Chapter 78 The Duke of Briogne

Roel left the blacksmith shop and went to the clothing store, where he bought some reasonably good clothes. However, farmers could not dye their clothes. In Bretonnia, farmers could go to the execution ground if they wore brightly colored clothes.

It didn't matter to Roel, he even bought clothes just to make the adventurers think that he was not a farmer, but a person with some money.

He doesn't want to escape from his identity as a farmer, but to try to be perfect, like... perfect like Raun or Karl, who can command a perfect legion and protect one side.

Roel has completely given up his previous idea of ​​becoming a noble, and has also completely abandoned his desire to lie down. This is not contradictory. He now just wants to become a legendary figure in the Warhammer world where even the gods cannot save their lives.

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Whether farmers or nobles, they are just a drop in the ocean in this story of the world being like a huge wave.

He wants to be a ship that can carry people he relies on to leave. He wants to be an ark that can live with hope until the Age of Sigmar.

But now, he still has a headache from a mad mage from Mousilon. Roel hates his human body and his ignorance. Both time travellers and humans are too weak.

But he is also timid, he does not dare to rely on the Eight Winds, and he does not want to touch the Four Gods, and his own system...

too slow!

But he kept everything in mind and asked the tailor shop owner calmly. "Boss, what do you think of the lord of Nosterburg?"

The boss often receives various customers, and the store has been open for a long time. Briogne is not a big man, so he just thought for a while and answered fluently.

Several kingdom knights were neatly dressed, with bright battle helmets and continuous horse hooves. They lined up in echelons on the left and right, surrounding the duke. The duke was wearing a giant axe. He was not young, but he was holding a small book. He was recording while riding and was mumbling.

"He might be planning something."

But how could there be blood knights? The total number of blood knights in the entire Old Continent is probably less than 10,000?

The brains of those knights are good and bad. When they are smart, they can defeat any race in the world. When their brains are short-circuited, they can tell big things. The only difference is how much wine they drink.

Roel subconsciously asked, and the blacksmith began to rub his beard abnormally. "No, the knight doesn't like that thing. What's wrong?"

In other words, it would take almost two gold coins to hire him for a month. Roel would definitely hire him starting from one month. He couldn't even build a large shepherd army with his huge sum of money.

"But guest, I don't recommend you to inquire too much anyway. For example, there are rumors that this lord is planning to touch the undead castle that was cursed decades ago. Some people also say that he is planning to let an oppressed village

independent."

In fact, Morr's faith, Ulric's faith, the 5 attack points provided by the characteristics, and the terrifying undead provided by the battle flag, Roel should be able to deal with them as long as they don't encounter monsters of the level of the Blood Knight.

granulated sugar…

At this moment, all the people were prostrate, farmers and city residents were lying on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, which made Roel particularly conspicuous.

As long as the word military is involved, money seems to be no longer money.

"Old man, have you ever made a dagger?"

Yes, the Duke of Briogne is also a well-known bard. He glanced at Roel at this moment and saw that he was carrying a pitchfork, but he was in high spirits, not inferior to the knight.

"He is a knight from the kingdom who has only arrived in recent years. Some say he is a baron sent by King Raun, but there are also rumors that he is actually from Lyonesse."

Sometimes he didn't actually need to economize, but Roel saw it as fun, his own personal pleasure.

Sugar is very good on the battlefield as a source of energy and to boost morale. It is much better to give it to soldiers than to put it in gunpowder.

I should burn incense if I meet one!

Roel stopped thinking, looked at the gold coins missing from his pocket, and started thinking about how to save money.

Sugar is almost a delicacy that lords need to consider using, and there are few places to grow sugar cane in Bretonnia.

Holding on to his inner desire to explore, Roel walked out of the narrow path. After changing his clothes, his temperament had become one with the city of Briogne. At this moment, the Duke's patrol team happened to pass by.

Roel couldn't help but complain in his heart. The rumors in Bretonnia were probably true. It could be seen that this matter was probably related to the lord's vanity. Maybe he himself vomited it at the wine table...

"What you want is what I want..."

The tailor looked scared, after all, the legend of the Castle of the Dead had spread all over the streets.

The remaining bayonet's shine, brightness, and sharpness are very good, and it can be easily worn on the muzzle.

The lord's eyes lit up. "Good, good, good." He muttered silently. "Azalea flowers bloomed in the mud, and the farmers gave birth to a good son."

The good ones made him feel familiar, like the sword of the masked man who assassinated the lord that night...

Roel didn't buy this for cooking. Although it can indeed cook, most of the pastries in Batonia are made of corn candy, which is cheaper. In terms of taste, it uses almond milk, which is almond.

The juice mimics milk.

There are still 175 gold coins left, so we need to save money. Roel has heard before that a shepherd costs six farthings a week!

I started to calculate how much money I spent. Today's shopping in the city plus Elena and the others' previous expenses, I got two more gold coins.

For the first time, Roel felt that the Golden Crown was so cost-effective. He just replenished gunpowder, bought clothes, customized some things, bought enough dry food for two weeks, and a dessert.

But... Roel held up a bag of white granular crystals that he bought. Well, it's not that the golden crown is worthless, but that this thing is too precious.

Don’t add unnecessary complications!

And this method is not suitable for use on firearms, it can only be used on bombs, but it is enough.

"Thank you, boss." Roel politely took out a few pennies as a tip and walked out of the shop.

Sadly, in the world of Warhammer, only this small interest lasts.

In Roel's eyes, this matter was a self-inflicted crime. He wanted to know which lord made the weapon, but his reason allowed him to suppress his curiosity.

Roel felt distressed when he thought that Bai Shasha's gold would be mixed into his gunpowder to increase its power. After all, even the imperial guys couldn't do such a thing.

In the afternoon, he went to pick up the order from the blacksmith shop. Although there were few blacksmiths here, their skills were good. The copper horn was not only highly finished, but also had patterns carved around it, and a soft pad was installed on the mouthpiece. He gave it a try

, the sound is high and bright.

"Come here, prize."

The knight next to him dug into his pocket and threw two decrees at Roel...

Roel looked at the two shining silver coins on the ground and cursed in his heart, MD looks down on me?

He said, "Thank you, Duke." Then he picked up the silver coins, wiped them clean casually, and made dinner for tonight.
Chapter completed!