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

Chapter 160 Wedding Vows
Laura followed behind Tucker and saw many other girls on the road who were also alone, their faces filled with unease.

They were the same age, the older one was about twenty years old, and the younger one looked about seventeen or eighteen.

She hides her emotions deep inside, while they wear them on their faces.

"Are they your comrades?"

Laura struggled to keep up with Tucker's pace.

The latter stood upright with his legs straight and arms swinging high, marching in a goose-step style.

Upon hearing Laura's words, Tucker stopped in his tracks, and Laura nearly bumped into him, but luckily managed to stay still.

“Yes!” Tucker nodded.

Laura harbored some resentment towards him but dared not say much. "Is he getting married like us?"

"Correct!"

"So we're going to church?"

"There is no church, no priests. Lord Roman said he would drive them all out."

Laura was not surprised that they had killed dozens of devout believers during their looting, including the priests who had preached to them over the years, all lying in pools of blood.

But this is a struggle between the Papacy and the nobility, and has nothing to do with ordinary people like them.

"So how are we going to get married?"

"Lord Roman is my witness."

Laura asked, "How much napalm do we need?"

"I won't pay."

After hearing him finish speaking, Laura was about to move forward again using the same action as before.

The roads in the residential area were well-maintained; she had never seen such hard, flat limestone. But he walked with his chest out and head held high, his steps quick and hurried, and she had to walk fast to keep up.

She felt that he probably hadn't thought of that.

So Laura had no choice but to grab his clothes and, to his astonishment, link her arm with his.

Laura could feel his tense arms and somewhat stiff movements.

This action did indeed slow him down, and she breathed a sigh of relief, walking alongside him and slowly following the crowd toward their destination.

Other couples along the way also saw their actions, and some men or women imitated them, linking arms with each other, but their movements were just as awkward. They had never met before, but now they would spend the rest of their lives together.

Roman was also setting up a grand wedding venue, and everyone except the waiters was kicked out.

He ordered his men to bring over forty or fifty tables, and laid them out to be filled with craft beer, honey-glazed roast meat, cream cakes, pan-fried chicken breast, fish stew, and bacon and egg rolls.

The dishes at this wedding banquet were extremely lavish, and the aroma filled the air.

After Roman and the others arrived, he called them down from the stage. Standing on the high platform, he raised his chin and said in a light tone, "Line up!"

"Have the lady next to you link arms with your right arm."

In less than two minutes, the previously scattered crowd began to organize itself.

This scene was both efficient and aesthetically pleasing; chaos transformed into order in the blink of an eye, and Roman nodded in satisfaction.

"To whom do you pledge your allegiance?"

"We pledge our allegiance to Lord Roman, we will not kneel before the gods, nor worship the devil, we will expand his territory and increase his land!"

Whom are you going to protect?

"We will protect Lord Roman, becoming his sword and his shield, living and dying for him!"

"Where are you from?"

"From the people!"

Roman was met with an unusually unified response.

Roman nodded repeatedly: "Yes! Yes! Yes! You should remember, you should remember! I am the Supreme! I am the Mandate of Heaven! I am everything, and they are the embodiment of my will; to obey them is to obey me; to protect them is to protect me!"

Roman stood casually on the platform, his left hand on his hip and his right hand raised high, his upright figure imprinted in everyone's eyes.

With an expression that was both confident and arrogant, he said, "And I will bestow everything upon you!" "Now, heed my command!"

"Answer me, are you willing to marry the woman on your right?"

"I am willing!"

They were perfectly synchronized, their voices like the beating of drums.

"Would you take the man to your left to be your husband?"

A silence fell over the room.

Laura glanced at Tucker, knowing that saying no would only embarrass the lord, so she had no choice but to say, "I'm willing."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for others to hear.

Other women also belatedly said "I do".

Roman didn't care about the awkward silence; he didn't care even if no one answered. He knew what kind of bastard he was doing.

“From now on you will live together. On this land, everyone has full human rights, equal status, and fair dignity. No one is more noble than me. Unless the earth cracks and the sky collapses, these laws will never change.”

"I witnessed your wedding, so from this moment on, your wedding is sacred. If anyone dares to violate this, I will not let them get away with it!"

"Now, my warriors, tell me, can you protect the women around you? Answer me three times!"

Many women were stunned when they heard this, and then they heard their male companions shout.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

The responses grew louder and louder, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing.

"Very good! So, are you willing to keep the following vow—for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, I will love you, cherish you, respect you, never harm you, and always protect you?"

"I am willing!"

"Not an oath to me! Everyone turn to the right! Look at her and repeat after me! Whether in poverty or wealth or sickness or health..."

Roman used his right heel as a pivot to complete a standard turn.

He spoke solemnly, enunciating each word carefully, and they learned each word meticulously.

Laura listened as Tucker awkwardly repeated the sentence: there is no romance on the muddy roads of the countryside.

She heard Tucker say those words.

"Her life is definitely not in her own hands," Laura repeated to herself.

"Alright, girls, it's your turn. Repeat after me..."

Roman turned around this time and repeated the vows, word by word, this time to a man.

The scattered sounds gradually grew louder, coalesced, and became more and more orderly and resounding.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the atmosphere here, which was originally awkward and cold, seemed to become solemn and dignified. All the participants felt a power, a strong sense of holiness, and instinctively became devout, an experience they would never forget.

Laura couldn't remember when the wedding banquet ended.

She only remembered that the atmosphere that day was very lively. Everyone enjoyed an endless feast, the delicacies of which they had never tasted before. There was also an endless supply of beer, and by the end, everyone was a little drunk.

They can also take away any leftovers.

The soldiers all chose to give all the food to their female companions—they were already tired of the food in the barracks.

When they left, the lord on the platform made them line up and receive a fur coat, not made of wool, but of wild animal hides.

Those cape-style coats were soft and warm.

Some are made from the combined pelts of a dozen or so minks, some from fox pelts, and some from otter, weasel, bear, beaver, and raccoon dog pelts.

This is something that would be impossible in the outside world.

Nobles have their noble demeanor, and farmers have their farmer demeanor; only class distinctions cannot be crossed.

Besides, heaven knows how much fur is needed to make a coat that can cover an adult's entire body. Tucker said that their lord used all the furs that had been hunted in the past in Siggar, so everyone got one.

The esteemed gentleman presented these gifts to all the newlyweds as wedding presents, wishing them a happy and fulfilling life together, and also issued them their marriage certificates.

(End of this chapter)