Although he was recovering from his concussion, Roel was still confused when he saw the familiar and disgusting fragments. He covered his head, frightening the two farmers next to him.

It was Ellimara who helped him up and asked, "Master, what happened to this fragment?"

Roel shook his head, rarely gaining some clarity. "It's nothing, I saw something belonging to an old friend."

"Two decrees, I bought them."

The farmers and children didn't believe their ears, but they didn't dare to ask. It wasn't until Roel took out the silver coin with the Duke's face engraved on it that they couldn't help but kneel on the ground.

Thank you, a lot of boring thanks made with the simplest service. This is also the only attitude that farmers have towards powerful forces, surrender.

It's not their fault, at least now they can wear new clothes, or have meat for dinner, or not have to freeze in the days without branches.

When the two of them walked out of the room, Roel held the dark fragment in his hands. Only when he was far away from the village did he read out the name. "Necromancer, Peter Fonti, master of the secret guard."

Alimara was very clear about this past, and her little face wrinkled. "Master, is he here too?"

Roel licked his lips. "I don't know, I'm not sure, whether he is following me or planning other things."

Seeing Roel, he cursed passionately and venomously. "My dear, you've been lying down for three days, can you still move today?"

"It was an accident that I got this. Don't you think that the nobles of Briogne are all fools?"

Roel immediately said, "During this period, we may have to carry out the liquidation of the orcs."

Jazz nodded. "About this time, it should be around this time, the mortar has already approached Bordeaux."

It soon became clear to Roel that, for example, the cleanup activities were going very well and most of the threats would be eliminated in two days.

Roel just held up the piece of metal and looked at its dark and terrifying light in the sun. "His words will not leave any trace."

"Sir, I have good news and I have bad news. Which one do you like to hear?"

He poured a bowl of it for Sir, as if it was not a good thing worth a gold coin, but ordinary cheap brandy.

Although a day was wasted looking for clues, smoke was already burning in the castle camp when I came back.

"Believe me, when it comes to interests, the intelligence of Bretonnian nobles can go up without limit."

It was the sweetness of potatoes and the taste of beef, mixed with the cumin that Bretonnians like to use, and it swept away their bad mood.

"Even if they don't use this bridge, they will definitely collect a lot of commercial taxes from it, and they will come to investigate if it collapses."

Alimara asked. "Aren't you going to look for any more traces?"

"But I know very well that the only way to deal with him is to shoot him in the head with a gun."

Jazz also drank it all in one gulp, and Roel directly drank from the bottle. The strong smell and alcohol paralyzed his spirit, and he spit out a mouthful of white mist from his nose.

But for them, it was just that the lord couldn't stand those monsters and paid them to clean them up.

Roel cleared his messy thoughts and they returned to the castle.

The reality is that this is a crime that probably no one would know about if no children had discovered the fragments.

Roel quickly went to find Baron Knock. He did not intend to tell the information to this group of adventurers, although they trusted him.

"Go back, this time I'll ride a horse."

Roel smiled and opened the bottle cap. The smell of the wine even penetrated the smell of the steak, and he danced slowly in the camp. "The wine is good, and the food is not bad either."

Roel first said goodbye to his disciples, then went into the camp and asked the adventurers who were dining about the day.

But the motive is not clear. Is he going to Carcassonne out of fear of Roel, or is he trying to resolve his grudges here?

In the end, his thoughts fell on cleaning up the orcs. The greenskins were definitely the biggest uncertain factor, and judging from the time, the cannon would be ashore in four or five days, so things had to be done one by one.

Then he handed over a bottle of good wine, Bordero specially offered...

Bretonnian adventurers have a talent, that is, they are heartless. They almost died because of the greenskins a few days ago, but today they all started discussing how to defeat them.

As a commander, Nock basically ate alone with his students. He bit into the steak as if the knife and fork were fake.

Jazz combed his back and his armor creaked. "That's bad. Adventurers will always encounter bad things."

"At present, we still know too little about the orc boss."

Roel took another sip of the wine and said with strength.

"Rather than that, let me tell you some good news."

"I have 13 firearms, including my apprentice's and mine, a total of 15 firearms. We must kill all the greenskins during this time!"
Chapter completed!