Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 36
Roel is making dinner, no, it should be a banquet meal. At this moment, the entire Charlene Village is decorated with lights, and the villagers hang their best cloth or decorations on the street.

Even if someone died, because of the battle, there are still places that have been damaged and have not been repaired, but the living people all chose one thing by coincidence.

celebrate.

This is considered to be the national identity of Barto - that is, Barto people live in the moment and take pride in it.

This doesn't mean that all Baatorians are ardent hedonists who party a lot, though some members of the nobility do fit that profile.

Quite the opposite, living in the present means that, for the Bato people, what matters is what you do now, not what you might do in the future.

A dedicated Bator artisan might work late into the night, making as good a shoe as possible for the shoe he's making.

Bartor knights make various choices to ensure that their actions are always righteous.

Farmers in Bartow focus on living today, not worrying about tomorrow.

The Baatorians don't worry about the consequences of their actions.

When consequences arise, they deal with them in equal measure, and Baatorians waste little time complaining about life's unfairness.

In fact, most Barto people look down on those who stock up for the future.

No one knows what will happen in the future, so thinking about the future is not a reason to live a bad life, it is just an excuse to escape.

This doesn't mean that the Bator people will live beyond their means and spend extravagantly. They don't want to commit suicide, and they aren't stupid.

They do, however, feast on the holidays and then scrimp as stocks dwindle.Few Baatorians cut back on their rations before a festival to prepare for a future feast.

Although all this is extremely stupid in the eyes of Roel, who can be regarded as a Cathayman, but no matter what, such a character can be regarded as a virtue.

There is no real good and perfect in the world, and there is no bad all. Roel did not hinder their banquet, but acted as its chef.

Miss Alimara, who was helping her, was stirring batter to make bread. Although she still hadn't forgotten the pain, she was still refreshed. After all, compared to depression, she still felt that the value of action was higher than pain.

This is where the Bretonnians are better than the Empire, or even Cathay...

But Roel doubted that it was the heavy tax of the knight master that made them get used to the pain?
The preparation of the banquet lasted all night. It was the crystallization of the labor force of the three villages. It would revel for several days and nights until the consul woke up from his drunkenness and urged everyone to work.

For the peasants, such things are rare, after all, most of the time, the knights will not bring them to the carnival, and the supplies for the banquet are basically provided by the peasants themselves.

Roel has undoubtedly become the protagonist of the banquet. He has been celebrating continuously during this time, pouring wine, pouring wine, feeling as if he is married, and congratulating the guests, and he has "relatives" from three villages "I have to wait.

If it wasn't for the low alcohol content of the wine, this kind of love alone would be enough to kill Roel once.

However, those who are a little sober at the banquet will still go to stand guard. Until the day starts again, people from the city will come here, and then join the banquet, or leave in a hurry.

But this time, Roel had just swallowed a sip of wine when he heard a scream.

"Zombie!"

He picked up the rifle and rushed towards the sound, only to find that the zombie was not a monster, but his old friend, Eustabe...

Roel's arrival calmed down the panicked people nearby, and then hid behind Roel like a chicken.

"Lord Earth Knight, that's it!"

Eustabe waved his palm, and Roel let the others leave. Even though Eustabe is now wearing a hood, most people would still be terrified when they saw his face clearly.

Roel produced a glass of wine. "Brave man, what are you doing here?"

Handing it to him, Eustabe pursed his lips and took the wine.

"I'll give you your share." Then he reached into his pocket and took out six decrees.

Roel understood, this is this month's dividend, but it's not the time yet...

Eustabe saw Roel's doubts and answered.

"I found a little worker, the merchant, remember, I'm helping him transport some things."

"Compared to this, your life in this village is quite good..." His eyes looked around, and his tone inevitably contained envy and... a trace of jealousy.

Roel rubbed the tip of his nose. "No, no, it's all in exchange for life."

At this moment a farmer passed by and patted Roel on the shoulder. "Oh ~ Lord Knight, they are singing your ballad!"

Noticing Eustabe's appearance again, the whole person paused for a long time before picking up the wine bottle and trying to hit him. It was Roel who explained for a long time before resolving the misunderstanding...

Although Eustabe said that he was used to it, Roel could still feel the loneliness and pain of this man.

He changed the topic and talked. "Knight? Why didn't I know you still..."

Roel immediately explained. "It's just their pet names, it's harmless."

Eustabe muttered. "Mine are all nicknames like "undead" and "zombie"!"

Then he said that he had completed his goal, and he had to catch up on sleep in the afternoon and work at night, so he went back...

And Roel held the wine glass that he still wanted to share, and felt that he and he had drifted apart unconsciously...

(End of this chapter)