Distinguished Guest in Prison

"Only by reciting Ranald silently can one be good at picking locks." In the prison, a certain capable person was teaching Roel what he had learned throughout his life, and how to quietly touch the locks in the hood of the person in front of him.

thing.

That's right, hoods. Most men in Bretonnia will choose hoods instead of pockets, which makes most clothes fuller of hoods than pockets.

And Roel has only been practicing for a week now, and because of the good food here, he has gained a lot of muscles.

He was fully focused today, silently reciting the gift of the God of Thieves in his heart, and after a moment he pried open his cell door.

He raised his head excitedly. "Fuck, it's exciting!"

It was the first time that he had such a sense of accomplishment in a small matter. If he started stealing directly, it might be really addictive.

When Roel calmed down, his master scolded him angrily. "No, you are moving too much and your voice is too loud."

"All Bretonnian locksmiths are lazy. It's so difficult for you to break such a thing. What about the Empire's or the Dwarf's?"

Roel scratched his head. "Well, I don't want to expand my business..."

The master thief cursed. "Keep improving, keep improving!" However, he also knew that Roel had a full day, so he did not pursue the case any further.

"But my informants found that in many villages people knew about the poems before they even spread them."

When he saw Roel arriving, he said, "Today a businessman was asked to sell white truffles. He was the one who sent you in."

"Wouldn't it be better to tell the world directly?"

"If you treat them as objects, it will make you feel even more uncomfortable, right."

"Your friends are not simple either. At least they are smarter than you."

When today's teaching ended, Roel briefly remembered the use of merchant law, because any law is very complicated, not to mention that Bretonnia has three sets of laws.

"It's nice here. I'll stay here for a year and a half, and then you'll hang me."

Roel blushed. He had been a bit reckless during this period, but he didn't have time to plan!

When Roel walked to the cell opposite, he saw the fat businessman slumped on the velvet quilt. There was a wooden table in front of him with complicated documents. Roel accidentally glanced at the words "Firearms, Seaman" on it.

Maybe it has something to do with buying firearms.

"This is your thing. We haven't touched it at all. Please come out. We have prepared the largest banquet. We will also give up all the inheritance rights of Lord Savarik and give it to the Duke to let the Duke choose the successor!"

And this businessman who holds a high position among them is no ordinary person. At least he understands the logic of the Bretonnian nobles very well.

Roel raised a point of confusion here. "Well, why are the gossips about the three lords so vague?"

"I remember that your old lord is very virtuous and has many knight friends. I'm afraid it's for socializing."

There are three types: nobles, merchants, and farmers. Even if you don't need to learn the last one, it will make Roel exhausted physically and mentally.

When he pushed away the disgusting bean soup sent by the guard and prepared to cook for himself and reward his teachers with good cured meats, vegetables, and butter, a burst of urgent mouse screams rang out.

The Rooster and the Teapot are a merchant club composed of small traders. Bretonnia has no laws to support chambers of commerce, so it is a club.

"Especially the romantic feeling, the nobles like it the most. Now your news is known to everyone in the noble circle of Bordello, and the poem has even reached Gisoleo."

The businessman collapsed on the ground, revealing his polychin. "You don't understand, the sense of interaction is very important. They dig out vague information and combine it with the vague story of the poem, and finally it becomes something convincing."

It can be said that the merchant may have helped him more than the other two, and he spent more time with the merchant.

But Roel was not happy at all, because he knew that if he hadn't fallen here and had friends outside to help, these three people would still be on top.

Their caliber was the same, their eyes were urgent, and the guards behind them were holding Roel's belongings, such as chainmail, firearms, and the old lord's sword.

"And the production of this song obviously has the effect of beautifying you."

I didn't save the manuscript, I overslept, so I will do it later today.

In comparison, the businessman had obviously seen a lot, and even comforted Roel. "Don't worry about those bugs. They live under the protection of frontier castle lords and dukes, as well as people like old lords. They have long forgotten what is...

Honor and humanity”

Roel's expression became serious, and then he sighed again. Thinking of the three lords who "helped" him that night, he felt sick.

The Cock and Teapot Club almost controls the commercial flow of most cities in Bretonnia, except for Le Angoulan, which is controlled by the Brotherhood of the Lighthouse.

The dungeon went from cozy and comfortable to dark and scary in an instant. When the door to the cell was opened, three well-dressed lords crawled in like pigs and dogs, with many marks of punches and kicks on their faces.

Although he learned how to behave, he also had the unique smoothness of Bretonnia, which made him a bit uncomfortable as a modern person.

"My lady, you have a lot of people. The three of us are fools and pigs. We imprison heroes and we deserve it!"

He also felt that he should thank Elena, or Alimara, or both of them...

Such a good comeback card, I didn't expect it to be given to me by the two of them.

He thought of something, and then said, "I arranged for a group of vendors to spread that kind of poetry and various gossips in the markets and beside the noble mansions, and the results have been achieved so far."

He sat in jail and started to continue the Bretonnian law enforcement with the merchants. As a farmer, he had no idea about the operating rules of Bretonnia, and neither did he as a time traveler.

Then he saluted with standard noble etiquette, then opened the cell door and said to Roel.

If someone gives you a punch, you should kick him back!

He closed the cell door, then gave the three nobles a middle finger and said.

By the way, let me introduce an article written by a lovely author (wearing pants)

"I don't want to be popular in Tokyo!"

I don’t like this kind of love story, and the writing isn’t very good. After all, it’s the first book for a newcomer.

But he is so cute, especially at night...(Feel the call of erotic abuse.jpg)
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