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

Chapter 26 I want to go home
"Dick, to thank me for your help, pledge your allegiance to me."

Even Dick himself didn't expect that Roman's first words to him would be this, and that he would say it so casually.

He paused for a moment and said, "I am Dick the traitor, a Master Eater. There is no place for me on this land."

Borg has caused too much trouble, so he had to take action this time. Otherwise, if Roman Liejia were to get into trouble, the entire town of Sig would face annihilation. Just because they fled to the mountains does not mean they are not afraid of worldly forces.

Grand Duke Liejia may be old, but the Liejia family will not tolerate such a thing happening.

Roman opened his palm, a smile playing on his lips, and said with a gleam in his eye, "How about I provide you with this place to stay?"

Dick was taken aback again. It was one thing for the new lord not to threaten him, but why was he saying he wanted to give him a home?
Do you really know what I've done in the past? Aren't you afraid I'll cut your head off too?

Dick was greatly puzzled, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "I have never considered such a thing."

He didn't hesitate to assume the worst about others. This young lord appeared warm and gentle, but he was a ruthless character through and through—the wolf blood on his clothes was still steaming, and there was quite a bit splattered on his neck and face, yet he still had a smiling face that sent chills down one's spine—who knows, once he actually nodded in agreement, Roman might smash his wine glass at dinner, and five hundred axemen would immediately jump out from under the table and carry his head to collect the reward.

That's quite normal. What he did was too heinous, and only ten years have passed. The Black Iron Kingdom should still have issued an arrest warrant for him.

But I have to admit, he was tempted.

This statement was incredibly appealing to him, who was displaced from his home.

Seeing Dick hesitate, Roman knew he had a chance, and his bad mood brightened up.

Just then, another figure walked over from a distance, carrying a bloody wolf head in his hand.

Roman then realized that the battle on the alpha wolf's side had also ended.

The person who ended the battle was also a stranger.

When the man got closer, Roman saw that he was unremarkable in appearance, of medium build, wearing tattered and dirty leather armor, as if he hadn't bathed in years, and with a very indifferent expression.

Without needing an introduction, Roman could guess the man's background.

“Jett, the deserter from the battlefield…”

When Jet heard Roman calling him, he paused, somewhat at a loss, and finally chose to bow to Roman in greeting.

Roman continued, "Your martial arts skills are quite good. Would you like to come and help me with some tasks?"

To be able to kill the alpha wolf so quickly and without injury, he must be at least a second-tier superhuman, definitely stronger than Aaron—Aaron has reached the standard of a second-tier superhuman in all aspects, but unfortunately his attack power is somewhat low.

Just like Dick before him, Jet was stunned.

Dick gave Roman a strange look.

So you say that to everyone?

Dick felt a mix of emotions.

Jett's response was quite direct: "I refuse."

"You're so blunt, aren't you afraid I'll have you killed?"

Jett took a step back. "If you come and cut me... then I'll have to run somewhere else."

Shasta suddenly said, "Roman Rift Armor, I've killed all the wolves for you. Now you can let Gweil come with me."

Roman glanced at her sideways: "When did I agree to this?"

Shasta fell silent. She knew Roman hadn't agreed, but hadn't she also contributed?

If I fail to hold off and deal with the two wolves, even if Dick and Jet arrive to help, at least half of your guards will be killed or wounded.

Are you trying to turn your back on me?

At that moment, another group of people arrived in the mountains and forests.

Mo'er wiped the sweat from his forehead. The mountain road was difficult to walk, and given his physique, he must have lost at least half a pound of weight from running this far today.

But there's nothing he can do; if something happens to Roman, he'll never have to lose weight again.

He rushed as fast as he could, but he was still a step too late. The battle was clearly over, with wolf carcasses scattered everywhere, indicating a fierce fight. Roman was standing there unharmed, covered in blood, but didn't seem to be in any danger.

Moore was overjoyed: "Mr. Roman, it's so good that you're alright."

Roman glanced at Moore, who had been attacked by a brown bear at Garin's cabin earlier. Although there were no casualties, seven soldiers were wounded, most of them with broken bones. He had no choice but to temporarily settle them at Garin's cabin.

Garin had herbs for healing wounds. Mordo had probably heard the wolf howls, so he called for three lightly wounded guards and hunters to come to his aid, which was a great challenge for the cowardly Mordo.

This guy passed.

When Moore first saw that Roman was alright, he seemed very happy, but when he saw Jet and Dick, his expression became somewhat strained, especially when he saw the ragged girl hiding behind Dick, his face became even more strained.

He knew the girl; the agricultural official still remembered the residents of Sig.

Gweil also met Mor. She was no stranger to this agricultural official of Sigge Town. Local officials were more powerful than county officials. Even if Roman was really the lord of Sigge Town, he was not as intimidating to her as Mor.

So she hid even deeper, trembling behind Dick.

Dick sighed and patted her little head.

Roman had also realized the current situation, so he spoke frankly: "Let's discuss the issue of Gweil's ownership next."

Shasta firmly stated, "I must take her with me!"

“See, this negotiation has stalled.” Roman pondered for a moment. “Since we’re both determined to get it, let’s let Gweil decide for herself.”

Roman had no choice but to compromise; the black-haired witch before him was too powerful, and he could not afford to suffer any more losses.

Jet and Dick might not help him either.

Shasta frowned, realizing this was the best option.

“Alright!” Shasta nodded, then looked at the little witch, “So, Gweil, would you like to come with me?”

Suddenly becoming the center of attention must have been a heavy psychological burden for Gweil.

“I don’t know…” Gweil was terrified beyond measure.

She didn't know why both Shasta and Roman valued her so much. Even though she was just a jinx, they had such a fierce conflict over her, almost coming to blows.

She looked at Dick with pleading eyes, but the man who had once taken such good care of her turned his head away.

She then looked at Jet, but the deserter of the battlefield did not respond to her either.

They left the choice to Gweil herself.

At that moment, Gweil thought of many things.

She thought of her mother's pained and desperate expression when her witch identity was exposed, and her father's hysteria in bed.

On that cold night, she was as helpless as a newborn child. The door was pushed open, and her mother, in a sorrowful final embrace, held her in her arms and hung a cloth bag full of peas around her neck. These peas were the family's rations for the next three days. After her father broke his leg, these rations had become crucial, and they would have to borrow grain from the agricultural officer, Mohr, even if they had to repay double the amount after the autumn harvest.

Immediately afterwards, her mother painfully pushed her away, telling her to escape to the mountains and never come down again, and never let anyone know. She arrived in the deep mountains in a daze, but the power of the curse still lingered around her, affecting everything around her.

She doesn't know how she survived the past two years. She found rabbits that had crashed into trees and died, picked edible wild fruits, and gathered non-poisonous mushrooms, but this barely guaranteed her most basic survival needs. She spent every day in hunger and cold.

If it weren't for Uncle Dick giving her a huge bear skin, Brother Jet giving her lots of meat, Grandpa Garin treating her illness and helping her recover, Grandpa Borg telling her about survival in the mountains, the hunters bringing her all sorts of living supplies, and her mother always finding ways to squeeze out a portion of food from home and regularly come to the mountains to give it to her, she probably would have died during her first winter.

No matter how many difficulties, pains, loneliness, or daily struggles she faced, she never considered leaving. She always remembered her mother's teachings—never go down the mountain.

Is it okay now?

Is that okay?

Is it really okay?

Uncle Dick is here.

Uncle Jet is here too.

The agricultural official, Lord Mole, is here.

The lord I've never heard of before is here.

Ms. Shasta, who was willing to take her away, was also here.

Is all of this finally coming to an end?
Gweil tilted her little face up, her eyes glistening with tears. The tears streamed down her face, making her dirty little face look somewhat radiant.

She said, "I want to go home..."

(End of this chapter)