You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 110 Take Up Your Weapon

"Lord Roman, do I have one too?"

Gweil lay on the table, gazing at Roman, who was focused and drenched in sweat.

He arranged the typefaces, brushed them with ink, and put them into the printing press.

A brand new sheet of paper, smelling of ink and printed with words, appeared.

He admired it for a while, then nodded and replied, "Yes, everyone should have it. I have high expectations for you; at the very least, you should master most of the words and be able to read and write them fluently."

"How many words do you know now? How many can you count to?" Roman glanced at the Witch of Doom.

She looked more and more adorable, with innocent brown eyes like a doe, and her rough hair had become smooth and silky, styled into an intricate bun, mostly done by Neel.

Sanna was also involved. He noticed that the fisherwoman had a similar hairstyle. A young girl's love of beauty would quickly grow when given the right environment, and she would pay more and more attention to her appearance—especially when two girls got together.

Neliel, like Gavial, was a close attendant of Roman.

But the former was extremely busy; Roman made her teach children, facing hundreds of kids every day—anyone would be overwhelmed. It was good that she was constantly on the go, at least it kept her from wandering around in front of him.

In comparison, Gweil's task was not heavy; she only needed to pass the early childhood education assessment quickly.

"Count to 50..." The Witch of Misfortune seemed a little unsure.

Roman thought she was very smart and would excel if she studied hard, so he made her memorize numbers.

Gweil got stuck when she counted to 25.

The number after 25 may have existed in her mind, but it slipped away without much lingering.

With an unstable foundation, it's no surprise that they ended up like this.

Roman sighed, and Gweil immediately tensed up.

She didn't want to see Roman disappointed because of her.

"Do you intend to continue like this?" Roman looked quietly at Gweil, who lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze.

So he turned to a maid and said.

"Go and call Sanna over."

The fisherwoman quickly approached Roman. She was very anxious, unsure of what had happened. She looked at Gwyneth beside Roman, hoping the latter could give her a hint, but the little witch was only preoccupied with her own sorrow, which made Sanna even more restless.

"How long have you been studying at the manor?" Roman asked her.

Sanna's mind started working like never before, and she said cautiously, "It's been five months, sir."

"You've been studying for five months, right?"

"Ah."

How many numbers can you count to?

"50."

Roman nodded: "Is it also 50? Then count them out."

Sanna counted out the numbers very quickly.

Different living environments can have different effects.

Like Yaki living on the plateau, like Sanna living by the sea.

They learn to sort things from a young age, and their sensitivity to numbers is unmatched by the isolated mountain people of Sige Town. They can count even without any reference points.

Sanna stopped counting to 50, and secretly glanced at Roman, noticing that his expression remained unchanged.

“Continue,” Roman gestured to her.

Sanna had no choice but to continue counting. Under Gweil's incredulous, betrayed gaze, the numbers quickly surpassed one hundred.

Counting itself is not difficult as long as you master the techniques instead of rote memorization.

“Sanna, you are a smart child, but Gweil is not. She is blinded by her own world; her comfortable life has made her lose her sense of crisis and competitiveness. This is very wrong. Gweil, if one day I am not by your side, are you going to hide in the mountains again?”

Gweil shook her head sadly. She went to Roman, clutched his clothes with her small hands, and looked up at him, saying, "I want to follow you, wherever you go... You said I'm your attendant." "Attendant is just a title, a title that's fleeting. You can't expect a title to bring you all comfort and ease. My Gweil, life in the mountains isn't easy, not for anyone. Escaping is possible, but escape is painful. You can't retreat; the more you retreat, the more you lose. No one can be your eternal protector. You should take up your weapons!"

He speaks very gently and with great patience.

Gweil couldn't fully understand these words.

Roman didn't blame her. A person's growth is destined to be a long process. There's a saying that you're never too old to learn.

“If you don’t keep up with Sanna’s pace, I will confine you to your quarters. I’ll only give you one month… Go.”

Roman watched as Gweil left dejectedly with Sanna. The moment they stepped out of the hall, the two girls began to whisper among themselves.

He overheard Gweil accusing Sanna, "Have you been secretly improving your skills at night?"

The latter is completely innocent. You won't let me improve if I don't want to improve. That guy Kao forces me to improve every day. I can't help but improve...

Those arguments have faded into the past.

Roman shook his head.

These two girls are likely to become very shrewd in the future.

Gweil may not have studied hard, but she's not stupid.

Sanna's behavior hurt him deeply, but could he blame Sanna? He would only think that Sanna was a promising talent, and that Kao had done a good job of raising his sister.

He summoned Seth and asked him to retouch the printed papers with straw rope and distribute them to the children and the army.

The children gradually got used to coming to the manor every day.

They were supposed to be there to learn, but they only had two or three classes a day, lasting about two hours each. The rest of the time they would do manual labor—the wells in Origin Manor were all dug by them.

Roman spent five days getting the lead type printing done, although large-scale printing was not possible at this stage.

But their education level must be improved as a priority.

The learning content for the two is also different.

Children need to learn everyday language, and soldiers need to learn combat commands.

There was nothing I could do about my low learning efficiency before, but now I need to speed it up!

Increase from two hours a day to six to eight hours.

Roman took these things very seriously and said to Seth, "Find a construction team to build a school next to the manor, and I will be the principal—I will also teach them when I have time."

……

That unbearable period of high temperatures is finally over, and the temperature is gradually decreasing.

Roman quickly gathered everyone together.

They had rested for nearly ten days, and he had long since grown tired of them.

He first recruited a group of young and middle-aged men to become soldiers.

Roman lowered the recruitment threshold, increasing the number of recruits by 100 this time, bringing the total number of troops to approximately 250.

Some became soldiers, while others were eliminated.

The atmosphere in the military camp is unique; new recruits will follow the rhythm of the veterans for physical training.

That atmosphere of being out of place with the outside world constantly reminds them that the rules of survival here are different from those outside.

Roman didn't care whether the recruits were weak-willed or had character flaws.

Anyone who is physically healthy and has the potential to become a soldier can become one.

The military camp he and Jet designed was a giant furnace, like bloomery iron, melting away impurities and letting them flow out, leaving only the spongy iron, which was then tempered through repeated hammering to refine their will.

Ultimately, they forged qualified soldiers who would stand against even the charging knights.

Those who fail to meet the standards will be eliminated during training and will never be able to go to the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)