Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 8 Technology Unlocking, Elf Gunpowder

When Roel walked out of the store, he successfully bought all the materials for gunpowder with eight decrees, and asked for three ceramic containers and a pestle.

Because he knows how much profit this guy has eaten in this business.

And what excited him was the piece of Athel Loren's charcoal. You know, that forest was planted by the Old Sage. Although I don't know what it's useful for, the quality of the charcoal alone is worth so much money!

And Roel faced another problem, that is, he had no money.

The remaining ten decrees are to be given to the family members. They are all old. Although they can still work in the fields, the family property has been lost by the original owner of their own body.

If they are left alone, they will probably starve to death!
In contrast, I still have firearms to hunt and hunt for a living, and a salary of a golden crown at the end of the month, so the pressure is much less than them.

However, in Bretonnia, farmers are not allowed to hunt in all the lands of the king, but the law governs Roel.

"Sir, shoot~shoot~" he whimpered, thinking how he would shoot the deer and find a better place to sell the hide for bread.

How to sell?This is a port city, there are a lot of foreigners, just find an imperial guy wearing a feather hat!

Thinking of this, Roel suddenly smelled a rotten smell...

Um?He looked up, and there were three corpses hanging from the mast in the port, which looked like they were two days old.

Peasants were gathered around to watch the death of the outlaw, the pirate chiefs whom the Duke of Bordero had defeated at sea, all of whom seemed to be Norscans.

There was an official under the corpse. It should be an official. Anyway, to Duke Bordello, he was just a little more useful than a farmer. The official's only task was to stand under the corpse to show off the Duke's strength and killing record.

Although the farmers will probably never go to sea for the rest of their lives, it is impossible for them not to look at them with consolation and joy, especially when the eyeballs of the corpse fell to the ground due to rot and were taken away by seabirds, many people cheered in amazement , maybe it's just a bad taste brought about by being suppressed for too long?

Or do they really feel that the Duke's protection is reassuring and worth the 19 taxes?
But at this moment, Roel's good mood dissipated completely, and there was always something that would disturb everything when he was happy, especially after coming to this world.

The robber attacks along the coast seem to have intensified recently, and the weather is approaching winter. Those Yankees will not be honest, so they have to pack gunpowder and ammunition.

Gotta give them a taste of my Imperial Steel!

But the sun was still rising, and there was no time to wait. Roel brought the ten statutes home, and his parents thought he was expelled. They never thought their children would be capable.

They tried their best to persuade Roel that the Ludwild family was never great, but they could get food and clothing by digging in the fields. Roel just said that he asked his boss for the deposit back and bought a good one with the advance salary. thatch fork.

Maybe they felt that their child had done something illegal, searched him like a prisoner, and only found two bags of things for no reason, a bag of charcoal, just like Roel said, this It's his job to help people deliver things.

There is no gold, no stealing, and my child is still a conscientious person, not like the people in the city!
They are proud that now children can get six decrees a month, and push back the ten decrees, saying that they can have food and clothing, and you need it more when you go out.

The actual stove has not been lit for a day, yet they still feel unimportant.

Roel knew that even if there was no kinship, he still owed them...

He rudely put down the money, turned around and went out, maybe this body would become food for the undead one day, or be controlled by necromancers that day, it would be useless to keep it.

Roel returned to the room at noon, the lighthouse was still quiet, and it was very nice here during the day, where you could listen to the sea breeze and enjoy one of the few peaces in this world.

Compared with the noisy city, he prefers this place. He opened the window, let the breeze enter the room, lined up the bowls, rolled up his sleeves, ignored the patches on his clothes, and smashed them with all his strength.

Charcoal, saltpeter and sulfur, mixed together can drive away evil spirits, when the bad smell is dispersed, the black powder is ready.

Carefully putting all the gunpowder made by himself in the container, Roel suddenly heard a sound.

[Unlock technology, elven gunpowder. 】

At this moment, he has a brand new technology panel, but there is only a solitary Elf Gunpowder label, which is a sturdy tree that is burning.

Tech Brief: Don't let the Woodlings know about this, ever.

Technological effect: Boy, I thought that burning some trees would make the shells go farther, wouldn't it?

The charcoal made from Athel Loren living wood can increase the power of firearms by 5% and the range by 10%.

Overjoyed, the price is beyond the price, I picked it up by myself!
You must know that it is difficult to equal any attribute bonus with money, but now that you add the skill bonus yourself, you can hit a high output of 54 HP with one shot!

And the range has reached 220 meters, a few meters more is the probability of survival.

At this moment, a strong wind blew, and eight statutes worth of gunpowder shook in the container.

"Let me rely on me!" Roel hurriedly covered the container with his body, and immediately closed the door, but part of the black powder still drifted into the house with the wind.

After a while, the elf girl's voice sounded.

"Farmer! Short-lived ghost! What are you doing?"

Roel immediately sealed the gunpowder, hung it on his waist, and then returned through the door. "I'm making gunpowder, something to shoot, just like you'd carve your own arrows, stupid elf!"

Elena cursed through the door. "I can smell Athel Loren being burned, it makes me sick, what are you doing!"

At this moment, the Stalker was already angry, and Roel began to hear the sound of picking the lock. How could this elf still pick the lock?

Roel immediately rushed over to open the door before she broke the lock.

"Enough!" Roel looked at the elf. "You must be too far away from home. Let me show you the black powder I made."

Roel showed Elena the gunpowder left over from yesterday, and she posted it suspiciously and smelled it.

"Hmm... bad smell..."

"Well, short-lived ghost, there may be something wrong with me."

She hugged her chest, looking a little impatient, but her fair cheeks were also flushed.

Roel said "forgivingly". "It's okay, it hurts to leave your hometown, especially when you can't go back."

But at this moment, the elf girl suddenly entered the room, and she concentrated on picking up the container that Roel just used to smash the charcoal.

She looked at it for a while, then said. "Well, you are really just making gunpowder, be careful to blow yourself up."

"Did you think I would say that?" She drew out her short sword. "The guy who defiled the forest!"

(End of this chapter)