Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 129 Beggar?Obviously an imperial engineer!

The eyes of the nobles are above the forehead, commonly known as the eyes are higher than the top. When Roel came in, they thought the peasants had gone crazy and rushed to their camp.

60 gold coins, according to the gold content of Coronian gold coins, it is enough to buy a set of poor plate armor!

But it was a good show, when the knights just wanted to laugh, they saw how good Lord Nok treated him.

I saw that Lord Nok, who they all recognized Wude, actually invited the farmer to sit beside him, and took out a battle map for him to look at.

laugh?
Can't laugh!

Several nobles swallowed the doubts and ridicule in their hearts. Those who can be lords in Bretonnia are not fools. Those who are too stupid have long been killed by various demons and ghosts.

At this moment, Roel picked up the strategy map, sat on a chair with his legs crossed, and evaluated a hillside. "This is a good point for shelling."

His professional appearance made the other lords suspicious of this "farmer". When the poor man Roel stole yesterday, the lord boldly asked Nock.

"Master Nok, who is he?"

Lord Nok stood up and pointed at Roel with one hand spread out. "Let me introduce to everyone, he is Roel, Roel Ludwig."

The other lords immediately started whispering to each other, very much like the candidates who just circled the key points.

"Ludwig? Imperial?"

"It's not von Carstein!"

"But why does he..."

At this moment Lord Nok continued to introduce. "He is my staff member, and he is also the commander of the gunpowder unit for this march. He is the one who prepares the black powder for our army."

At this moment, the skepticism, mistrust, and dislike of the Imperials from the lords immediately turned into smiles, because even if the things that can help the war are not used by the knights, they still have a lot of status in Bretonnia.

Just like a good carpenter who can make a longbow, such a craftsman can also become the lord's personal favorite, it's about skills, don't think about it.

When Roel changed from a blind peasant to an imperial gunpowder engineer in the heart of the lord, things changed. He must wear peasant clothes because he has no money!

Unexpectedly, Lord Nok seemed to have a strong army, but he had no money to give his staff and asked him to come here to ask for wages.

But 60 gold coins is indeed a huge sum of money!

At this moment, the several lords realized that they needed to please him firstly to establish a good relationship, and secondly, to win the favorability of the firearms unit, so as not to have no fire support here.

So what to do?Isn't it short of money?give money!

Roel was looking at the detailed strategic map at the moment, and accidentally distracted, simulating a few artillery support points in his mind before realizing that he was here to ask for money.

"Well, what about my gold coins? I have business to do. If you don't give them to me, leave."

Roel needs it, but it's not that he can't afford it. He yawned, looking quite indifferent, which made the other lords envious. It turns out that there are such staff members who are capable and not greedy.

It's just that Nock took out his wallet. As a lord, he also spent all his money on military use. He may not have as much money as Roel at the moment, after all, he did not take less from merchants.

Now the deposit in Roel's hand has climbed to two hundred gold coins, but he will need to plan his own troops in the future, and he also wants to build a manor in Bordeaux to provide resources, so naturally he doesn't want to waste it.

He was a farmer before, so he couldn't do this, but now, he is a real lord's aide, a chivalrous knight with good power and position relationship.

Even if nobles come to him to bully others, as long as he gathers a group of mercenaries, he will not be afraid.

After this adventure, the current Roel actually fulfilled his original wish and gained a firm foothold in Bretonnia.

In fact, he also wanted to go to the empire at first, but he couldn't go until he had a job, and he couldn't get out of his job when he was working, so he was pestered by Bretonnia again and again.

Now he is still not clear about his feelings for this land. When he collected his thoughts, Roel raised his head, and found that the major lords used to bribe him... ahem, looking at him like a dedicated businessman.

After thinking about it for a while, Roel understood that he was interested in gunpowder.

He glanced at the cash-strapped Lord Nok again before speaking to the others.

"How to refine gunpowder and how to make bombs, fifty gold coins per person."

The faces of the lords changed. It wasn't that uncomfortable expression. If I had to describe it, it was probably the feeling of eating chili.

In Bretonnia, gunpowder is a rare item, most knights don't like to use it, especially Brionne is so peaceful, fifty gold coins to buy such a formula is too...wasteful for Bretonnian knights .

Though far-sighted lords may find it cheap, Bretonnians are romantics who live their lives from day to day, and that includes eating stews made from stale and rotting ingredients.

But in their eyes, this not only represents gunpowder, but also the kindness of an engineer, the convenience on the battlefield and the personal friendship with Lord Nok.

The price-performance ratio has been pulled up!
"Your Excellency Ludwig, I am willing to pay, fifty gold coins."

"So do I, I hope black powder can help the farmers survive."

When the lords showed such enthusiasm, there was a question mark in Roel's head. This is probably equivalent to setting up a stall to sell things. If you say how much your things are, you must be ready to bargain with the other party.

But how did they take it all?Could it be that the lords of Bretonnia are so upright? Thinking of this, Roel felt a little guilty about his various behaviors of plucking wool during this period.

I also thought of the lords' great lack of virtue towards the peasants, it's okay, and I don't feel guilty.

"Pay here, someone fifty!" he yelled, and took out a sack to put the money in. The lords came one by one, and took out handfuls of gold coins, all of which were made by dukes and wrapped in beautiful silk bags. inside, bound with braided leather.

In contrast, if the gold coin could speak, it would probably scold Roel for defiled its golden body.

When the glittering gold crowns were put in one by one, and the sack was bulging, Roel then handed the written recipes to the lords one by one, and they were actually grateful to Dade.

There were four lords who joined the war halfway, that is to say, the huge sum of 200 gold coins was obtained again, and Lord Nok was very sad, wishing to take the money to buy wine and drink.

He knew that Roel was so rich, he shouldn't have bought that bottle of Bordeaux himself!
When the lords returned to their positions, they were still complacent, because they saw that Roel's close-fitting armor was actually meteorite made by dwarves.

This is enough for their family heirloom. Sure enough, the other party is an important engineer of the Empire, otherwise the dwarves would not have created such a treasure for him.

And the friendship between the empire and the dwarves is well known!
They made a lot of money!
(End of this chapter)