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

Chapter 276 feels great
Roman is undergoing a transformation; the recruitment and promotion of apostles will also drive his own advancement.

They grew up together.

His army is also transforming at an extremely rapid pace.

It was so crazy that even squad leaders and company commanders had their doubts, let alone the soldiers.

Jet, as the leader, couldn't offer an explanation.

Because Roman didn't explain it to him either.

So the army privately called this change a blessing—and it could only be attributed to a blessing.

However, the word "blessing" cannot be used casually.

According to the faith of the Vatican, the gods have the power to bless and can bless believers.

This phenomenon is now occurring among non-believers, but it's not accurate to say they aren't believers, because they genuinely revere and trust a...person.

Pooh!
Who came from here!

This is clearly an evil god!

Jet comes from a good family; he was once a swordsman in Sinnoh and a believer in the gods.

But he did not believe that Roman was an evil god.

Origin City had extremely high steel production, massive gold mining output, countless ransoms from the Spring Rain War, and thousands of gems, but all those valuable resources had vanished without a trace.

Roman claimed he hid those things in his treasure vault.

But everyone knows it's a lie.

He's a complete pragmatist; how could he possibly hoard resources?

Based on their understanding of Roman, the young nobleman, after acquiring a large amount of resources, should have given each squad leader a ruby ​​to better help the army grow.

The reason he doesn't use it is because he must have already used it.

Through some unknown sorcery, he sacrificed extraordinary resources to bless his army.

Equivalent exchange; what you give is what you receive.

This makes sense in alchemy.

There's no need to pry too deeply.

This level of alchemy is absolutely top-tier and the most powerful, comparable to a miracle.

Jeter doesn't care about the process; he only cares about the result.

Dick didn't care; he figured it was fine if he didn't ask, and asking wouldn't bring any good news.

Green and Aaron had tried to subtly inquire about it, mainly because they were worried about the potential dangers.

In ancient legends, those who mastered this method were usually making deals with demons. Some were resurrected, some became the most powerful superhumans, some gained invincible armies, and some went mad in their later years—those terrifying beings were not so easy to deal with.

Roman told them not to worry.

If there truly is a demon, then he is the greatest demon.

Witches ally with demons. He's even protecting witches; in the eyes of the Vatican, what else could he be but a demon?
Forget about providing shelter, he's even planning to train witches.

Roman hoped to obtain a method for discovering witches from the witch forest.

However, the result was not ideal.

Anyone can become a wizard, given the right resources.

The problem isn't the selection of personnel, but the lack of resources.

The potion the prophet gave to Gweil would have cost thousands of gold coins to produce during the Conquerors' era.

Those materials come from the ocean, from Igor, from Wandong, from the dense forest, from the dragons... not counting the magical materials from Cangyue.

The potions were expensive, and the conquerors, with their immense power, could only produce them in small batches.

That won't work now; there's a lack of sufficiently strong political support.

The potion in Gweil's bottle contained materials that had survived from a hundred years ago. After more than a hundred years of consumption, very little of it remained.

The second method is to find people with high potential and awaken their spellcasting talents.

If someone awakens to become a witch, and if their potential is high enough, the prophet can use the magic mirror to determine the location of the awakened person.

However, this process is quite unpredictable; the time and place are random, and it's normal for a high-ranking witch to not appear for ten years or more. But the prophet's spells can be used on mortals; if that mortal has the potential to cast spells, they can be turned into a witch or wizard.

This method is controllable.

However, the downside is that the selection process is very troublesome and cannot be widely screened. If a big commotion is caused, then you can expect the Papacy knights to knock on your door.

She was a court sorceress during the conquerors' era.

If given ample time and favorable conditions, she could create a second witch forest.

But she couldn't help Roman, and she didn't even dare to leave Cangyue.

The Vatican's pursuit of her was far more intense than their pursuit of Shasta.

……

Spellcasters are an important part of the extraordinary strategy.

Roman's requirements are not high; he just wants to be able to form the prototype of a spellcaster legion by next year.

This was made possible by the generous support of the witch forest.

Shasta's group are battle witches with formidable strength, but unfortunately, their numbers are too few to meet the legion's needs.

The witch Lin sent some research-oriented witches to help him find mortals with the potential to cast spells.

Then, it will be Roman's problem to figure out how to get the other party to become the spellcaster.

He believes there must be a simpler way to detect the strength of a human's spellcasting potential, but current technology hasn't developed to that point.

Once developed, mass production of spellcasters is not a pipe dream.

A powerful witch like Martina, once healed, is no weaker than a fifth-tier knight. If she can adapt to military mode, she is a natural female general—she may not be good at commanding, but she will definitely be incredibly fierce in a charge.

……

After resolving the witch's matter, Roman found Gweil.

She was feeding the little donkey hay over at the stable.

"Roman, shall I name it?" Gweil asked, looking up. She had a thin air about her and her face was pale.

“Take whatever you want,” he said.

“Then… let’s call her Ami,” Gweil said. “What do you think?”

"pretty good."

"Then hurry up and call it."

"Okay, Ami, that's enough."

Gweil's eyes narrowed with laughter. "When can I eat Ami?"

She thought it was a gift from Roman that he had specifically given to her to eat.

"Why do you always think about food? It has many uses. In a few years, you won't think like this anymore." Roman patted Gweil's head.

"Yes, I can have Ami pull the millstone for me. Ami, you must grow up well and be healthy." She suddenly realized.

Roman chuckled and said, "You can pull the millstone for me first."

“Then let’s go quickly.” Gweil took Roman’s hand. “I’ve been braving the rain these past few days to bless Seven Acres.” She said, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Sure enough, Roman praised her, "Gervais, you did a great job, you are my pride, but there are still many acres left."

"It can always be finished." She mimicked Roman, gently waving her fist.

Seeing her strong and cheerful demeanor, Roman felt both gratified and bittersweet.

That's how it is in the early stages of a power's rise; everything has to be started from scratch.

He placed an immense burden on her shoulders. She could have slacked off when he wasn't looking, but she didn't.

He held her in his arms: "It'll be alright once this period is over, everything will be fine then, I swear!"

The little witch paused for a moment, then buried her face in his chest.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She had no complaints to begin with, she just felt...this feeling...is very good...

(End of this chapter)