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

Chapter 266 Don’t say you didn’t predict what you said

Alex may be farsighted and have a long-term vision.

But Visette certainly didn't; he was more natural.

Roman left them hanging for half a day while he was having sex with Neliel, which made Visette furious.

Can he stand being wronged like this?
He might want to show his fists to warn the nobleman before him, or better yet, simply kill a few guards—in the pirates' minds, this was a demonstration of power.

He was pinned to the ground as soon as he made a move.

Margaret sat to Roman's side, her posture dignified yet silent, much like a court witch.

Upon seeing Roman wave, she dispelled the spell.

Visette was under-oxygenated and almost lost consciousness. Her eyes glazed over, and in a daze, she saw a scene of dragons dancing wildly.

In the ancient legends of Ego, fallen warriors enter another eternal world, a world more mysterious and fantastical than the earth itself, a world created by dragons.

He almost died.

But this doesn't count as a heroic death in battle; it's just being hit on the head with a club, then stuffed into a sack and thrown into the water to drown—a humiliating death.

His powerful physique allowed him to quickly regain his composure. But Visette still felt cold in his hands and feet.

He glanced at the witches beside the King of the Valley—not just one, but more than ten, lined up neatly and waiting quietly beside him.

“Wizard…” Visette said in Igor.

There were plenty of spellcasters in the pirate camp, so he was no stranger to magic.

Even under the Pirate King's command, there were only a handful of spellcasters who could subdue him in a single move, and without exception, they all held extremely high positions, requiring the Pirate King to treat them with a smile.

"This is a misunderstanding!" Finn said anxiously.

“There’s no misunderstanding!” Roman said.

Finn felt utterly helpless.

Not all pirates are suited to be merchants.

They can't stand being wronged; they want to kill anyone they don't like, and they like to kick any obstacle they encounter.

it's good now.

They've kicked a hornet's nest.

The people of this land call themselves barbarians, but are they wrong?
Even Finn, who was also from Ego, thought that all his fellow countrymen were unreasonable barbarians.

Alex was able to subdue them not because of his shrewdness or foresight, but because he was more of a pirate than any other pirate; he was the king of pirates.

“We are willing to pay compensation. Do you think five hundred slaves would be acceptable?” Finn asked tentatively.

The Pirate King hired Visette to do business with him in the hope of establishing a stable trade route, not to disrupt it.

Viset was a truly powerful warrior who once beat a fourth-tier fully armored knight to death. If he hadn't encountered a spellcaster, he wouldn't have ended up in such a state.

He came out with him perfectly fine; he can't go back missing an arm or a leg, can he?

Roman sighed and said, “Origin City has huge preferential policies for merchants. Others charge a gold coin in trade tax, but I only need half a silver coin. I hope you can do business here, and I will provide you with the fairest treatment.”

“But you have no respect for me. Your companions would kill me at the sight of me, yet you hope to appease my anger with money and slaves…”

"A thousand slaves! Your Majesty, please give me your word."

Finn didn't want to lose this route; not everyone could provide a force of ten thousand men.

The King of the Valley immediately rose from his chair.

"Finn, Finn, what have I done to deserve such disrespect?"

He approached Finn and said, "You want to exchange benefits for my forgiveness, but if someone in the future uses even greater benefits to commit even greater mistakes, should I also forgive their transgressions?"

"To be frank, you have no intention of following the order I have set. Your companions will not even kneel down and call me King of the Valley."

Finn looked at Visette. The latter felt it was a great humiliation, but even more humiliating was that he could not refuse.

He was defeated in that instant of confrontation, and the loser has nothing.

Visette knelt on one knee, gritting her teeth as she said, "King of the Valley, please forgive me..."

“You’ve wasted the food I gave you,” Roman said indifferently. “There aren’t many things I can’t tolerate, but wasting food is definitely one of them. If you were my subject, I would turn people like you into fertilizer!”

Visette didn't understand what fertilizer was, but he understood Roman's gaze.

The witches were also watching; he knew that the spellcasters were loyal to the man before him.

If he does anything wrong, blood will be spilled here in the next second.

This vulgar, barbaric, and arrogant pirate warrior had no choice but to crawl on the floor, pick up the meat steak that he had trampled on with his hands, put it in his mouth and gnawed on it, swallowing the juicy steak.

The taste was superb; even the Pirate King's table never had such pork chops with absolutely no fishy smell. I wonder how they were raised.

Even if it gets stepped on by a dirty boot, it's still delicious.

But Visette was not happy at all; her mind was filled with endless anger and resentment.

"Would you like to sit down and have something to eat too?" Roman asked Finn. He didn't want to fall out with the pirates either; otherwise, finding customers like them wouldn't be easy.

However, trade is ultimately about mutual benefit and will not be destroyed by temporary conflicts.

"I don't need it."

Seeing Visette's flushed face, the pirate merchant dared not do anything to provoke him.

“That’s a real shame,” said the King of the Valley.
"However, you've come at the right time. Please convey my message to Pirate King Alex—in the north, there lies a land called Sea Castle, which belongs neither to the King of Iceland nor the King of Black Iron. It has been ravaged by various factions. The current lord of Sea Castle has pledged his allegiance to me, hoping to save that land, and I have agreed..."

The King of the Valley looked at the two men, his crimson eyes intensely focused. He said patiently, "Do you understand what I mean? I will send troops to help the Lord of the Sea Fortress. If Alex wants to target that place, then he should change his mind. It will be better for both of us—don't blame me for not explaining this beforehand."

"Understood! Understood!" Finn nodded repeatedly.

He hadn't shown this serious expression or this oppressive gaze when Visette had angered him before.

He understood how important this matter was.

There is plenty of land in the Black Iron Lands, so there is no need to worry about the gains or losses of a single city or place. The weapons obtained from the valleys will allow them to conquer ten times the land.

Visette stood up from the ground without saying a word.

Roman thought Visette would hold a grudge.

But it didn't matter; he used an open strategy, crushing them squarely and honestly.

How much power would Visette need to trip him up?

Will Alex stand idly by if he makes a big move?

The pirates were already fighting against both the King of Iceland and the Grand Duke of Cracked Armor.

Because there is only so much developed land.

This time, the pirates didn't just rob and run; it was an organized and premeditated invasion.

They want to carve out large amounts of land from Iceland and the Black Iron Kingdom to establish a foothold—that's how Iceland was founded a century ago, and now the Arctic barbarians are coming back to occupy new land.

If Alex had any sense, he wouldn't provoke another King of the Valley.

Roman didn't say much to the two of them, but conveyed his meaning clearly.

The two left Origin Manor, and Roman waved to Seth.

He said, "Spread the word that the Pirate King's messenger was punished by the King of the Valley for doing something wrong, and let everyone know about it."

Seth nodded and got to work.

(End of this chapter)