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

Chapter 299 You Just Barged In (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader)

The situation was still unstable, and supplies and personnel had not yet been delivered, so Roman could only do some simple official duties in the castle.

Then, he discovered a big problem.

That means his Origin Farm has grown bigger!

Originally just that basin, it became part of the Origin Farm after Condre became the City of Abundance.

Roman was overjoyed.

This means that as long as he can acquire more land, he can use the farm map to find more resources.

The recruitment pool has also been expanded.

The inhabitants of Origin City and Abundance City are all in this pool.

After discovering this, he returned to his room in the castle and checked it over and over for a long time.

"Good good!"

Expand! Farm! Min! Mass produce troops!
These things are more important than anything else.

The number of apostles is now somewhat insufficient.

Roman is preparing for his eighth recruitment drive, this time to recruit one thousand apostles!

As the number of people increased, Roman also received more resources.

Therefore, the number of recruitments increased each time.

Of course, recruitment is just recruitment; improving attributes is always the biggest drain on resources.

Those apostles with no potential are not worth promoting.

Roman was calculating the number of his apostles.

Currently, there are three main categories: production, management, and military.

Production and management were less common, while the military accounted for a larger share.

However, even if several hundred apostles are spread across an army of several thousand, the number is still limited.

But after Roman gave the apostles a different class, the number of each class became even smaller.

For example, he currently has a super team consisting of forty snipers, fifty vanguards, fifty heavy armorers, and seventy guards, with the fewest special forces having fewer than thirty members, and only a few witches serving as mages.

These are only special-class apostles, not all apostles.

For example, the snipers in the archer battalion are quite special. They are listed as a separate sniper team and can usually command the archers as squad leaders. It can only be said that their military positions and professions are well-matched.

Roman's army was still based on infantry battalions.

Even if most apostles changed jobs, they all served as squad leaders or company commanders in infantry battalions, which cannot be considered as simple professions.

The so-called expansion of the military means both improving its quality and increasing its quantity.

We must grasp both aspects!
Only then can it be considered complete!

Roman was filled with excitement. If he had enough resources, he could lead his invincible superhuman army to sweep across the entire land.

Face this terrible land, strengthen it fiercely, inject it powerfully!
Whenever Roman imagined the future, he felt intense excitement, and his body would react involuntarily.

At that moment, he heard a noise coming from the doorway, very light footsteps.

Roman opened his eyes and instantly sat up, bowing. "Shasta, what are you doing here?"

“Your Highness, I see you are asleep in bed. This is not the manor, and it’s cold outside…” the Nightmare Witch said, standing at the door. Her room and Margaret’s room were next to Roman’s.

The castle rooms were cold and damp. Roman's room had been cleaned by Margaret, and the bedding had been brought from the manor. He was going to live here long-term, and his living supplies would be prepared in advance.

She came in for no other reason than to cover him with a blanket.

Roman was silent for a moment, then said, "Come in, sit next to me, and close the door."

"Yes." Shasta closed the door and walked over. Since the room was not yet furnished, she had to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Roman said, looking at Shasta's exquisite face. The witch hesitated, "Is it related to Margaret?" "Yes, Your Highness."

"Tell me about it."

“She says that to everyone, but Margaret won’t hurt you, I swear,” the witch said.

“Some vows weigh a thousand pounds, while others are worthless. Which one is yours?” Roman said softly. “I can tell that you get very nervous whenever witches are involved.”

Shasta said, "I grew up in the witch's forest. My teacher told me to protect all the sisters. She said we couldn't make any more pointless sacrifices..."

"Keep talking, I'm listening."

“You haven’t made us make unnecessary sacrifices… so if any witch dares to harm you, I will not let her get away with it.”

Roman realized that Shasta was making a statement, expressing her will, as well as the will of the other witches.

This can be considered a showdown.

Therefore, Roman really likes these brainless witches. There's no need to be wary of these kinds of people; they don't keep everything bottled up inside. They speak their minds freely and unrestrainedly, seeking revenge for every wrong done to them.

“Also, I’m very grateful that you didn’t blame Margaret,” she concluded.

“You apologized when your companion made a mistake. I don’t like that. You’re taking on responsibility that isn’t yours,” Roman said, but he also felt he could understand Shasta’s teacher.

Rather than letting a bunch of unreliable witches fend for themselves, it's better to entrust them with the responsibility of a more reliable witch.

As it turns out, Shasta lived up to expectations. Regardless of whether Roman's encounter with her was accidental, her ability to endure grievances for her sister surpassed most people's; witches are characters who live on the edge.

For superhumans, when faced with intolerable oppression, their first thought is definitely to explode!
If I'm not doing well, you shouldn't either; the idea of ​​mutual destruction is a common thought among witches.

There was nothing they could do; that's just the kind of environment they lived in.

“I don’t care about others, but Margaret is a special case,” Shasta said. “I also beg you not to upset her; living is a meaningless thing for her.”

Roman nodded slightly upon hearing that, unsure whether Margaret truly suffered from some kind of mental illness.

But for most people, if life is hard enough and living is painful enough, unless they find faith to rely on, living is truly meaningless.

He improved the treatment of those people to prevent them from becoming corrupted and from working like slaves for him.

“Alright, I believe you. She’s special, Shasta. I won’t provoke Margaret, but what can you do?” Roman asked.

Shasta blinked, looking at Roman with a somewhat blank expression.

"Please feel free to ask if you need anything."

Roman reached out and pressed his hand against Shasta's chest. She was attacked and instinctively let out a soft cry.

Roman gently kneaded her hands. "Shasta, you've come at the worst possible time. My desire is burning fiercely, and you just happened to barge in."

"I...I don't know." She was tense, trying to escape the environment that made her feel uncomfortable.

Roman grabbed her arm, preventing her from leaving, and rubbed it harder.

She was wearing a black dress made of thick fabric.

Roman slipped his hand inside her clothes, their skin touching, and the sensory stimulation became even more intense.

"Your Highness...may I leave?" Her voice trembled slightly.

“You can leave if you want, but what are you willing to do for Margaret?” Roman seized on her weakness.

Everyone has weaknesses, even witches.

But it is very upright and elastic.

She endured the strange sensation, a blush rising on her fair and delicate face, and said softly, "I'll do anything you ask."

“Don’t blame me for being despicable, Shasta. You know…you might not know, but Neliel has been gone for a long time. I’ve been trying to control myself, but recently I’ve noticed how beautiful you are. You’re not much less beautiful than Neliel, and neither is Margaret. Sigh, I didn’t want to think about this, but who told you to barge in like this…”

"I know, I know, please stop talking. What should I do?" Her voice sounded somewhat weak, which was unusual for her. The only reason was that what was happening now shocked her and her mind went blank.

"Take off your shirt and let me see how beautiful you are, Shasta, my dear Shasta, use your mouth to solve my problem."

(End of this chapter)