Chapter 38 News of the Lord’s Return

Roel used his ancestral skills to exchange for equipment, and also visited his family. In the blessed land of Bretonnia, they lived a good life, and the money he gave would not be taxed.

But he still checked to see if his family's money had been taken away by law enforcement officers, and then gave them six more decrees before leaving.

Well, he was a little frightened by the 19 tax. It can be said that everything Roel did after traveling through time was to evade taxes.

At the moment, Bordeaux is prosperous and beautiful, and the small fishing village is quiet and peaceful. It may be because winter is coming soon, and various attacks have gradually decreased.

But to be honest, Roel was still worried about the chaos egg, which was why he went to prepare the bomb.

Roel positions himself as a skeleton soldier in the vampire pirate camp, the kind who can throw bombs when nothing happens.

Cannon fodder can explode, but its combat effectiveness is extremely low, relying entirely on bombs.

Chaos eggs basically have no weaknesses, and the Warhammer world is not a game world like Resident Evil. No matter how powerful the monster is, it has to have a glowing weakness or something.

Either you are stronger than it, or it eats you. If there is enough meat to eat, the recovery ability of the Chaos Egg is also very terrifying.

And Roel was eating garlic snails next to him, watching how his pockets were emptied by children.

Who do you think you are now? A half-step knight?

And Roel didn't pay too much attention. He just stretched out his hand, patted the kid who was stealing away, and took a law from his pocket.

The imperial man's cheeks were extremely red and his body was swaying. He was disgusted when he first saw Roel, and then his attitude changed a lot when he saw Brandy.

But Roel quickly noticed that there was something interesting in the Imperial man's conversation.

But overall, the current situation was pretty good. Seeing that it was getting late, Roel felt a little hungry again and took a nap at home, hoping to get back before the night watch.

Roel suddenly laughed stupidly to himself, what the hell...

He mentioned that he met a lord named Savarik on the sea and called him a peasant. There was no doubt that that was his employer.

They just wanted to be fed, not beheaded. One gold coin was enough for them all to be thoroughly investigated.

"I see, why can't I see him? He is in Marienburg. He should be back at the end of the month. He is very nice."

"Oh, by the Emperor Karl, the wine in Warburgland (the winery of Reikland, which is also rich in wine) is far better than Bordeaux!"

Although the locals of Bretonnia were drunk in the tavern, they were a little more thoughtful and just kept stuff in their pockets.

Roel could only pray that the lord would come back soon. A lord with the strength of the kingdom's knights would definitely be able to defeat it.

This is the tavern where he first found a job. It is still bustling now, with sailors and sailors, adventurers and foreign mercenaries stopping here to taste the food.

Most foreigners will get drunk from Bretonnian wine and then collapse on the table drunk.

But he was too lazy to cook, so he thought for a while and walked into the tavern.

Roel licked the corner of his mouth, he didn't expect to be so lucky?

When the lord comes back, his protection of the village will be enough for him to become a knight directly!

His words did not offend anyone, after all, this guy only drank brandy mixed with water in the tavern.

The imperial guy was already drunk, waving his glass and shouting.

The imperial guy hugged the brandy bottle like a wolf, completely unable to tell who was just saying that Rick's wine was better.

Roel didn't know, but it didn't matter to him because he was watching the Imperials being stolen from the next table.

This statement is a bit strange. Is the copper smelting also emptied by children?

Roel thought of some bad pornographic jokes in his mind, and for a moment he felt that this imperial man wearing a feather hat was being "served".

He handed it to the man and said, "Friends from the empire, have you seen my stupid lord?"

Next, children will touch it and use their little hands to create foreign exchange. Most of them are imperial decrees. If they touch the imperial gold coins, the child will probably return them obediently.

He took out a bottle of brandy that had not been mixed with water, and felt a little distressed. A bottle was almost the price of a French penny, and then he came over pretending to be generous.

Roel suddenly realized, why did he start to judge combat effectiveness in this way? Although there is no accurate combat effectiveness standard in the Warhammer world.

He naturally picked up his snail and put it in the bag, eating it as he walked like melon seeds. He got on the mule and put the law he had received in his pocket, watching the children stealing things next to him.

Silly.

All Roel was thinking about at the moment was that there was only one week left until the end of the month, and the lord would definitely come back the day before the Holy Grail Festival. During that time, the Port of Bordeaux would be closed, and only the small port near the lighthouse would be accessible.

Very good!

When you become prosperous, you won’t have to ride a mule anymore!

Then he noticed his appearance. I couldn't say that my clothes were in rags, I could only say that my clothes were not covering my body.

You need to get some money and buy a set of beautiful clothes to meet the lord!
Chapter completed!