Chapter 10 The Threat of Musilon

On the way to the outpost, Roel was still in the mood to joke with the newcomers. After all, he survived yesterday alone, let alone someone this time. Although his expression should have joined the enemy camp.

"Estabe, fierce man, how did you get here across the entire Mousilon by yourself? Le Angoulan is not close, or are you walking through the Ardennes Forest?"

Roel wiped the muzzle of his gun. He was really curious. After all, this was the Warhammer world. There were monsters several meters long in the river in front of them!

Eustabe thought for a while before answering. "Of course, the journey was difficult and painful, but it pales in comparison to what I suffered in my hometown. There are too many businessmen in Le Angoulan, and they will even sell their own things."

, especially my family, their obsession with business gives me goosebumps all over my body.”

"I'm allergic to those things."

Roel stopped wiping his gun and asked tentatively, "You don't like doing business? I thought everyone born in Le Angoulan is related to businessmen. By the way, does your Duke often go to the beach?"

The Duke of Bordeaux likes to travel to the sea very much, and he stays away for months at a time."

Eustabe nodded repeatedly. "Yes, Duke Torek likes the sea very much and can't put it down."

A moment later, the back of Ostabe's head was pressed against the barrel of a gun.

"You are not from Le Angoulan at all. I often wander around the port and listen to the merchants passing by talking about how to do business, so that I have wanted to go to Le Angoulan for a while."

"What's more, in addition to merchants, there is a lot of cultivated land, just like Bordeaux, there are fishing villages and farmers. You may have confused it with Marienburg, and Duke Torek has not been near the seaside for almost 20 years!"

"He was on his way from Le Angoulan, and I was starving to death, so I could only..."

Seeing that the situation could not be silenced at this moment, and that the opponent was smart and clever, and might be able to cooperate in the future, Eustabe immediately raised his hand. "That's enough, I surrender!"

He instinctively couldn't help but blink, and was knocked to the ground by a heavy punch. Of course, there was a reason why he didn't want to actually shoot, but no matter what, the opponent was obviously more accustomed to fighting than he was.

Eustabe nodded and made a gesture to calm Roel down.

"And the lord has been dead for many years. The entire territory belongs to her, and she covers the sky with only one hand."

"She is a necromancer and uses death spells to extract the blood of babies to extend her youth."

"Yes, I am not from Le Angouran, I am a resident of Musilon. The name did not deceive you."

"Why did you lie? Give me a reason, otherwise your brain will explode!"

The punch was frighteningly heavy, and with the tiger finger on his finger, Roel was beaten to pieces with one punch, causing the rifle to fall from his hand and fall to the ground.

Roel cursed in disgust. "Forget the polite words, if I shoot here, you will be discovered by my companions immediately. This is not far from the lighthouse!"

Eustabe was also startled, and then looked at Roel with a hint of admiration. After all, there were too few farmers in Bretonnia who could be so calm.

Eustabe immediately raised his hand. At this moment, he had a torch in his left hand and a finger tiger in his right hand. On the dark path, his fingers were slightly tilted, and the metal finger tiger flashed and pierced Roel.

s eyes.

"In order to escape punishment for her, I quickly escaped from Musilon's territory and lived a hard life in the nearby swamps until I discovered an adventurer who came here to become a night watchman some time ago."

At this moment, Roel's head finally became clearer, and he saw the man's finger hitting him, and he quickly turned sideways to avoid it. The fist was embedded in the earth with such force that the wet soil made a muffled sound.

Roel was also stunned, surprised that the other person was so straightforward. "Take off the finger tiger and put down the backpack!"

Eustabe rubbed his fists and looked regretfully at Roel, whose cheeks were swollen. "You are a very nice person, and I like you quite a lot, but it is not good to be too smart."

"Now, please disappear quickly!"

Seeing that he couldn't crush him, Roel could only cover his face and get up and find a stone to sit on. "Say."

"you…"

Roel immediately crawled to pick up the rifle, but his body was shaking because of the pain, and there was no guarantee of hitting a vital point. He just barely raised the gun and pointed it at the giant man in front of him.

"I was a farmer from Mousilon until I discovered at work the secret of Nicolette, the mistress of Wasseman."

"You are a born adventurer."

Eustabe rubbed his nose, followed the instructions, and took out another decree to express his goodwill. "This is the medical fee. I am not an evil person, but I really can't bear the environment in Musilon.

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Ostabe shook his head quickly. "How is it possible? I robbed him and gave him to the crocodile to eat."

Roel looked at him in surprise. "You ate him?!"

"Then I saw his appointment letter and wanted to rely on his work to return to civilized society."

Roel cursed. "You might as well eat it! Well, I'm going to shoot!"

Ostabe was about to punch. Although killing him would attract people to investigate the murder case, and he might also be shot in the shoulder, there was nothing he could do now!

When the tension was at stake, Roel immediately changed the subject. "Unless, I want to share half of your monthly salary and the income of the person you robbed!"

Eustabe's cheek twitched. This was clearly not an encounter with a messenger of justice, but a fellow traveler!
Chapter completed!