Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 80 The True Sword Competition
Roel felt that Norsca and the Bretonnians were more or less related, and they would all duel for honor, using swords to compare life and death, not to mention that this matter was worshiped by their society.

In a statement full of Barto's style, Roel was immediately noticed by the knights and barons, who would not bother with such an act of honor, and it would be nice to have such an amateur program at dinner.

Although there are parts that the baron did deliberately, he is still happy to see such a situation.

But the adventurers are not young people with high spirits. Who are the Bretonnians who can walk out of their hometowns?
No one answered, but this atmosphere made Roel more happy. Although the knights were a little disappointed, they also thought that all adventurers were like this.

Just when Roel thought he had become one of the bosses here, a stunned young man spoke up.

"I...I want to challenge you!" He didn't seem to have any companions, and he was sitting alone in the side seat. He was young, with brown hair and freckles on his face. Roel thought he might be a local, anyway, he was like this The wilderness certainly cannot take two steps.

But how did he pass the test?It is not easy to deal with a knight. Could it be that the knight fell down?

But the lord, the baron is happy, he said abnormally. "Someone is challenging Roel Hero, I will be the banker, and everyone will open."

But it is conceivable that seeing this little boy's appearance, everyone will also oppress Roel, causing Roel to make no money at all.

Just when people feel bored about this game.

At this moment, Sir Nock next to him got up. "Okay, I'll crush that young man, five golden crowns!"

In an instant, the situation changed, as long as Roel was pressed, it was equivalent to getting five golden crowns!
Elena remained silent, covered her ears with a hat, and lay down on the table in a daze.

And Roel also found it strange and interesting, then took out his musket and loaded it with a bayonet. "I use this weapon."

He also uncharacteristically took out the firearms that he usually hides and tucked away today. Today he showed himself, making the lords and adventurers feel that they can be trusted as soon as possible.

And the adventurers all stared at him, thinking this is the firearm of the empire?It is rare in Bretonnia. Although it can be bought on the coast or near the Pass of the Axe, it can be bought in Marienburg, but the price will not be cheap.

Roel turned the barrel upside down to show everyone that there was no gunpowder in it, and that it was a weapon similar to a long gun.

The Baron Nock shouted. "Use a long pole for a duel. How about a sword instead? I can lend you mine, but the guy on the other side doesn't have a long gun."

Roel was stunned, this bastard baron, he could only put away his spear and draw out the long sword he inherited from the old lord, and this was the first time it had actually fought.

By the bonfire at the dinner party, the atmosphere was extremely high, and the freckled child was still worried about whether the blade would hurt someone, and said to Roel. "My lord, don't we need to train swords?"

Roel didn't care. "A sword has no eyes, so the difficulty is over. Sir, can you approve this child to wear armor temporarily?"

In Bretonnia, the country of knights, wearing armor is honor and luxury, which also makes most of the adventurers here are commoners, with a high probability of death.

Roel's request for a full knight style made the chivalrous knights present, the knights of the kingdom, look up to him a little bit.

The baron nodded, and the servant came in a suit of mail and asked him. "Hero Roel, don't you need it?"

Roel took out the armor order approved by Duke Boldro that he usually carried with him, and the steward immediately came up to appraise it.

The magnifying glass, the comparison table, and the servant above, seek the fastest and the best. "My lord, it's not a fake."

At this moment, the adventurers were a little scared. Fortunately, they didn't go up to challenge. The person who can be recognized by the Duke is actually not much different from a knight of the kingdom. It's just that the blood in his body hinders his ascent.

I also felt that the kid was unlucky, and challenged like a green head, and it really wouldn't be the weak who could be the commander.

This is also the reason why Elena lacks interest, it's just Liwei's acting, and her attraction is not as great as finding a forest to sleep in.

Most of the others felt the same way, and even the knights secretly bet on Roel in order to earn some wine money. As long as they were big enough, they could even take away a gold coin, which was quite a lot.

When the boy puts on the mail armor, his immature posture is revealed. It is by no means gorgeous, nor does it have the tempered temperament. It is weaker than any enemy Roel has encountered, right...

A little stronger than wild zombies, after all, he still has weapons.

Although Roel didn't use the sword very much, he already knew the matter of fighting by heart. Norska's style of play was also seven-point fierce, three-point skills, and changing weapons had little effect on him.

Roel raised the blade, the lord's sword was extraordinarily beautiful, when the engraved inscription on the blade of the sword shone silver beside the bonfire, everyone here was attracted by the graceful sword.

To the Bretonnians, a good sword is as beautiful as a beautiful woman, especially if the inscriptions and sigils on it bear a sense of history.

Eventually some adventurer began to whisper, discussing how he had such a weapon.

However, considering the permission of the Duke of Bordereau, this matter does not seem to be an exaggeration.

Roel showed himself sharply today, and the effect has been completed. There is a lot of bluff in his doing so, but he can only do so if he wants to be recognized as soon as possible.

But Jazz, who pressed five gold coins, was still lazy, as if he didn't think his money would be wasted.

Roel imitated the enemies he had fought against, and his master who was the Norsca champion. Although the swordsmanship was not exquisite, it was still very fast.

His blade slanted slightly, shining under the light and in the night, in the eyes of the young man, it was like a comet hitting him in the night sky.

"Wow wow!" He was already flustered, the reflection of the blade made him unable to see Roel's routines clearly, he couldn't use what he learned from his master at all!

When Roel's sword was cut, most people thought they could take the money, but suddenly the long table banquet shouted.

"on!"

The young man suddenly moved his body at this moment, and pressed Roel's sword against it.

"pick!"

The young man's momentum changed drastically, he bent his wrist and exerted force, and almost unarmed Roel, who had experienced many battles!

The sword blades made a parrying sound, which spread far away in the quiet air.

At this moment, Roel immediately withdrew his sword, looking a little frightened. When he looked at the source of the sound, he suddenly found that it was Sir Nock who pressed five gold coins!

(End of this chapter)