Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"It's not good to watch, not good at all, it's a waste of money."

The competition in the Castle of Artois had not yet ended, but Mousse had already left the arena and returned to Windlow.

"Why do you humans like to watch such a boring game? Two people, riding horses, holding a piece of wood and poking each other at the speed of charge. Whoever gets poked off the horse loses. It's totally boring!"

"The bloody arena of Naggaroth is still the most beautiful. It's full of real swords and guns, and there's blood every time. The loser will be killed by the winner."

"Skinning, digging out the heart, chopping in half, taking out the internal organs, and crushing the head, that's what we call exciting."

"You guys don't have many deaths here. Finally, someone is about to die, and then a life magician shows up."

As soon as Mousse came back, he stood next to Wendlow and complained.

After all, Bretonnia is different from the Empire. People here, whether nobles or commoners, have more opportunities to come into contact with elves.

There are also people who can recognize dark elves. Mousse must act low-key and disguise himself as a high elf, otherwise he will definitely be used as experience by a large group of kingdom knights.

Who would complain that the evil spirits they have purified are not enough, or that the territory they have been granted is not big enough?

"Also, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are also attending the tournament. I didn't place any bets because they are so weak."

"This kind of competition of stabbing each other with lances is too stupid. Just stand at a distance. Even with a musket, one shot can kill the opponent."

Mousse was still talking, unaware that someone around her had heard her next few words.

"That's right. In terms of killing efficiency, lance attacks can only kill high-value single targets. But if you want to deal with groups of evil spirits, lances are not enough."

A tall knight wearing chain mail stood behind Wendlow and Mousse.

Mousse originally showed a look of disdain, but it immediately turned into respect.

This guy is the winner of the last round of competition. Elves respect the strong.

A man with a lance and a horse can knock down five opponents in a row and become the winner who successfully advances to the next round of competition tomorrow.

Likewise, he is also a chivalrous knight.

"Ma'am, you are quite right. Lance attacks are too slow to kill enemies. This must be the reason why I am still stuck at the Chivalrous Knight level. Each charge can only kill one enemy."

The chivalrous knight shook his head and sighed, his belief in Bretonnia's traditional melee attacks beginning to waver a little.

This scene was captured by Windlow. A shrewd businessman can turn anything into his own product.

He immediately reached into his donkey cart and took out the treasure that had been stored in the bottom of the box but had never been sold.

"Look at this. This is a Marienburg imitation of a flintlock long-barreled musket made by the Nuln Gun Workshop. It's numbered BV1RV4y1i7x9 and can be verified."

"The gun fires 2cm lead bullets, the gun is 1 meters long, weighs 9 kilograms, and each bullet weighs 20 grams."

"High-quality rifling, excellent accuracy, high hit rate, good maintainability, low failure rate, and you can continue shooting even after it is soaked in water and sand."

"The effective range is 145 meters, and the maximum range is 180 meters. Within the effective range, one shot can penetrate mail armor, but we must be honest in doing business. Even within a distance of 10 meters, it is impossible to penetrate plate armor."

This is a commonly used commercial sales technique. When introducing your own product, you must point out a few minor flaws.

But it must not affect the properties of the product itself, which Windlow did very well, because there are not many plate armors in Bretonnia.

"If you buy it now, I can also teach you how to maintain the gun, how to clean it, and how to oil it."

The chivalrous knight in front of him just smiled and waved his hand.

"Long-range weapons, especially gunpowder long-range weapons, are too evil and insult the principles of chivalry."

After saying this, he was ready to turn around and leave. He would not accept such a deal.

However, he finally came across an opportunity to sell muskets, so how could Windlow easily miss it?

He immediately ran up to the chivalrous knight and continued to praise him.

"To deal with ordinary enemies, of course you have to use lances and long swords to attack them righteously. But to deal with evil enemies, it's not excessive to use evil weapons, right?"

Having said that, the chivalrous knight frowned. It made sense.

"And think about it, destroying a town of ordinary enemies will reduce chivalry, but destroying a town of ordinary enemies occupied by evil spirits will increase chivalry."

"The Lady of the Lake doesn't care how you believe in her, but only how many evil spirits you have destroyed in her name. Isn't that right?"

That makes sense. In Bretonnia, if a village was occupied by Beastmen, the attacking knights could burn the village down completely.

Although this village was built entirely by farmers, it can also increase the chivalry by a huge amount.

The chivalrous knight also muttered to himself.

"Yes, the goddess doesn't care about the method, the goddess only cares about the result."

Then he snatched the rifle from Windlow and asked the price.

Soon, the musket was successfully traded, and instructions on gun maintenance and use were also provided.

The chivalrous knight, who had been trained since childhood, had a strong learning ability and quickly mastered the use of muskets.

Then he inserted a dagger into the front of the musket, wrapped it with cloth to disguise it as a spear, hung it on his back, jumped on his horse, and waved goodbye to Windlow.

To deal with evil enemies, you have to use evil weapons. As long as you purify enough evil for the goddess, you will be able to become a Holy Grail Knight one day.

As for Windlow, he hadn't finished his business yet, but the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse had already returned from the competition.

It was a pity that they were eliminated in the first game of the competition. Fortunately, due to the requirement of honor, they did not bet on themselves in advance, thus reducing the losses.

There's no way around it. This is how competitive games are in Bretonnia, with all the hidden talents.

First there was William Marshall, a professional tournament player, and then there was the Knight, who did not want to reveal his real name and went by the stage name 123, who won the tournament championship.

Of course, one of the champions has the stage name qwe, and no one knows their real names.

Some said they were eyeing the equipment rewards after winning the championship, others said they kept betting on themselves before the start and ended up making a huge profit in the casino.

Some even said that they wanted to rely on victory to improve their relationship with the Duke and open a factory in the city.

But in the stories written by some literary writers, these champions were trying to please a beautiful lady and gave the title of champion as a gift to the beautiful lady.

At the same time, the most terrifying thing is that no matter where the competition is held, you can see these people. Perhaps this is why they chose their stage names.

The failure of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was not shameful, but was also expected, as Windloo had just purchased the wood and furs.

The next place to do business is.