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

Chapter 283 Roman's Assassination by the Faceless Warrior
Roman is having a headache over the food problem.

Recruiting soldiers is tantamount to recruiting laborers—those who cannot produce and are purely consumed.

Two thousand new recruits is no small number, but we still need to recruit soldiers.

In theory, five thousand troops should be enough to deal with the current predicament.

But when it comes to troops, the more the better.

If we're going to fight, let's fight a one-sided victory!

Qualified young people will undergo multiple screenings, including physical fitness, height, and health, and ultimately an outstanding recruit will be sent to the military.

Roman was also overseeing the recruitment process.

On August 12th, Roman looked around at the noisy scene before him, where thousands of young people were lining up to register.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly.

Something is wrong?
I can’t say specifically.

He is a descendant of the Broken Armor, possessing an astonishingly strong intuition. Every Broken Archer has this ability.

When a sharp object is pointed at you, you will instinctively feel uneasy; it's like a special sixth sense.

Then, before Roman could figure it out, that feeling of unease surged to a rapid degree in a very short time.

Without hesitation, he grabbed one of the stewards next to him and pulled him toward him.

The steward stumbled, most of his body collided with the blowgun, and before he could react, he felt slight stinging pains all over his body. He had been hit by the blowgun and lost consciousness within seconds.

Roman used his body as a shield, backing away as he charged into the crowd.

Upon seeing this, more than ten assassins rushed out and ran towards Roman.

They moved swiftly, yet somewhat strangely, their speed far exceeding that of Roman.

However, after Roman rushed into the crowd, he kept pushing the people next to him backward to create obstacles.

Shouting at this point would be of no use to an assassin, and whether these brainless idiots around him could even understand the concept is another matter entirely.

He charged recklessly, making his route unpredictable, searching for a way to survive with a calm yet volatile rage.

Behind him, the assassins drew their rapiers, spread out, formed a circle, and attacked Roman.

Roman realized this and immediately stopped charging recklessly and fled in one direction.

An assassin encounters Roman, whose Holy Light Swordsmanship is swift and dangerous; in some ways, this assassin's swordsmanship is even more terrifying than Jet's.

Jet's Holy Light Sword Technique is a defensive tactic that combines offense with offense, steadily and surely driving the enemy into a corner step by step.

The enemy before us is different; they only attack and completely abandon defense.

Roman drew his short sword to meet the enemy.

He instantly realized that the assassin in front of him was probably at the third level, leaning towards agility. He lacked strength, but his attack speed and swordsmanship were truly terrifying.

Roman and the assassin exchanged only two brief blows before Roman slit the assassin's throat with a short sword.

The assassin's eyes were cold and ruthless, but he died with some surprise, probably because he didn't expect Roman to have such rich combat experience.

This is a life-or-death battle, unlike a drill. Anyone who makes a mistake will die.

It was obvious that he was the one who died.

These assassins may have been selected through rigorous processes since childhood, engaged in mutual slaughter, honed their skills in dark dungeons, and regularly committed murder and dissection, making them highly experienced and ruthless.

"A mere idiot who resorts to unorthodox methods dares to compete against me, an undefeated warrior!" Roman cursed.

After killing the man, he immediately ran out of the crowd and the square, and seeing a winding river in front of him, he jumped in without hesitation.

Pfft!
Ten seconds later.

The assassins stood by the river, having completely lost track of their target, looked at each other, and quickly retreated.

……

Four minutes later, Roman, soaking wet, rode back to the manor.

Most of the witches went to the military camp to train with the army. Edith, who stayed behind in the manor, was stunned when she saw his disheveled appearance, and then she felt a chill run down her spine.

……

One minute later.

The Warlock's giant eagle carried Margaret and Shasta away from the manor.

A bird's-eye view and wide-area search.

……

Twenty minutes later.

Roman changed his clothes; fifteen corpses lay on the ground.

They were all highly trained, but unfortunately they couldn't escape the combined pursuit of Margaret and Shasta.

“They are faceless assassins kept by the Vatican,” Shasta said.

She peeled off the skin of one of the assassins. The skin was loose and had been soaked in a special potion that could change their appearance while they were alive, but would lose its effect after they died.

The identity of the person they were disguised as has also been found out; they were hidden among the last batch of slaves sent by the pirates.

They are insidious killers.

They had slaughtered these assassins in the highest temple, but they were not all killed. The Pope could still send them on missions, but the number of them he could mobilize was much smaller.

Just as those familiar with witches are necessarily from the Papacy, those familiar with the Papacy are inevitably witches themselves.

The fifteen Faceless Death Knights encountered Shasta and Margaret as if they were mice in a cat's den.

Roman, however, felt a surge of rage, as if his life was being threatened.

He had already made up his mind!
Smash this era to pieces!
Now that determination is even stronger!
“He’ll regret this. He shouldn’t have sent so few men.” Roman was both calm and furious. “I’ll make him regret it!”

The witches also felt regret.

If Roman hadn't reacted quickly and possessed sufficient fighting skills, anyone who was even slightly slow or made a single wrong move would have met their demise on the spot.

By then, all strategic plans and grand ambitions will have vanished.

This incident served as a wake-up call for them.

Roman first suppressed the news to minimize its impact, and then arranged for police officers to slowly investigate potential threats to Origin City.

The incursion of the Papacy's army has unsettled many. If news of his assassination were to spread, it would only exacerbate social unrest, making development impossible.
On the contrary, as long as he is safe, even if the Holy See deploys 100,000 troops, Origin City will remain unmoved.

“Your Highness, let Margaret and I protect you,” Shasta said, her heart pounding with fear.

Roman has always given people a very special feeling.

Let me put it this way: when this figure stands on this land, it's hard to imagine what misfortune might befall him; his confident and strong heart is reflected in his words and actions.

He usually moves with ease and without any sense of tension. Occasionally, he reveals a mindset like that of a top predator in nature, as if nothing can threaten him. His demeanor is comparable to that of Lü Bu in the Three Kingdoms period.

This is why everyone subconsciously overlooks certain things.

I'm scared now; this must not happen again.

"You have given us the status of close attendants, so we must also do our proper job."

Shasta's face was aloof, her appearance dignified, and her beauty stunning. Since Neliel left, aside from the perpetually disheveled and taciturn Margaret, the Nightmare Witch has stood out as an exceptionally formidable fighter.

“Alright! From now on, you will follow me.” Roman nodded.

They couldn't accept the consequences of losing him.

Roman felt the same way; he couldn't accept the consequences of losing him.

To put it bluntly, even if everyone in the entire Origin City were to die, he couldn't die; he alone is more important than everyone else here.

(End of this chapter)