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

Chapter 224 One tree cannot make a forest

Roman had only known that the Witch Forest was the largest secret society of the time, but now he finally knew their true origins.

A group of court witches from the conqueror era.

By today's standards, it's definitely an antique, after all, it's been 120 years.

The Vatican hopes to eradicate the power of witches, but it lacks the power to do so.

Because the Fury Tide family has always kept the Papacy locked down.

Morey said the witch forest had received assistance from various parties.

Let's leave aside the King of Black Iron for now.

To be honest, the Nuchao family could definitely be considered a significant contributor.

Because it was the Grand Duke of Rage who held the Papacy's main force in check, preventing the Papacy from acting recklessly.

This gave the witch a huge breathing space.

Unfortunately, the witch also happened to possess the family heritage of two other Black Iron Dukes.

Rumors circulated that a witch assassinated the Grand Duke of Rift Armor and stole the Rift Armor family's inheritance.

They also secretly colluded with Perea to steal the Oak family's legacy.

But neither of these things can be thought about in detail.

Because that's not actually the case.

He offered it to her willingly, Roman thought.

Ulster must have given the Shield of Immortality to the witch.

The Oak family also used Perea to give the Sword of Glory to the witch.

Both the Archduke of Cracked Armor and the Archduke of Oak placed high hopes on the witch.

But no one expected that Ulster would die at the hands of the witch with irrefutable evidence.

Gael, who inherited the title of Duke of Cracked Armor, immediately turned his sword against the latter.

This year, he has thoroughly cleaned up and purged too many forces that colluded with witches.

The Earl of the Bucks in Buck Heights is only one of them.

The witch was instantly cornered.

They had no choice but to launch a suicidal attack on the Holy City, rushing into the temple and reportedly nearly beheading the Holy See.

But being just a little short is a huge difference; it's an insurmountable barrier, an impossible task.

Roman was even more surprised that the witch was able to break through in that situation.

Even in his grand strategic plan, he reserved the holy city and the fortress for last.

Because he didn't know what the latter's trump card was.

Therefore, the witch's failure was only to be expected.

They were courting death; it was just a pointless sacrifice.

On the other hand, if they didn't do that, they would both suffer losses with Gale.

Their scale is too large to be concealed.

Of course, it's not on a large scale now.

After all, most of them were already dead.

He asked, "So you're going to find the witch?"

“The responsibility of the Perea family members lies here…” Morey said bitterly.

He wondered, what was the point of all this?
He loathed those freaks who used magic and vowed never to have anything to do with them again.

But in the end, I still have to run around for them.

"A single tree cannot make a forest! Lord Roman, this is the family motto of Pereia—a single tree cannot make a forest! Do you know who this saying describes?"

Roman stared silently at Morey. The young businessman's face was filled with struggle.

"It was the conqueror who told the witch that a single tree cannot make a forest, which is also the origin of the name 'Witch Forest.' He said that the human race cannot do without witches, and we must join forces to resist the future catastrophe."

“I don’t know about the future catastrophe, nor do I know the purpose of witches, or why it has to be them. But there must be some truth to what such a great man said. That’s why the Pereia family regards this as their guiding principle, as their family motto, and now it’s affecting me too—I feel like I’m standing in a whirlpool, able to extricate myself, but forced to get involved, all for some grand scheme and future that I have no idea what it is!” He complained to Roman, treating him as someone he could confide in.

He didn't want to do that, but reality didn't think so.

He was deeply saddened, sensing a powerful force, invisible yet undeniably present, intricately entwined around him.

He was like a puppet on strings, being manipulated to dance on the stage of fate.

Can you guarantee your own safety?

"I have some skills in disguise, and I can impersonate someone else."

Roman nodded. "Then pretend to be a merchant, that's your specialty. I'll give you a ship and a few guards, so be prepared... If possible, help me transport some sulfur back, I'm really short of it right now."

The current mining methods are very primitive, so we can only light the gunpowder for now.

There is nothing that equivalence cannot solve.

If so, it means the equivalent is insufficient.

Demolish it directly!

This method is simple and direct, and can significantly increase the yield of mineral veins.

Furthermore, Roman also needs gunpowder to help him complete his future infrastructure projects.

However, the downside was that Roman only found one pyrite mine, which was far away, even more remote than a gold mine, and the treacherous terrain stretching for two hundred kilometers dispelled his idea of ​​mining it.

The mirabilite mine is quite close, but it's located in the mountains, making it much harder to mine than a gold mine.

Morey received Roman's promise, but he wasn't particularly happy; his feelings were quite complicated.

"If you find the witches, bring them back." As he turned to leave, he heard Roman's words, and a huge weight was lifted from his heart.

“You’ve solved another big problem for me,” he said.

Where else could he go?

He is now all alone.

I have no money, no power, and no capital. Now I'm penniless and have to beg for help from others to do anything.

He knew that there was a merchant named Daken in Origin Manor who hoped to obtain a ship and guards from the lord there. He had been working for more than a year, but the promise was still far from being fulfilled. Daken could only work even harder in order to shorten the time for fulfillment.

It was already quite remarkable that he was able to secure a ship and guards with just a few words.

"Perhaps, but I must tell you, Morey, you paid your price in the past, so I'm willing to help you, but the witches didn't, so I have conditions—"

"First, you must remain hidden and not reveal your whereabouts. I do not wish to become a primary target of both the Papacy and Gael at the same time."

"Secondly, the witches have to be paid. They have the right to negotiate prices with me, and they also have the right to refuse. But I will also refuse someone who refuses me. There is no room for negotiation."

Morey bowed slightly and said, "I understand. I will convey your message."

Roman watched Morey's departing figure, bit his finger, and then resumed his work at his desk.

He is now planning personnel changes across various departments in Origin City—involving promotions and appointments for most people.

Logically, Roman should have set up a human resources department to handle this matter.

But unfortunately, there are more pits than carrots.

Sais could do it, but he didn't have time.

Neel could do it, but she didn't have the time.

His knights were all muscle-bound idiots, none of them good at domestic affairs.

When it comes to troop deployment, morale boosting, and breaking through enemy lines, they are all chatterboxes, with endless topics to discuss.

But when it comes to political systems, personnel management, rules and procedures, they all become mute.

So far, Roman has asked Aaron and Green to come up with a more complete legion system, but so far it is only in its embryonic form.

(End of this chapter)