Warhammer: Me, a Peasant of Bretonnia

Here comes the skull joke 😘 The three skeletons met. One said, "I serve under Earl Manfred." The second one said, "I am a royal guard under the Emperor." The third one said, "I am a Bretonnian peasant, and I am also a living person."

18 Years old You went to university. 20 Years old You finish your sophomore year and start to regret. My childish behavior in the past two years So I started to work hard. 22 Years old You graduated from university, but found that... Unable to find a job that satisfies me 26 years old You see everyone around you getting married.

A Few Things You Need to Know About the Barto Rebellion 1: Who are the enemies, and who are the friends? Since you've rebelled, you must be prepared for the possibility of fighting the Bretonnian knights. Your enemies include: a vast militia and peasant archers, numerous heavily armed knights in iron cans, the living saint—the Grail Knight, and the Pegasus Knights of Palau.

If you want data, stop being so pretentious. All we see is sycophancy towards the nobility. The system is useless, the troops aren't our own, and we haven't achieved anything. What's with all this talk about the Bathotos rules? We can just stay outside the Bathotos. The storyline was all designed by the author; wouldn't it be more satisfying for everyone if it ended sooner and we went to the Empire to make a name for ourselves?

From the very beginning, seeing the protagonist fawning over those nobles was unsettling, and by chapter 50 it became even more repulsive. Author, are you suffering from some kind of pretentious, pretentious affectation? Do you really need to use this kind of question-and-answer format to filter readers? Is it so satisfying to write stories that torment the protagonist?

I never imagined I could write a story with an old farmer named Bartolomeo as the protagonist. Bartolomeo's stinginess was outrageous; do you know the joke about the three skulls?

Befriend dwarves and distance yourself from orcs—this is why the empire prospers; befriend orcs and distance yourself from dwarves—this is why the goblins decline. When my late father was alive, he often discussed this matter with me, and he never failed to sigh and hate the orcs. The Holy Grail, Pegasus, Lionheart, and infantry—these are all capable of both offense and defense.

Even if you outwardly fawn over me while inwardly cursing me, I won't say anything; making money isn't shameful. But what do you mean by inwardly fawning over me too?

It seems the author's thought process was, "Why are you criticizing me for groveling to Batman? You can't rebel in the Warhammer world." If you're not going to rebel, why are you slacking off? You're working 007 every day. If the boss doesn't work you to death but instead kills you, why are you so upset?

The author did not grasp the protagonist's psychological state towards "nobles" well. Readers want a sense of identification, but how can readers identify with such a strong sense of servility? In the Warhammer universe, no matter how much you abuse the protagonist, I think it's okay if the protagonist grovels to the nobles in order to develop his power and rise to power.