This is not an irreconcilable contradiction. Mr. Østabe needs a job in Bordeaux more than money.

There's no way a zombie face like his would fit into any normal city in Bretonnia, because he tried! And Mousilon? He doesn't want to die yet.

In contrast, money was of no use to him, because it was difficult for him to spend money in his current situation. Ordinary farmers would tell him to get out when they saw his appearance. If Roel hadn't been by his side, he wouldn't even be able to go to the tavern to order food.

That's what the Mousilon freak was like, and Roel caught on to that, he just needed a chance to fit in with Bordero.

Ostabe thought for a long time. "One third, you can only take one third, and you need to cover for me, otherwise if this matter is known, you will be an accessory."

Roel never suffers. "We, a rope, grasshoppers, understand?"

"Half of the salary, half of the looted goods, everyone who sees it will get a share."

Ostabe sighed and picked up the backpack on the ground. "The salary is paid at the end of the month. The man brought two gold crowns, two pounds of charcoal, and four pieces of bread. The clothes were already on me, although I took his coat.

Wear it as a compassionate shirt.”

Roel said. "Yesterday you invited me five pence. Come on, give me a gold crown and charcoal. You can handle the rest yourself. What's your salary?"

When he goes to the empire that day, he will immediately talk about Sigma, or become a noble, and now he will lick Lilith's toes.

As midnight approached, corpses lay all over the ground. There were no ghouls today, but there were a lot of zombies. The skeletons needed to be controlled by people, so Roel probably couldn't see them.

Eustabe and Roel were both far from the crowd, and they quickly agreed that they now swore an oath to Tal, the god of hermits and hunters, and that if they violated it they would no longer be followers of Tal.

In theory, this day's work went smoothly. Ostabe even offered his shoulder to Roel as a gun mount, and Roel happily showed him how to perform a remote craniotomy on a zombie.

Tonight, Eustabe saw the power of firearms for the first time. He was moved, but he couldn't use them.

This seemingly light shot was difficult to master. There was only one chance, and it required complicated reloading. Erstabe was a big man, not a big fool. He instantly understood why this man was so difficult to deal with.

"If a zombie comes near me, I will shoot you first."

Roel rubbed the tip of his nose. "You who add salt to wine, what did you find?" (Boldero's saying refers to a sober person)

Not only was he not afraid of the monsters that came out of Musilon, but he also had fun with them, which made Roel, a ruthless man, tremble in his heart.

Ostabe replied. "Of course! You are working behind me, maybe your gun will go off?"

This oath was not very binding on Roel, but the income of five francs a month was very binding on him. The two looked at each other and put their arms around each other like good friends.

Yes, good friends...

Erstabe scolded back. "Money, money, money, in your last life were you the one who fell off the gold crown and fell to death?"

At this moment, they were about to get off work, but Eustabe squatted beside a zombie in confusion, pulling at its body.

Óstabe said at once: "A golden crown."

And Roel also deliberately used firearms. After all, bullets and gunpowder are not cheap. To deal with zombies, you can rely on pitchforks. He deliberately gave the "undead" in front of him a shot!

He was born in Musilon. According to legend, his parents died and he was raised by resurrected zombies. He is a natural killer, similar to a ghoul.

But Roel doesn’t care, he believes everything!

But soon Östabe reversed the situation, and he naturally showed how to use his fingers to take out the rotting eyeballs of the zombies.

"Tough guy, you have to work hard today!"

Did you actively disperse the magic because the zombies were defeated?

Just with this gun, he is much better than ordinary farmers!

"How about I buy an iron plate to carry on my back tomorrow?"

Roel cursed. "You don't let the dead go. Do you have a good ring? Everyone who sees it has a share!"

Erstahl raised the zombie's arm, and there was a small purple seal engraved on his armpit, but it began to dissipate after the zombie died for a while. This happened to every zombie.

This is very serious. The mortal gods in the Warhammer world are absolutely powerful. Losing faith in the gods will also make a person confused.

Roel didn't bother to ask anymore, six decrees were quite a lot. "Okay, now you owe me, "Undead"."

Eustabe analyzed. "The wind of death is lingering around it. I am particularly sensitive to this. I don't know why, but I am born this way."

"And there were too many zombies crossing the river today. We killed 35 of them tonight."

"A necromancer has taken a liking to this place, and these zombies are his scouts!"

Roel frowned, and then Eustabe stood up immediately and said, "Go and inform the lords or the Duke that the Necromancer is no joke!"
Chapter completed!