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

Chapter 211 The Sixth Recruitment

In Roman's view, Gavial now possesses four basic spells.

The names of those Dharma seals are not mentioned.

Essentially, it's called mental interference, energy impact, defensive shield, and mental meditation.

The effectiveness of mental interference depends on the enemy's mental will; in any case, Roman felt he was controlled for a second or half a second.

The energy impact is equivalent to the force of a ten-year-old child swinging a wooden stick at full power and hitting them.

Both spells have a range of about seven or eight meters in diameter.

The defensive shield can only be activated at close range. However, it cannot stop arrows, swords, spears, or halberds.

Mental meditation is a spell that works on oneself and is not suitable for combat, but it allows one to quickly enter a state of focused concentration.

Each spell requires approximately ten seconds of preparation time before it can be cast, and even longer cooldown time.

Of course, this is the power of the spells that Gavial controls.

Sanna's magic is stronger.

There are some basic spells that Gavier needs to master.

But for Sanna, that was truly the basics.

Forming hand seals is merely an auxiliary means of casting spells.

Sanna doesn't need to form hand seals; she can instinctively raise a defensive shield.

Energy shocks and mental interference are also readily available.

As for mental meditation, he did not have as deep a grasp of it as Gweil.

This is because the two have different focuses in their talents.

Roman called Gweil over not only to inquire about her studies.

"How well have you mastered your innate magical abilities?"

Gweil looked troubled.

"It's not very good," she said softly. She had tried her best, but she was clueless and helpless.

"To what extent can we achieve this now?"

"I don't know," Gweil said dejectedly.

Sanna's innate magical abilities are outstanding.

Now he can leap two meters high, just like a rabbit.

When it runs, it's like a cheetah, with a speed of twelve or thirteen meters per second.

She can lift a 200-pound stone with both hands, which is twice the weight of Sanna, and that's not even her limit.

It has a dog-like sense of smell, a cat-like hearing, a keen sense of taste, amazing vision, and a highly developed sense of touch.

He's practically a little superman.

But what does she have?
Gweil was heartbroken, feeling as if she were being crushed.

Roman disagreed, saying that Sanna's skills were nothing special, and she wasn't even guaranteed to win against a first-tier knight.

You asked her if she would win, and she said she would.

Then he was killed by a single punch from the conquering knight.

They weigh 200 pounds, and you only weigh 100 pounds. If you don't die, who will?
"Why are you pouting like that!" Roman said, displeased.

He lifted her chin and slapped her across the face.

"You need to be as calm and collected as a witch! Why are you so cowardly at the slightest setback! You look like a peasant woman whose husband has been stolen by a mistress! You need to stand up straight!"

Gweil stared at Roman for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"I know." She touched her face, feeling a slight pain, and felt inexplicably shy.

She liked it this way—talking to him, touching him, interacting with him—he wasn't free every day, but each time he made her feel happy. She wrote down the feelings she had when she was with him, and could savor them at night, sometimes feeling a tingling sensation.

"Come on, tell me now how to use your abilities?"

"I endow all things with a future destiny, and destiny will determine the future of all things, until it is fulfilled or vanishes."

"Who taught you to say that?"

"Grandpa Garin."

"Stop mimicking that old man, speak like a normal person!"

"I can change my destiny, but I don't know if I can make that promise."

She cursed Sanna to freeze and starve to death in winter, her body to be devoured by wild beasts.

However, the curse may not necessarily come true this year; it could be ten or twenty years from now, or it might never be triggered before death. This is because the conditions for triggering the curse are quite stringent.

Sanna lives in Origin Manor, where she is always warmly dressed every winter, and most of the wild animals have been killed off. How could an accident happen out of nowhere?

It also depends on the strength of the cursed object.

After learning about Sanna's abilities, Roman felt that even if he hadn't arrived in time that night, Sanna would most likely not have died, as humans can unleash a powerful survival ability in dire situations.

What's wrong with an awakened little witch strangling a wolf to death with her bare hands?
In other words, Gweil cannot truly determine the fate of all things; at most, she can only influence it, like a cold, venomous snake lurking in destiny, biting when it finds an opportunity, and letting it go when it doesn't.

But this still made Roman very satisfied.

After all, this is a power of destiny.

Once Gweil grows up, there will be so many things she can do.

So the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

“Gerva, wish me luck,” Roman said with a smile.

Gweil smiled slightly, pursing her lips.

“I wish you good luck,” she said.

"Not enough, keep going, I love to hear it."

"Good luck, good luck, good luck..." Gweil couldn't help but laugh as she spoke.

For some reason, she was overjoyed and beamed with happiness.

She offered her blessings with utmost sincerity.

She desperately wanted to use her abilities to help him, even if it was insignificant, but she kept repeating it over and over again, and silently repeating it countless times in her heart.

"Great." Roman patted Gweil's head.

"My Lady of Fortune is helping me like this, so there's no reason why I shouldn't be able to draw good cards."

Gweil couldn't understand what Roman was saying in the second half of his sentence, but she understood the words "Goddess of Fortune".

She was overjoyed, yet also a little shy, and suddenly leaned in to kiss his forehead.

"This is a kiss from Lady Luck, you will definitely succeed!" she whispered, feeling a burning numbness on her cheeks, biting her lip as she left.

Roman chuckled to himself.

Whether it's useful or not.

Start pumping!
……

The recruitment pool was shrouded in chaos, and the number of starlight in the pool was increasing.

Now, it vaguely feels like a starry sky.

Roman was always satisfied with his meeting with her.

But just thinking that most of them are fools with no potential makes one sigh with regret.

Hopefully, Gweil's blessing will work.

……

After the recruitment ended.

Roman looked helplessly at the two hundred newly added low-star apostles.

There are 3 three-star apostles, 28 two-star apostles, and the rest are all one-star apostles.

His current star count after 200 draws is only slightly more than the star count after 150 draws last time.

After all, two five-star characters, Gavi and Sanna, are worth more than ten one-star characters.

The overall quality of this group of apostles is too poor.

Clearly, Gweil's blessing did not work, or rather, it is not working now.

Roman had no choice but to accept reality.

The reality is that this terrible era simply doesn't have many talented people.

"If only I could seize a city," Roman thought.

Cities are a manifestation of human beings' transformation of nature, and it is very difficult to support a city.

Cities can only be born on the territories of great nobles.

The city of Roman origin, though called a city, is actually a product of the combination of towns and villages.

His residential area is scattered among large tracts of farmland.

Roman ordered them to work nearby to save time and energy, so that they were not actually densely distributed.

(End of this chapter)