Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 18 Duke Alberic
The port of Poldero, it does not have a name, only know that a long time ago, the elves had established a huge colony in the land of Bretonnia, and this port was at that time when the elves relied on the Grismeri River. The tide generated by the estuary is built to ease the turbulent undercurrent on the coast.

Although I don't know how prosperous this port was when the elves ruled, it is one of the few large seaports in the Old Continent, and it is the largest port in Bretonnia.

The returning fishing boat piled the messy fish on the deck, and the sailors couldn't help but want to go to the tavern to find someone to make out with. At this moment, Roelwe went retrograde to the crowd returning home, and was led by two knights. Entered an inconspicuous and remote warehouse.

But at this moment, Roel realized one thing, that is, the gate of this warehouse actually faces the inland west, not the east that most warehouses in the port face to the ocean for the convenience of unloading.

When the knight opened the door carefully, Roel could see the situation here clearly. There was only one hall with a high ceiling, windows on the side walls, and a large window facing the door.The main decoration is stained glass, depicting the lady with her servants, and great chivalry in action.

There are also tons of hand painted irises and even bouquets in pots on every table you can see.

A nobleman in blue luxurious clothes knelt on one knee, lowered his head reverently, and didn't even listen to the clinking of the knight's plate armor.

His thick voice was eloquent, and he kept praying.

"I am the sword, I am the shield."

"Be demanding of yourself, and be demanding of others."

"Abandon everything, what do you want?"

"The drums of war are roaring, and the guns and horses are thrown horizontally."

"The light of the goddess, the grace of the king."

"Pollution does not stain, evil spirits do not hurt."

"Sing chivalrously, and I will be honored."

"Here I swear, lady witness."

"If you have a breath, you won't lose an inch of ground!"

When the prayer was over, the knight raised his head, dignity and a faint light appeared on his body. In contrast, Roel was covered in mud and smelled of oily smoke.

And he is the Duke of Bretonnia, the master of Boldrowo, Aybrik.

But when the prayer was completely over, the ray of light dissipated. Although the goddess was watching, he was still not qualified. He was eager to seek, but was bound.

But Duke Alberik was very special. He didn't feel disgusted when he saw Roel, at least not particularly obvious.

His breath is heavy, his steps are tenacious, and he walks step by step, with the demeanor of a king!

It's as if he's wearing armor, or holding a giant sword, or his state of life has merged with combat, although he is not very old, or even very young.

he spoke. "Roel, farmer."

Roel's whole body trembled. "Yes, my lord."

said the duke. "I don't pray to the goddess much, because I only come here when I make a mistake, and my mistake is because of you."

"Or, more precisely, the Knight of Ganderar."

Roel's heart was half cold. He didn't know the impact of this matter and the verdict, but he was a farmer, a weak person...

He subconsciously felt that he might be going to the gallows...

Abrick continued. "I heard the people shouting, he defeated the Norscans, and there are quite a lot of spoils, he asked me to make him a knight of the kingdom, so that he can inherit his father's territory."

"I was a little anxious at that time, and I didn't find the projectile on the corpse until afterwards. This is a firearm!"

"But the knight's words are never taken back, you and your bravery, well let me be deceived, well done, farmer!"

The Duke's sternness, the anger of his words, was like a hurricane, but Roel did not continue to fear, he stood firm.

"No, my lord, it was the knight who took away my honor."

"He used his gold coins and his status to take all the honor of defeating Norsca into his hands."

Alberic pulled out the saber at his waist, the silver blade glistened in the sunlight through the stained glass, Roel subconsciously closed his eyes.

After a while, his head might fall to the ground, and the blood spilled on the ground.

But after waiting for a long time, Roel only felt a light touch on his shoulder.

He opened his eyes and only saw the Duke's benevolent expression. "Don't be afraid, child, my prayer is not because I made a mistake, but because I broke my promise."

"I canceled the honor of that knight, and now, I want to return it to its original owner."

The silver sword rested on Roel's right shoulder. This was a great honor, and only a few knights would be treated like this when they took the oath.

The thief boy next to him brought a tray, on which was a beautiful set of mail armor, and the "stolen" gold coin, two decrees, and a scroll beside it.

The mail armor here costs at least two gold coins, and in Bretonnia, peasants cannot wear armor...

Duke Alberic retracted his sword lightly, and cast apologetic gazes at Roel.

"Sorry, I can't give you a better status, or even reward you publicly, because this matter is disgraceful and involves the honor of me and that knight family."

"But as compensation, this set of fine steel mail armor and your license to wear armor are my greatest respect for you."

"At least in Bordereau, in my eyes, you are a special hero. Unlike peasants, you are a special knight."

"Brave man, hail your honor."

The Duke's finger lightly pointed to Roel's chest, where the heart was. A moment later, the mechanical sound of the system sounded.

[Skill unlocked, Peasant Knight. 】

But Roel didn't pay attention to the system, he just choked up for a moment, and immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Roel Ludwig, happy to help!"

(End of this chapter)