: Cang Dang is in jail

Roel was too tired, from fighting, emotions, or other things, and when he smashed the lord's head, his head was almost empty.

He was carried like a rotten fish and thrown into the prison of Bordeaux, where he awaited to be hanged.

The prison was dark, damp, full of wailing and pain, and pitiful sighs.

"Ahhh!" They made pitiful sounds as they were stimulated by the light of the torch.

But after the guards who imprisoned Roel left, the wailing in the prison stopped for an instant.

At this moment, he was not the only one in his prison, there was also a guy who had just howled fiercely, and now he was holding a wire in his mouth and yawning like a normal person.

He was a bit unkempt, his clothes were messy and he had stubble.

He probably felt uncomfortable here, so he waved to a fat man in the cell opposite. Roel didn't know why there was a guy of this size in the prison. The fat man saw his cellmate's gestures and understood.

He took out a bottle of wine from the straw bed under him and handed it to the guard. "This place is really not for people. Sir, can you go outside and take a rest?"

The guard understood this and took the bottle and left, never to come back again, at least until the bottle was finished.

The war drums are thundering, the earth is wailing, I vow not to defeat the evil spirits and never return, move forward, move forward!

Who makes his musket and bear the responsibility of knight.

Roel looked at these guys as if he had seen a ghost at this moment, and his roommate came back and said to him. "I don't know what you committed, but it must be great to be here. Okay, now let's do it."

Hi!"

"Brother, don't be afraid, they execute the execution very slowly. I have been on death row for three years." said the "Norsca Champion".

Then the guy with the wire in his mouth started to pick the lock with ease, hooked it with the wire in his mouth, and after a while, it clicked and the door opened...

The master thief marveled at Roel's experience. "I stole the dwarf lock in Palaon. That's why I won't go out, but compared to you, you are simply a legend. Brother, I am worthless."

But as long as the evil fire does not cease, the peasant knight will keep moving forward!

He was now sitting with the master thief, tasting the brandy, which made his uncomfortable body slightly better. Then Roel told them about his experience...

However, Roel felt that they were not good to him because of their skills. Facts have proved that the nobles are not even as good as the people in the dungeon.

Roel was frightened by their enthusiasm, even though he had the effect of a peasant knight...

But under everyone's persuasion, Roel chose to learn here. His melee combat ability was too poor, and he didn't know much about the world.

Even fighting with bare hands or cheating, but Roel chose lock picking and fighting training because he wanted to escape from prison!

But in fact, the prison was built in the center of Bordeaux. If Roel wanted to go out, he only needed to talk to his roommate.

In response to this strange request, at the invitation of the dagger and the bomb, the bard wrote the finished product as fast as he could in his life, then took the poem and stepped into the crowded streets of the Holy Grail Festival, and read out a poem

head.

They rush, they collide, and they finally use conspiracy to destroy the strong wall of friendship and open its stairs.

But the roar of the thunder gun is everything to him!

The iris is dead, everything is dry and cracked.

Although the end is in sight!

After they had had enough food and wine, everyone started to have fun. Due to various reasons, they had already obtained wealth that ordinary people could not get in their lifetime before they came in. Now they are retiring here.

"The teapots will help you. What do you like to eat?"

"You committed something wrong on the Holy Grail Day. How pitiful. What can you do?"

They only asked the bard to write a poem about the experience of a person they knew as soon as possible, and then perform it at the Holy Grail Festival today.

Hunters heading to the west will find a continent in the far distance where the dead can rest in peace.

Roel was speechless for a while. He thought he was going to die, be abused or something else, but it turned out that everyone here was talented.

Roel's gunpowder making technology can be easily replaced by the step-by-step teachings of several bosses, such as how to sneak, how to assassinate, and how to pick locks.

When darkness finally falls, when the branches break and the season of light and labor is past.

"I am the lockpicking master, he is..." The man pointed at the fat man.

Oh Bordreau, Oh Grimes!

The enemy attacks Tiris Vigilan! Whether or not it is surrounded by unbreakable rock!

Even if Tiris Vigilan is an iron wall, easy to defend and difficult to attack, it can't resist evil!

The lady's morality is shattered and her voice withers like a flower.

[The suffocating cold wind blows from the direction of the North Sea, and the Norsca war roars, when the fertility of autumn is broken.

The nobles who caught him were busy worrying about how to divide the old lord's territory, and had no time to care about Roel.

In other words, they were so idle that they probably didn't care whether Roel's story was true or not, as it was just interesting.

Although the fat businessman had been processing documents, he still raised his head after the story ended, with tears on his cheeks.

After a while, the people in the prison looked at him in various ways, and then came the food. A large amount of food was pushed from the table. This was also their way of expressing their relationship.

He began to open the door to the prisoners in the cage one by one. They sat on the prison guard's table or slumped on the bed in the lounge, taking out food, tobacco, wine or most other things you can think of.

"Song of the Peasant Knight"

Beautiful iris flowers, the white buds all over the garden further highlight his bravery. Among the iris flowers, I saw him bathing in the golden sunshine,

The flowers are smooth, the leaves are fluttering, and the sound is soft and clear.

"He was a member of the Cock and Teapot Merchant Club, the guy next to him was a rapist, and the guy next to him was some Norscan tribal champion, or so he said."

Roel's schedule suddenly became full. He learned to pick locks in the morning, chatted with merchants about the situation in Bretonnia in the afternoon, and learned systematic combat skills from the Norscan champion in the evening.

He took out a piece of bread, even white bread, freshly toasted and heated on the stove of the detention center.

On the second day, the Holy Grail Festival, a bard was robbed by two beautiful ladies. They did not seek wealth or sex, and one of them was a fairy.

Roel rubbed the tip of his nose, took the food, and ate it heartily. Although it tasted bad, the food still filled his stomach.

And Roel is not an ordinary farmer. Although he is still a farmer, but... he has a lot of foreign aid.

The end is at hand, the end is at hand for Bordeleau!

Lord, where is Sir now?

Why don't you know how to handle yourself?

The time when the lost courage will reappear is coming, and the team in gray clothes will come from the night.】

This large paragraph below took me ten minutes to write. Don’t read it carefully, it won’t look good.
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