Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 78 The Duke of Brionne
Roel left the blacksmith shop and went to a tailor shop. He bought decent clothes, but farmers couldn't dye their clothes. In Bretonnia, farmers could go to the execution ground if they wore brightly colored clothes.

It doesn't matter to Roel, he even bought clothes just to make the adventurers think that he is not a farmer, but a man with some money.

He didn't want to escape his peasant identity, but to try to be perfect, perfect like...Ron or Karl, who could command the perfect army and protect one side.

Roel has completely let go of his previous desire to become a nobleman, and he has also completely abandoned his desire to lie flat. This is not contradictory. He now only wants to become a figure enough to be called a legend in the world of Warhammer, where even the gods cannot survive. .

Whether it is a farmer or an aristocrat, they are just a drop in the ocean in this story of a world full of turbulent waves.

He wants to be a ship, able to leave with those who depend on him, and he wants to become an ark, with hope, to live to the age of Sigmar.

But now, he still has a headache for a lunatic mage of Musilon. Roel hates his human body and his ignorance. Whether it is a time traveler or a human being, they are too weak.

But he is also timid, he dare not rely on the eight winds, let alone touch the four gods, and his own system...

too slow!
But he kept everything in his heart and calmly asked the tailor shop owner. "Boss, what do you think of the lord of Fort Nostern?"

The boss often receives all kinds of customers, and the store has been open for a long time. Brionne is not big, and he can answer fluently after thinking for a while.

"He is a kingdom knight who came in recent years. Some people say that he is a baron sent by King Lawn, but there are also rumors that he is actually from Lyonis."

"He might be planning something."

"But guest, no matter what, I don't recommend you to inquire too much. For example, there are rumors that this lord is planning to touch the castle of the dead that was cursed decades ago, and some people say that he is planning to make an oppressed village independent."

The tailor looked terrified, after all the legends about the castle of the undead had spread all over the streets and alleys.

Roel couldn't help complaining in his heart, the rumors about Bretonnia were probably true, and it could be seen that this incident probably had something to do with the lord's vanity, maybe he himself spit it out on the wine table...

The brains of that group of knights were good and bad. When they were smart, they could frighten any race in the world. When they were short-circuited, they could blow out big things.

"Thank you boss." Roel politely took out a few pennies as a tip and walked out of the shop.

He started to figure out how much money he had spent. In addition to the purchases in the city today, plus Elena and the others’ expenses, he killed another two gold coins.

For the first time, Roel felt that the golden crown was so wasteful. He just added gunpowder, bought clothes, ordered some things, bought enough dry food for two weeks, and a dessert.

Now there are 175 gold coins left, so I have to save them. Roel has heard that the shepherds need six decrees a week!

In other words, it took almost two gold coins to hire him for a month, and Roel must have hired him for a month, and his huge sum of money could not even form a large shepherd troop.

As long as the word army is involved, money doesn't seem to be money anymore.

But... Roel held up a bag of white granular crystals he bought, well, it's not that the golden crown is useless, but that this thing is too precious.

granulated sugar…

Roel didn't buy this for cooking, although it can indeed cook, but most of the Batonian popian pastries are made of corn sugar or something, which is cheaper, and the taste is made of almond milk, that is, almonds The juice imitates milk.

And granulated sugar is almost a delicacy that the lord needs to consider using. There is not much place to grow sugar cane in Bretonnia.

Roel felt distressed when he thought that Bai Shasha's gold would be mixed into his gunpowder to increase its power. Anyway, even the Imperials couldn't do such a thing.

Sugar is very good on the battlefield as a source of energy and as a morale booster. It is much better for soldiers to eat than to send it into gunpowder.

And this method is not suitable for use on firearms, it can only be used on bombs, but it is enough.

In fact, Moore's belief, Ulric's belief, the 5 points of attack power provided by the characteristics, and the frightening undead provided by the battle flag, as long as they don't encounter monsters of the level of the blood knight, Roel should be able to deal with them.

But how could there be blood knights? There might not be more than [-] blood knights in the entire Old Continent?

I should burn incense if I can meet it myself!
Roel stopped thinking about it, looked at the gold coins missing in his pocket, and then figured out how to save money.

Sometimes he didn't really need to economize, but Roel saw it as a pleasure, his personal pleasure.

Sadly, in the Warhammer world, only this small interest lasts.

In the afternoon, he went to pick up the order from the blacksmith shop. Although there are few blacksmiths here, the skills are good. The copper horn is not only highly finished, but also carved patterns around it, and installed a cushion on the mouthpiece. He tried it. , the voice is high pitched and bright.

The light, brightness, and sharpness of the remaining bayonet are very good, and it can be easily worn on the muzzle of the gun.

Well, it looks familiar to him, like the sword of the masked man who assassinated the lord that night...

"Grandpa, have you ever made a dagger?"

Roel asked subconsciously, and the blacksmith started rubbing his beard abnormally. "No, the knight doesn't like that thing, what's the matter?"

In Roel's eyes, this matter is already self-inflicted. He really wants to know which lord built that weapon, but his reason makes him suppress his curiosity.

Don't overdo it!

Pressing his inner desire to explore, Roel walked out of the narrow path. After changing his clothes, his aura was integrated with the city of Brionne. At this moment, the duke's patrol team happened to pass by.

At this moment, all the people are prostrate, peasants, and city dwellers are lying on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, making Roel particularly conspicuous.

Several kingdom knights were neatly dressed, with bright helmets and horseshoes. They lined up in left and right echelons, surrounding the Duke. The Duke was wearing a giant axe. He was not young, but he was holding a small book.

"What you want, what I want..."

That's right, the Duke of Brionne is also a well-known bard. He glanced at Roel at this moment and saw that he was carrying a pitchfork, but he was full of energy, not inferior to a knight.

The lord's eyes lit up. "Okay, okay, okay." He said silently. "Azaleas bloom in the mud, and farmers give birth to Haoerlang."

"Come on, award."

The knight next to him took out his pocket and threw two decrees at Roel...

Roel looked at the two shiny silver coins on the ground, and cursed inwardly, md looks down on me?

Mouth talking. "Thank you, duke." Then he picked up the silver coin, wiped it casually, and made it an extra meal for tonight.

(End of this chapter)