Chapter 50 The Lord’s Entrustment

Roel is afraid, he is afraid of him at this moment!

Ignorant and unknown, Roel still doesn't know, and he still can't even imagine how many methods and abilities the necromancer has, so he is afraid of him.

At this moment, Lord Savarik just patted Roel on the shoulder. He was a little shorter than Roel, but at this moment, it was very natural, like an old man talking to his child.

"Farmer Roel, I hereby make you a knight in my own name, but I cannot give you a fief, nor can I give you honor."

Roel didn't understand why he couldn't do it. He was a lord, a noble, a knight...

Unless... he dies...

The old lord has no heirs, and his only heir is a female. According to Bretonnian law, everything he owns will be adopted by other nobles, or he has a noble son-in-law.

The old lord saw the surprise in Roel's expression and looked relieved. "I thought I would die a long time ago. When I came back this time, I thought about avoiding it, so I hired you, or you guys."

"But depending on the situation, things have not changed. All this may be due to my stupidity when I was young. I worked as a pirate and a mercenary, and betrayed the lady's warning."

"Everyone says that my immortality is a gift, but I feel that this is a curse, and now it is about to come true. Although I am also afraid, fear has no effect. It will only make the enemy excited and happy."

Someone is coming! And they are actual troops!

The Necromancer sighed and said resentfully to the farmer in front of him. "Roel, I remember you. One day, our affairs will end in your pain!"

The lords quickly identified the deceased as Lord Savarik. After careful comparison, they found that the lord died from a firearm, and they had actually heard a little bit about the reputation of Roel's Musketeer Knight.

Roel frowned and raised his gun towards the necromancer. Can he win by killing him...?

The old lord's cheek first twitched, then he smiled, and then he cursed. "You are really not a good squire. That knight is really unlucky for eight lifetimes if he hired you!"

The corpse demon was directly grabbed by the powerful magic power and walked towards Roel. The necromancer wanted to spread all his anger on the hateful peasant in front of him!

Roel took out the bomb. He was desperate. He would die together with the necromancer today!

The two of them immediately stood shoulder to shoulder to guard against the man in front of them. The tall corpse demon slowly walked over. The pressure exerted by this guy was so strong that it made people suffocate.

Roel was stuffed with a heavy bomb by the old nobleman, which was far heavier than what he had done himself, but he did not take it.

"Fuck your fate, my lord, I want you to live now, with me."

His fingers stroked the beautiful weight-reducing grooves on the sword's body. The high-carbon steel drew a beautiful spiral pattern on the sword's body, sparkling in the night sky.

"He will give you the honor you deserve. It would be better if I had time to leave you a letter, but it's a pity..."

Roel and Lord Xavaric attacked almost at the same time, but the guy didn't dodge or dodge, allowing two heavy blows to hit his plate armor, causing clumsy sparks to explode.

Estabe…

"Thank you Lord for your grace!"

"How dare you! You grubber, do you know how long I have been planning for today?!"

"You, what did you do?!"

The necromancer, Tyr, proudly raised his head and declared his victory to Roel in front of him, and approached the old lord like a noble bestowing favor on his people.

But his body was extremely cold at this moment.

"Please forgive me for disobeying my order!"

Roel immediately changed the muzzle of his gun. This was the second time he pointed the gun at a human, but the reason was the same.

Roel was in a trance for a while, looking at the beautiful long sword in his hand, with the name of its owner engraved on the hilt. [Savarik]

"Mr. Roel~Mr. Roel! The lord has been dead for a long time."

Then he used his battle ax to resist the corpse demon's extremely powerful horizontal slash. At this moment, Roel immediately started to act, filling up the gunpowder as quickly as possible, but he didn't notice.

The old lord dragged his body and charged towards the Necromancer. The power that could defeat the Corpse Demon King was exerted on his arms, causing the plate armor to bulge visibly.

But after a while, the attack stopped, and the old lord knelt down on one knee with a struggling look on his face.

He was tied up by peasant soldiers, and his firearms, swords, armor, and the Duke's honorary armor order were all confiscated.

The old lord's tone was angry, and he chopped down the huge corpse demon in front of him with one knife. Its power had exceeded that of a mortal, more like...

"My child, you have been doing a good job. You have done a good job. Now, you have to leave here, take my helmet as a token, and help me find a good son-in-law."

"During his first crisis on his chivalrous adventure, it was my magic that kept him alive."

After loading the gunpowder, when Roel raised the weapon, he found that the face of the lord in front of him had turned pale, abnormally white.

The two kept getting closer, but they both forgot that this was Bordeleau, not the Borderlands. The continuous battles attracted nearby lords. After a while, fire suddenly appeared in the distance and the sound of horse hooves continued.

Then he took out the sword he had prepared for close combat and stuffed it into Roel's hand. "This is your choice, boy!"

His anger towards the necromancer had reached its limit. As the trigger was pulled, the lord's body slowly fell down. It happened so fast that the mage did not expect that the lord was so strong-willed. His fair face was surprised at first.

, and soon became distorted.

"I won't give you the helmet anymore. Now, this long sword is your gift."

The fangs were broken out, looking terrifying, but the necromancer raised his head and made a spine-chilling smile.

At this moment, the old lord's strength has increased abnormally, and he can even give the corpse monster a 50-50 fight!

This is the huge and terrifying guy in front of you!

"Now, immediately, I order you in the name of the lord!"

Without even shaking, with the loss of a large number of troops, the Necromancer's power was all concentrated on the Black Corpse Demon King. Now the Night Guard, who is feared in Musilon, has materialized.

The lord took action immediately, stepped in front of Roel, and shouted, "Load, boy, reload!"

He quickly retreated to the west with the remaining dead.

He seemed to have lost. The moment the lord approached him, everything was settled. His premonition was correct, the lord would die and he lost.

Lord Savarik looked in disbelief. He had discovered something was wrong. The violent wind of death did not make him uncomfortable, but... made him even more excited and powerful.

Roel breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand holding the bomb couldn't help but tremble. Looking at the fallen lord in front of him, things would never develop into a good thing...

Roel's fingers were trembling. He was not sure if the man in front of him had any backup plans!

But at this moment, the old lord stood up from the ground and shouted with his still human consciousness. "Kill me, boy, use gunpowder to crush my head!"

When the fire came closer and closer, there were about three lords who came, and the team was about 300 peasants. They looked at the battlefield littered with corpses in surprise, and immediately controlled everything that moved, such as Roel...

Moreover, the deceased was a lord without an heir. In theory, they could "avenge" him and inherit everything from him according to the honor of Bretonnia.

The three people quickly and tacitly decided to divide the cake into three parts, and the man in front of them was their tool to complete their "honor".

The three lords rode on tall horses, looked at each other, and tacitly declared, "No problem!"

"Farmer Roy, what the hell, I can't remember your name, but your crime of assassinating the lord is unpardonable, and the murder weapon is confirmed!"

In any case, Roel was detained and charged with assassinating a nobleman, death penalty, and hanging.
Chapter completed!