Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 192 Strategic Weapon, Fool Ransom
the mercenary shouted. "I said, I said, our mercenary lord is Baron Henryk! The master of Marienburg Sea Magic Academy, the only son! He has a fiancee who is very beautiful and is a nobleman of the empire!"

"His family property is about 3400 gold coins. The main income is college tuition and Marienburg grants. Then there are wine trade and wool trade. He makes money by importing Rick collar wool and Bretonnian wine for re-export. 400 gold coins income."

Roel let go of the mercenary, he didn't expect this man to know so well...

"Hmm...where is he?"

The mercenary shouted with snot and tears all over his face, as well as sea water. "The one in the top hat!"

The baron immediately shook his favorite tall hat behind him.

Roel watched for a long time...

"Where's the hat?"

The mercenary said again. "The one with the badge on the chest!"

The baron immediately lay down on the ground, rubbed off his most important family crest with a wooden board, and cut a hole in the dress.

Roel continued. "I didn't see it."

Mercenaries added. "The one with the scratch on the chest."

Roel replied. "I see, pull it out!"

When the baron was dragged into the first class by the guards like a dead dog, this usually high-ranking person felt his backside hurt redly.

He still planned to be reserved, no matter what he asked, he would not open his mouth, but Roel didn't ask any questions at all, and just slapped him when he came up.

Snapped!
Then Roel said suddenly. "Sorry, I feel that you won't answer my question, so I called first."

The baron felt his cheeks were hot and painful, and cursed angrily. "Barbarians, demons, disgusting greenskins!"

Then another slap.

"Okay, now answer me, where did your flagship go?"

The Baron endured the pain. "It sank..."

sunk?Roel frowned. "Liar." Another slap.

The sound of slaps kept coming from the ship, making the guards and adventurers feel insulted, because it was not a fist, but a slap. The sense of insult was particularly strong, and Roel's force was very strong. Three times, Henry K's cheeks were flushed.

he cried. "Really, she got sunk by a tall bordeaux, a short bordeaux, a tattered bordeaux..."

"The three of them also took Marienburg's most powerful weapon, the land boat, away to the east of the sea..."

The baron has already made up his mind to slap him again. This thing is more fake than fake. Three peasants sank your flagship?Has the most cutting-edge technology in Marienburg been taken care of?

The baron didn't believe that such a thing came out of his mouth, he closed his eyes and accepted the next slap, but Roel's attack did not hit for a long time.

He raised his head and looked at the lord.

At this moment, Roel's expression was also surprised, astonished, and even complicated.

Those three less intelligent guys who drove away destroyed the main battleship of Marienburg?
He rubbed his head, then his temples, took a deep breath of the sea breeze, and thought for a while.

They were able to kill the frogman messenger, and their destructive power should not be underestimated. Now the three of them have sunk another battleship, let alone the cost of 1200 gold coins. Since it is the main battleship of Marienburg, the price may be higher, Roel At this moment, I still have lingering fears, how did these three great gods cover him by themselves?

When the battleship slowly approached the shore, the leaders cheered for the return of the troops, and Roel suppressed these foreigners with lingering fear. In theory, they were not Bretonnians and they did not need to work.

But Roel does not keep idlers. "Pull it to repair the wall, and let him go when the ransom comes!"

But there are exceptions to everything. He looked at Baron Henrik. This man was the most valuable of his loot, so he said.

"You stay and go to my castle."

The baron was flattered, well, he was terrified, the Lord Boldero in front of him was a crazy B!Cultists, ghastly strange believers!
But he had no choice, and soon he was led by several people to the castle. On the way, he saw the prosperity of Marienburg, a city without walls. Although there was no place like Poseidon College or Golden Shield Street, the baron was very Soon to discover the terrifying potential of this territory.

He thought a lot along the way, whether his choice was right or wrong, and whether he would have steak for dinner.

The nobles of the empire are like this, arrogant, stupid, fat, selfish, arrogant, arrogance seems to have been said twice, but it is really important, if it is not for the simple folk customs of the imperial nobles, there will not be so many followers of Slaanesh.

When the Baron came to the castle, he was pushed inside, Roel gave him a room, he was locked, and soon he started complaining about the thin walls and the hard bed, and got slapped by the guards.

Today, his face is so swollen that he doesn't look like a human being anymore, so he can only learn a lesson and look down from the window listlessly, seeing the bustling city, and then...

That pretty, wine girl...

He couldn't move his eyes away, staring at Miss Alimara who was proclaiming her victory against the people, her heroic appearance, and her little foot...

The interest of the imperial people is indeed a bit outrageous, but maybe Roel understands this well?

However, if Miss Alimala knew that an imperial nobleman looked at her like this, she probably wouldn't feel happy, but instead rewarded him with a lead bullet.

On the heights of the castle, Roel looked at the situation sorted out by the documents. This time the attack on his territory captured three warships, two of the Skeleton King, and the remaining four were distributed to the lords of various places, and they could not ask for it.

Of course, this is what they should do. Without the support of so many lords, he would not be able to easily eat this huge team of 1000 people.

Other aspects are to get 60 cannons in the battleship, thousands of shells, two hundred firearms, countless black powder, two thousand gold coins, a lot of food, and the ransom has not yet arrived, a huge labor force of 1000 people, and five It is a battleship with a unit price of thousands of dollars, and the huge flagship that Roel has been building is almost finished.

If there is no problem, after the fleet personnel training and establishment are completed, a battleship group will be obtained two years earlier than expected, which has exceeded Roel's expectations by a lot, and the new income can continue to be invested...

various things.

Roel took out a large number of gold coins searched from the enemy's battleship, and placed more than 1000 gold coins in front of him.

He turned on the system excitedly, and then turned on the gunpowder longbowman technology vigilantly. After a while, his mind was full of how to use explosives, lead bullets, and cloth to make a special arrow.

Well, instead of turning weapons into bombs out of thin air, a little disappointed.

And Roel continued to look at the system, but only saw one sentence.

[Obtain the territory, unlock after the Duke of Musillon]

This amount of information is too much!

(End of this chapter)