Roel said so, but only saw an elf-style smile on Alimara's small face, like the expression on the wild hunt in spring.

He suddenly realized that this little girl did it on purpose!
He immediately jumped off the horse, and because the horse was not fast, he landed directly without any risk.

"You and Elena have learned too many bad personalities, and if this is the case, I will consider letting you sleep separately."

Miss Alimara just pursed her lips, looking elegant... Roel could only give up his complaints.

ghost!

Under Roel's murderous eyes, they came to their destination, the Brienne River, which watered the Bretonnian lands and parted Carcassonne's mighty river, tumbling into the sea.

Roel's attention was also attracted to it. It may not be as famous as the Riker River, nor as important as the Seine River to Bretonnia, but the Carcassonne Territory has stood up to this day, and it has not died from the greenskin attack before the founding of the country. It is definitely the key .

It is revered by the people of Carcassonne and Brionne, as well as by the people of Quenares, and it is one of the mother rivers of Bretonnia.

At this moment, huge stones were sinking in it, and the curved stone pillars and artificial carvings of the bridge could still be seen, and the most stable bridge bottom pillar stood in the center of the river without any problem.

There are a few villages next to here, all of which are fishing villages, with children playing around on the side of the road.

Roel walked straight to the bank, stepping down a meadow to keep himself from slipping in the mud.

He looked at the stone brick silently in the river, muttering. "How pitiful, Alimara, that she sank and ended up carrying people across the river for hundreds of years."

"But I have never understood why this only road is not maintained by anyone?"

Roel walked to the river, picked up a branch at random, about one meter long, and planted it down on the bank.

The branches were submerged before they barely touched the bottom. If it weren't for the long boat, it would really be impossible to get there, it would be too dangerous.

As a girl, Alimara was more careful. After she got off the horse, she began to observe the broken pier. It was well built and still strong. Although there was a lot of moss, it would not be broken.

That is to say, is the bridge the heaviness lost by the split in the middle?But how could the large pillar that penetrated tens of meters into the river bed break?

The flooding of the river must be a terrible force, but it seems a bit far-fetched that such a large stone bridge will collapse, you know, in Aquitaine they can still prepare things in the rain.

It rained heavily, but not that much.

Roel studied the mud, silt, and silt by the river. It was only about four or five meters up, and it was dry here before reaching the bridge deck. It can even be said that it might still be able to pass people on a rainy day.

Roel scratched his head. His mind is not very bright now, and the sedative herbal medicine has some side effects.

"I might be a little nervous, apprentice, do you think Tal didn't want us to leave and broke the bridge on purpose."

Alimara walked to the river and walked around the dense river grass and answered. "No, Tal will tell you directly, don't go."

"He can't beat around the bush, at least not if he really needs you."

She bent down and fiddled with something in the grass. Roel saw the situation, approached her, and asked.

"What are you looking for?"

Ali Mara replied. "If something was approaching before the bridge collapsed, he probably needed to go through this brush."

"Master, think about it. On a stormy day, the sky is very dark. If you want to avoid being knocked down by mud and rainstorms, you must pass here."

Roel nodded. "It makes sense." He joined the search.

But this piece of grass is dense and almost [-] meters long. It is really tiring for two people to find it.

The reality also gave them a blow. In one morning, there was nothing but mud on their hands.

When they were too tired, Roel raised his head and wiped his sweat. "Let's go to the village to buy something to eat first."

"Look for another hour after eating. If we don't have anything, we probably worry too much."

Alimara washed her fingers with river water and agreed. After all, people are iron and food is steel.

They came to a nearby fishing village, where there were no shopfronts, they had to find a farmhouse and ask if they could share their lunch for a few pennies.

This is a... several families. In fact, Bretonnians have a very straightforward attitude towards childbirth, which is to produce labor.

Bring the eldest son and eldest daughter by themselves, they will take care of the younger brother, and a 6-year-old child can help the family collect firewood, saving a lot of charcoal money.

At the age of 11, he was able to go to the field and help the family get half an acre of land, so at a glance, Roel saw that there were at least four children surrounded by this small courtyard.

Roel took out pennies and tasted the fish soup at the request of the host. The money Roel gave was enough for them to eat such dishes for a day, not to mention that Roel and the others were not badly dressed.

Hosting adventurers is rare in Bretonnia, but they're not resisting either.

When the meal was over, the child still came to Roel's side, chirping and asking him if there were any adventure stories, and then the adults reprimanded him.

"You haven't finished your work today."

Roel made a circle. "Just a little while is fine, though."

He said a little mischievously. "As an adventurer, I will still collect treasures. If you can show me your treasures, I might accept them."

The children were interested, and Roel just wanted to help the good family, give them a few pennies to see them through the winter.

When the children expected to hand over glass shards, pebbles, or messy things, Roel said without even looking at them.

"Three pennies, two pennies, four."

Then his eyes stopped suddenly. "Where did you find this!"

It was the youngest child in the family, holding a fragment of shoulder armor in his hand, and the dark texture still had a rotten feel.

He said tremblingly. "My lord, it's in the grass by the river..."

At this moment, Roel's head shuddered suddenly, because this armor belonged to the black wight!

(End of this chapter)