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

Chapter 291 Adding insult to injury
"That's what she said?" Roman sat on the throne, looking at a parchment letter in his hand.

The letter was sent by Neel.

She led her army to land at Sea Fortress, quickly quelled the rebellion, and stood on the deep-sea altar to display the deep-sea secret power she possessed. The bloodline of the successive lords of Sea Fortress awakened within her, and everyone knelt at her feet.

A few days later, she won the war, laying the foundation for her rule, and her fame soared.

However, production in Heibao had been in decline for a long time, and everything was in need of rebuilding. There was an urgent need to restore production, and the materials obtained during the war also needed to be put into the reconstruction movement.

"Yes, the new Lord of Sea Castle is quite powerful now."

A black raven stood on the table and answered Roman in a hoarse voice.

This bird is extremely intelligent and can mimic human speech; the soul of the Warcraft witch resides within it.

"How impressive?" he wondered, imagining Neel's appearance.

Her fair face was exquisitely beautiful, her deep blue eyes shimmered, and her flowing hair and waist swayed gently.

He'd never seen a girl like that who could be so imposing.

"She looks radiant!" the crow exclaimed. "The people there are practically treating her like an ancestor resurrected. She says that the shipyard can't be built yet; the infrastructure of the sea fortress needs to be rebuilt first."

“That’s good.” Roman nodded gently.

He also paid great attention to people's livelihood. If workers do not have a good environment, they will not get half the results in anything they do.

"How did she do it?"

"It's the same thing you did. First, build a kitchen, then gather all the manpower to build the houses. Since there wasn't enough clay in Haibao, she transported soil from other places, going back and forth like that..."

“Nonsense,” Roman criticized.

Different environmental conditions mean that simply copying others' methods won't work.

“She doesn’t do that anymore,” said the raven, “but her people are all willing to go along with her nonsense, and no one opposes her.”

Roman stopped caring about these things. Development would encounter all sorts of problems, and he would eventually figure out how to proceed.

"This is a gift from Lady Neliel."

The crow tossed the cloth bag from its claws to Roman. It had traveled thousands of miles over ten days, crossing mountains and valleys in the winter, and would have frozen to death in the wild long ago if not for the agate in its feathers.

The bag was frozen solid, and the ice and snow residue left in the gaps from the flight had not yet melted.

Roman tore open the cloth bag and saw twenty or thirty crystal-clear, round and soft white pearls lying quietly inside.

Each pearl is of high quality and has an amazing luster; these pearls alone represent a considerable fortune.

No one dislikes such a luminous and rounded gem, and Roman was no exception; he fell in love with it at first sight.

"Your Highness, could you give me one?" The witch from the monsters approached with a shameless grin. She had already guessed what was in the bag and had been itching to try it the whole way.

Roman glanced at it, casually took out a pearl from inside, and handed it to it.

This stuff is full of energy and has beauty and health benefits.

It is precious, but not very useful, and cannot be compared with amber, moonstone, etc.

If it's for making magic potions, it falls into the category of energy-boosting and recovery potions, but it's a specialty of Sea Fort, so it's perfectly normal to give it to him as a gift.

"Thank you, Your Highness." The crow's voice was sharp and hoarse, exceptionally unpleasant to hear.

Roman took another look at the parchment letter.

Neliel might indeed be as spirited and dashing as Charlotte said, in Sea Castle. But their relationship level has not decreased but increased, from 82% to 85%, perhaps out of gratitude, perhaps because of interests, or perhaps... a deeper reason.

The letter clearly stated that she had recruited 4,000 soldiers in the Sea Castle, and the results were beginning to show. Of the 1,000 troops that Roman had sent out, 700 could return, but only one complete infantry battalion remained there.

Furthermore, she dispatched six literate sea fortress maids to work at the school, to learn the order of Origin City, and, if possible, to receive the blessing of the King of the Valley.

Roman immediately saw through Neliel's ulterior motives. She wasn't here to learn from others; she was clearly here to learn from others.

But he didn't care about Nellie's ulterior motives.

Schools are really lacking in teaching staff right now.

Since Nellie left, the school has been somewhat chaotic, and so far, only a little over two hundred students have graduated in the fall and winter.

Theoretically speaking, with the first batch of graduates, the second batch shouldn't be far behind.

Therefore, Roman felt that the graduation process was a bit slow.

Having more people who can manage the school should speed things up.

However, of the two groups mentioned in the letter, he paid more attention to the former than the latter.

"Have the seven hundred veterans returned...?" Roman murmured.

These veterans weren't idle at Sea Fort.

Earl Bailey was one of the main culprits in the fall of Seaburg, and nobody wanted an enemy neighbor, so he immediately sent troops.

Upon learning the news, other forces acted decisively, mobilizing their armies to suppress the rebellion and prevent Haibao from making a comeback.

This time, instead of selling her, they plan to behead her and display her to the public, completely cutting off all of Haibao's means of survival.

However, what no one expected was that when their army attacked the sea fortress and that weak woman...

Suddenly, a fist the size of a sandbag appeared behind that seemingly frail figure, knocking them to the ground.

A thousand heavily armored soldiers appeared, captured Count Bailey alive in the war, and obtained a large ransom and supplies in exchange. Then they began to intimidate all sides.

Because the sea fort was initially unable to protect itself, it relied entirely on these veterans to hold the fort together.

Anyone who dares to mock me will be slapped, and anyone who dares to reach out will have their hand chopped off.

In just six months, Haibao had experienced more than ten battles, large and small, killing and capturing more than two thousand enemy soldiers, while losing only forty or fifty of its own men. It could be said that it had been through many battles.

"They came from the north; the roads are difficult to travel in winter," the black crow interjected.

Roman gave her the position of head of the intelligence department, responsible for transmitting intelligence, and now she is the only one in the department.

Roman nodded. "I understand."

"This year is colder than usual. It rained in some places and snowed in others. The rain was heavy and the snow was heavy too. When I passed through the north, I found that many people had frozen to death. No one was there to collect their bodies, and their families had also frozen to death. The father was holding his wife, the wife was holding their child, and the three of them lay on the roadside... This kind of road is not easy to travel on," said the Warcraft Witch.

Roman nodded. "I understand."

The Warcraft witch didn't care about that; she only mentioned what she had seen on the road and that the troops would soon return.

In fact, when those veterans heard that Origin City was besieged, they all wished they could grow wings and fly back, but they were worried about the situation at Sea Fortress, so they stayed here and were no longer willing to delay.

Neel contacted the pirates, who traveled on an Arctic longship and, with the help of the north wind, returned very quickly.

……

Having completed its task, the crow carried the pearl in its beak and flew towards the icy outside world to find its true form.

Roman sat alone on the throne, quietly gazing at the snow-covered landscape.

The country was in turmoil, the land was in chaos, and the north had experienced large-scale wars. Many people were homeless, their houses were burned down, their fields were destroyed, and they could only become refugees, eventually freezing to death by the roadside.

This is the result of making a poor family's situation even worse.

When he was first granted the title of Ulster, the land was far from peaceful and prosperous; at the very least, it was a time of great suffering.

Now we can't even endure hardship!

Damn it! How did it become like this in just three short years!
The King of the Valley rose angrily from his throne and slammed his fist hard on the table!
(End of this chapter)