Chapter 71 The King’s Sabbath

Roel has settled down in the village. Today is the King's Sabbath and the day of witchcraft in the empire. It is the end of the year and the beginning of the year, but today, even today is not safe.

At this night, the evil moon is approaching, the eight winds are howling, the dead are resurrected, the demons are stirring, and people gather together to hope for a festival born out of despair.

People will not sleep on this day, but will continue to sing praises to the first king of Bretonnia, King Gilles, until the opera is played until dawn...

Roel now lives with his companions in a hunter's cabin on the edge of the village.

This house is not bad, with two bedrooms and one living room, and fresh meat and leather stored in the basement. It is not difficult to imagine that at least before the disaster happened, this was a warm family of three.

Roel lives in the master bedroom, Elimara lives in the second bedroom, and Elena lives in the forest.

Roel put on his equipment and knocked on Elimala's room early in the morning.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Alimala, it's morning, go to the training ground quickly!"

"Stop talking about this, I want to know, what are you going to eat tonight?"

When they see the adventurer Roel walking by, they will take off their hoods, bow to him, and ask like friends, "How are you today?"

But Roel, Ellimara, and Elena are not people who will stay long.

The farmers don't know that he is the hero of the village, but they still respect Roel and still recognize this stranger.

"Don't forget, today is the last day, we will set off tomorrow."

Roel nodded. "Yes, very beautiful."

Elena stopped next to the tree trunk, with a trace of unbearable expression in her dark eyes. "She left her hometown and her family alone, and slept in the wilderness with the two of us. She helped you a while ago."

Kaloma smiled. "A big bucket of baked snails, a whole cow, enough white bread and plenty of wine."

"I'm going to the village, see you in the evening..."

The three of them tacitly understood that they were all enjoying the tranquility, peace, comfort or warmth of this village, especially at night, when everyone gathered together and ate in the house.

Everything is getting better. Roel is looking forward to what the free Vanled will look like. Although the lords don't like it, it can even be said that the independence here has been successful...

Elena didn't realize that he, Roel, was the same age as Elimala. He also left home and had not even had a meal with his family in this world until now.

On the King's Sabbath, tonight, the stage will be set here, songs will be sung, and all the resources in the Lord's Fortress will be enjoyed by everyone.

Roel waved his hand and patted away the dust in front of him, so that the air could enter his abdomen instead of the dust.

Roel has now taken up the vigil work in the village again. For him, actions that are unacceptable to normal people are just commonplace.

"She doesn't need it, she's still immature?!"

Roel's work is in the forest, around the village, and near the hills.

The mule walked into the village. At this moment, the village was in dire straits, but the villagers already had smiles on their faces, a rare and precious smile.

Now the gate of the castle has been opened, the manor has been hollowed out, and the gold, wealth, food, and wine inside have been washed into the wealth of the village.

"You should stay. We welcome you and your friends, especially the girl next to you."

Elena and Roel wandered naturally in the wilderness, and spent the whole morning checking the footsteps of greenskins and beastmen, and looking for traces of goblins and weak horns.

Roel sighed, feeling that she had relaxed a lot recently, so he went to the kitchen to cut a piece of venison cooked yesterday for breakfast.

He declined Kaloma and looked at the setting sun.

Roel just lowered his head and continued to confirm that he liked this village very much and it made him feel alive as a human being.

Roel subconsciously touched the sword blade at his waist, and his movements became firm.

The elf's fair cheeks turned red. How could a century-old girl stand it? She scolded him back, and the two of them quarreled and walked together.

The two of them were walking in the forest, and Elena suddenly said, "Roel, Alimala has worked very hard, can you praise him?"

They don't know where Aquitaine's humans gather, so they will definitely send out scouts, and bandits will not mess with thieves. They are the black brothers of Aquitaine. With them stationed and Roel patrolling, the village will be safe.

A swirl of smelly dust made him cough.

While thanking each other, Roel walked to the square where the execution platform was located. On the square, people were dealing with the traces, corruption, and thick juice left by the devil. This was quite hard work, and it took three days to come to an end.

Then she smiled mischievously. "Look straight~"

He is also working hard. Apart from fighting and monsters, there is almost nothing else to fill his life!

Two months, two months since time travel!

Roel pursed his lips, and a trace of moisture flowed from the corners of his eyes. Then he suddenly thought of the disgusting necromancer, clenched his fingers, and buried everything in his heart.

The masked people are dealing with the devil's legacy, those disgusting degenerate books, and they must ensure that only they are responsible for it, and no peasants touch it.

"It's no problem today." Elena checked carefully and said.

Elimaara is responsible for training the farmers to use longbows, and Kaloma, who arranges all this, is an excellent leader, he is very smart, and one of the few Bretonnians who can make long-term plans.

"But, I really think you are too harsh."

Roel would take the trouble to spend an afternoon repeating this until everyone in the village knew whether they could sleep well tonight.

But this kind of security is always based on the geographical location of Aquitaine. If it were Bordero, just an attack from Musilon and robbers in the ocean would dissipate the city.

Alimara had such a job, relying on the archery her uncle taught her.

Roel sighed, and he also thought that he could just rely on the gold coins given by the lords to buy a manor, hire soldiers, and start living a life that was not inferior to any nobles in Bretonnia.

Roel suddenly became angry, drove his mule and ran out of the forest, somewhat frustrated.

He immediately decided to turn all the wealth of the lords into weapons to provide farmers with the power to protect their homes, and the thieves would be responsible for training their skills.

Roel asked in surprise, "Why do you say this suddenly?"

“This was the best King’s Sabbath I’ve ever had in my life…”

"You should get married and enjoy comfort instead of running around."

Roel walked towards the castle. He still needed to report today's situation to the thieves. When the clattering hooves of the mule stepped on the stone bricks, anyone who heard this sound would feel at ease.

Roel nodded. "It's also the best life I've had, brother."

"Oh my god, what on earth is this?" He couldn't read, so he just looked at the smelly book and put it down in disgust.

He mounted his mule and walked to the nearby forest. "Elena, patrol!"

The little "lark" in the forest shuttled among the green leaves. She quickly reached Roel's side, stood on the ground and combed her waist, her graceful figure forming an S shape.

But he has been involved in the whirlpool of fate, and he will not stop until he kills Fontey, the necromancer.

He is no longer a child, at least in a world where evil still exists, he cannot be.

A lazy voice came from Alimara's room. "Yes~"

"She's still a child."

Roel will also answer whether he saw the damn monster today. When he hears the news that he is safe today, the expression on the farmer's face reassures Roel.

"Caloma, you will be safe today, I promise."

Kaloma showed a smile, a very reassuring smile. "I really don't know what I will do if you leave." He took out five copper coins. This was the reward for Roel. Although it was small, the village needed money.

There are too many places.

Countless depraved books are piled up with normal novels, and they will be burned as the main material for the night bonfire. What is more suitable to be used as firewood on the day of witchcraft than the scriptures praising the evil gods?

Kaloma is already the heir to the castle, at least the owner. He is a farmer, but he is worthy. However, instead of being superior, he is carrying a box of heavy and dusty corrupt books.

He combed his back. Unbeknownst to others, today was also his first New Year in Bretonnia and the Warhammer world.

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"He's not a superman, he's an ancestor"

When Clark loses his veneer of justice, and his stupid and indecisive character is replaced with violence or ability, his life on Earth will be better.

Over the long years, there have been many people staring at, paying attention to, and greedy for this beautiful planet. Only the emperor of the world, the true superman, can change the status quo.
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