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

Chapter 128 The Gods Will Forgive You

"The teacher said your presence is required."

Roman was extremely impatient.

He got up from his seat in front of the loom, beckoned a woman next to him to sit down, and said, “Don’t be afraid. Just imitate my movements. You can go a little slower, and you’ll get used to it.”

The young woman sat somewhat awkwardly in Roman's previous seat, clumsily stepping on the pedals to complete the unfinished weaving process.

Roman followed Jimmy to the residential area, where his textile factory was located, making it convenient for them to work.

From a distance, I could see a large crowd gathered there.

Someone shouted, "Our master has arrived!"

Everyone quickly made way.

Roman saw that they were surrounding two people: a disheveled farmer and a woman with rumpled clothes.

It's normal to have messy hair; everyone has it that way, which makes one appear poor and lowly.

But disheveled clothes are not normal.

In early winter, who would have the time to leave their clothes in such a mess? Roman even noticed the tear marks.

Seth stood tall to the side. When he saw Roman approaching, he first bowed. Under Roman's impatient gaze, he quickly and simply explained the situation.

To be precise, it was the female slave who was attacked by the male slave, who was a new batch of slaves and didn't know much about the rules.

"Master, she must be possessed by a demon, trying to lure me into hell," the male slave said fearfully.

The female slave was even more terrified, shaking her head frantically and constantly denying the farmer's words.

“Master…” Seth took out a piece of amethyst and handed it to Roman.

Roman found nothing unusual about the amethyst, indicating that both were ordinary people.

He sighed softly and beckoned the farmer over.

"Sir, this woman is evil. She must have controlled my body and made me lose my mind." The farmer came to Roman, his face full of humility and pitifulness.

Roman nodded and said, "Kneel down, and the gods will forgive you."

"Thank you, merciful sir." The farmer knelt down, prostrated himself on the ground, and then everything went black.

boom!
First there was a crack, then the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

In that sudden commotion, all people could see was blood splattering and rotten teeth flying everywhere!

The onlookers were horrified to see their kind and magnanimous master suddenly kick the repentant farmer away like a broken scarecrow. He landed with a cloud of dust, convulsing, and soon stopped moving.

call……

A cold wind blew, and everyone fell silent.

A few sharp-eyed people saw that the lord's kick landed precisely on the farmer's chin; the hard and thick steel-rimmed leather boot shattered his jawbone, leaving most of his mouth mangled.

All their rotten teeth had fallen out, stained with blood, and were scattered everywhere, some even splattering at their feet.

Gods above!

He was kicked so far that his neck was broken. He struggled a few times when he landed, his hands and feet twitching, but he quickly became still.

He's not going to make it!
They saw his death and were so certain of it.

The tattered body of a slave who claimed to have been tempted by the devil landed right in front of the woman possessed by the demon, causing her to turn pale with fright and let out a sharp scream, becoming the only sound in the silent residential area except for the cold wind.

Roman roared, "Shut up!"

The uncontrollable screams came to an abrupt halt.

Roman had just thought he could control his blood pressure, but now he realized these idiots were pushing it to the limit. It was fucking red-hot!
"I provide you with clothes! I provide you with food! I provide you with shelter! Is this how you bunch of idiots do things? Are you just bored and looking for trouble?! Do you all have a death wish?!"

Roman roared like an enraged lion, his fury echoing throughout the area.

The onlookers were all terrified.

His crimson eyes were like flames and lightning, possessing a terrifying and unforgettable power.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, lowered their heads, and their hearts pounded.

They knew that the lord was furious.

This is very rare.
It was only during that blast furnace accident caused by improper operation, resulting in the deaths and injuries of more than a dozen people, that he showed such extreme anger. It is said that he pointed at the workers' noses and cursed them for several hours. It is also said that he hanged a former supervisor because the latter did not follow the regulations for production!
"Why did this happen?" Roman asked Seth.

When people are well-fed and clothed, they start to think about sex.

Seth said without any emotion, "Sir, these lowly people are beyond redemption."

The main problem was the lack of administrators. The basic management of Sig Town could only organize all the labor force to carry out the various orders issued by Roman.

The rule relied almost entirely on self-governance—Roman was only responsible for their food and work, and left the rest to them.

It must be said that they were really obedient, doing whatever they were told.

To date, Roman has not found a single opportunity to establish his authority through murder.

They completed each task promptly and appropriately, leaving him with no reason to criticize them.

In the past, the labor was so heavy that all their energy was exhausted by the full workload, and they didn't cause any trouble.

But after winter arrived, some people had more free time, or rather, the production tasks were not so urgent, so Roman stopped urging them like a death knell.

And I ate way too much.

Before humans are fully fed, they only have one worry.

After you've eaten your fill, countless worries will arise.

“You need laws to tell them what they can and cannot do,” Seth said.

He was reminding Roman that it was time to establish a manor court, so that someone could be responsible for resolving disputes and adjudicating cases.

Hans was originally capable of taking the position, but Roman sent him to be a teacher instead.

Seth thought it was absurd that Roman had dragged his feet on doing such a basic thing for so long.

Even more outrageous is that, in its unprecedentedly efficient operation, Skye Town actually doesn't need a manor court.

But that won't work now. There are too many people, and once they have free time, they'll always cause all sorts of trouble.

Sais has been having a lot of headaches lately.

He was only in charge of the Ministry of Finance, but unfortunately, the Minister of Residents, Jimmy, was his student, and that kid had no experience in handling these matters.

He helped resolve the issues four or five times, and the verdicts he made were fair. However, various problems arose afterward, and more and more disputes arose, so he had no choice but to drag Roman into the matter.

That's the situation. Roman can do whatever he wants, but things can't go on like this.

"Yes! A law! It's time for a law!"

Roman nodded to himself, thinking that Seth was absolutely right.

He always thought his attitude was very clear.

As long as they don't cause him trouble and just follow his orders, these idiots will live a good life.

But there are always those who are oblivious to their own mortality who dare to challenge the bottom line of those in power, and even use the devil as an excuse to cover up their own desires. They deserve to die!
Roman said coldly, "Hang him up all winter long, so everyone can see, and then throw him into the river to feed the fish next spring!"

(End of this chapter)