Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Windlow traveled through time and space, he traveled to the empire of the Warhammer world.

When he first traveled through time and found himself in a medieval world, he was extremely excited.

As an old player of The Elder Scrolls and DND, he is very eager for this kind of time-travel life.

As long as one travels back to the Middle Ages, relying on one's knowledge and abilities as a time traveler, even if one is not born into a noble family at first, one can slowly climb to the pinnacle of wealth and power.

By then, wouldn’t it be possible to directly achieve the basic goal of having a castle and a harem?

However, when he learned that the land he traveled to was called Rickland, the country he traveled to was called the Empire, and the ruler of the empire was named Franz.

It’s over, it’s all over. Now I’ve traveled to the world of Warhammer.

What is the concept of Warhammer? There are ratmen underground, beastmen in the forest, Norse Chaos in the north, vampires in the east, and even terrible demons may appear everywhere.

Let me put it this way, traveling to the world of Warhammer means that the probability of death is far more than 100%, which means that there is a terrible situation where after you die, you will be resurrected by something else and killed again.

It was also from this time that Windlow, who had just traveled to this world, immediately became silent. The initial passion and excitement all disappeared, and he never smiled or said a word again.

The parents here even invited a witch hunter to investigate him, suspecting that their child was contaminated by something ominous and had not spoken a word until he was three years old.

Even after the age of eight, he refused to go to the edge of the forest to play with other children.

After seeing Windlow, the witch hunter used the holy object in his hand to do a simple investigation. The good news was that the child was not contaminated by Chaos, nor was he mutated into a beastman by the dimensional stone. Perhaps he was just a mute, or perhaps simply a fool.

Fortunately, Windlow managed to grow up to be fifteen years old. However, within the empire, children from ordinary families could not get enough nutrition.

In addition, he was particularly afraid of the forest and the outskirts of the village. Due to lack of exercise and food, Windlow's physical fitness had always been poor. Fortunately, as a time traveler, his brain could still keep functioning.

I can earn some basic living expenses by helping others with accounting and doing math calculations in a small village.

All boys in the empire, at the age of fifteen, came of age and were expected to choose their own livelihood.

Marcus Kruber, a fellow villager, suggested that Windlow go with him to Grunberg to join the army and improve his weak physical condition.

However, Windlow knew very well that when fighting against various terrible enemies, the Imperial Provincial Army's chance of survival was only slightly higher than that of the Star Army next door.

But his family had no money, so he couldn't become a rich second-generation who lived off his parents. At the same time, he didn't pay any attention to his physical fitness when he was young, and he couldn't even farm the fields after he grew up. He would definitely starve to death if he continued farming.

For someone like Windlow who is sensitive to numbers and good at addition and subtraction within 100 and multiplication and division within 10, the best choice is to spend money to study at the Imperial University or the Noon Artillery School.

If you have no money, you can only become an imperial walking merchant and support yourself by doing small business.

Just like that, at the age of fifteen, Windlow was kicked out of the house by his parents and embarked on the journey of finding his own life.

He felt his pocket and found only three hundred copper coins that he had saved by doing the accounting. According to the current prices in Rick County, a meal cost three copper coins, and with three meals a day, three hundred copper coins would barely cover his food expenses for a month.

If there were no other way to make money, I'm afraid that within a month, Wendlow would starve to death on the side of the road.

If he wanted to make money, just like before he traveled through time, there would naturally be opportunities in big cities. The first thing he thought of was to go to the capital city of Rick Territory. Perhaps he could find a good source of income in the city of Aldorf.

Heading north, thanks to the proper management of Emperor Louis Bernard Franz, there are many imperial official roads within the territory of Rick.

As long as you walk on the official road, you can reach your destination safely.

A team of imperial provincial troops passed by Windlow, with bright flags, fine half-armor, sharp swords and sturdy spears in their hands. This group of professional soldiers could resist all kinds of enemies.

Such a standing force patrolling the road in an orderly manner means that the public security in the vicinity must be good, but it also represents bad news.

A checkpoint blocked the road, and two soldiers armed with halberds were guarding the intersection, one in front and one behind.

Yes, that's right, in addition to security patrols and combat, the imperial provincial armies are also responsible for some basic taxation and toll collection.

"Hey, kid, don't run, come here!"

Having already stepped out of the Imperial pipeline, Windlow, who had just raised his back foot, could only touch the back of his head, laughing awkwardly, then slowly ran to the halberd soldier and bowed.

"My lords, I won't go over there. No charge, please."

Who are the halberd soldiers? 80 of them together can even kill a Chaos Daemon. There is no need for Windlow to offend them. There is indeed freedom within the empire, but if you don't pay taxes, the punishment will be quite severe.

However, one of the halberd soldiers touched his beard, took off the water bottle on his belt, and threw it over.

The kettle, which was full of dents and friction marks, was quickly caught by Wendlow.

"Little boy, of course we can see that you want to go over. Go, help us get a pot of water from the lake, and then we'll let you pass."

This old soldier who has served for more than ten years has seen all kinds of situations. Naturally, he knows that a guy like Windlow who comes out to make a living must be penniless.

There's nothing wrong with letting him go. The imperial taxation is not completely strict, and running errands is also a way to pay taxes.

Naturally, Windlow also understood the meaning of the words, and immediately ran to the lake happily with the kettle, put it into the water and filled it up. He even kept scooping water from the lake to slowly clean the dirt on the kettle.

While scooping water with his hands, he suddenly touched a strange object in the lake. He quickly picked it up and found that it was a small wallet made of linen.

When I opened it, although there was no unexpected wealth inside, it could be used as my wallet after drying. After all, when I was out, I had to pay attention to the safety of my belongings at all times.

He poured all his three hundred copper coins into the wallet, but the wallet did not bulge at all. From the outside, it still looked like an empty pocket, as if there was not a penny in it.

There was no sense of copper coins inside when touching from the outside, and when Windlo opened the wallet completely and looked inside with wide eyes.

The empty wallet seemed to have eaten up all his savings.