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

Chapter 304 Commonly known as not believing in evil (Bonus chapter for the Alliance Leader)

In Origin City, it's easy to say, as the terrain is extremely dangerous, with natural barriers blocking all outside eyes.

But that won't work in Plenty City; some things can't be kept secret.

Of course, once it's exposed, it's exposed.

Now that the foundation is in place, Roman no longer cares about these things.

These are just basic agricultural knowledge, and there's no harm in spreading this knowledge throughout the land.

This knowledge can really increase food production.

However, they were willing but unable to do so.

People in this era are in a state of fear regarding new technologies.

Because the Vatican is suppressing the development of civilization.

But for civilization, not progressing is tantamount to regressing.

The Vatican is a conservative party.

Roman is a radical.

This is why Roman considered the Papacy a major enemy.

A religious organization that believes the world was created by gods and that things are bestowed by gods is incapable of accepting rational knowledge.

Believers say "Sun God above" to the sun every day. If you tell him it's just a big fireball, he'll either think you're crazy, or he'll think you're stupid, or he'll send you to court. The judge and priests will unanimously find you guilty because you blasphemed the Sun God.

Can't we be a little more reasonable? How about I do a scientific experiment for you?

People say that what I'm saying is the truth of the gods, and that science is witchcraft! They say I must be burned at the stake!
The whole society was in this state of ignorance.

Therefore, direct promotion is not feasible. Even if it were possible, it would involve many twists and turns and would take a long time to develop.

If heavy plowing and fertilization technologies can spread throughout the Black Iron Lands within a few decades, that would be a victory.

Roman couldn't wait that long.

He also didn't want to do something that was thankless and exhausting.

We must act swiftly and decisively!
Reasoning with me? Explaining science? Do you even deserve to listen?

I'll punch you and you'll know who's right and who's wrong.

Roman punched the Holy War Army, and Kant Territory instantly transformed into a city of abundance, where it began to be heavily plowed and cultivated.

It's a miracle in the development world!

Isn't this faster than reasoning with an idiot?
At a certain point, even idiots will start trying to reason with you.

For example, the idiot in front of me.

Sir Damon's face lit up with inexplicable excitement: "Lord Roman, are you telling the truth?"

"Believe it or not, get lost!" Roman really wanted to say.

But he's a quality boxer, and Damon has no grudge against him, so there's no need for him to be so aggressive.

“I’m not kidding you,” he said.

Damon believed it, of course.

The development trajectory of Roman Rift Armor has long been thoroughly studied by various major forces.

What puzzled everyone the most was how he was able to support such a large army.

A king needs an army to rule a vast territory.

But the military needs to eat and spend money.

Let's not even talk about burning money, let's just talk about food.

One hundred knights in battle need three hundred catties of grain a day.

Everyone spreads the cost of one hundred conquering knights across ten thousand lowly farmers.

This is the ideal scenario, because it's impossible for everyone to be a farmer; there are other professions, so the required population is often much larger.

Why are you the only one playing so exaggeratedly?
How can you support such a large population?

Now Damon understands.

If it can greatly increase grain production...

If, supposing, could double.

That also means that the original carrying capacity of the land can be doubled, and the surplus food can be used to support more knights in battle.

With this much food, what kind of army can't be fed?
A storm raged within Damon. As a minister of the Black Iron King, he was one of the most astute people in the Black Iron Kingdom; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to sort out those complex and tedious accounts.

He doesn't know how to farm, but he knows how to do economics.

The minister's throat was inexplicably dry: "Lord Roman, may I ask how much it can increase grain production?"

Roman, unusually serious, said, "Using a heavy plow can increase yield by 50%, and using fertilizer can also increase yield by 50%. Using both can double it... relatively speaking."

He was being conservative; the soil conditions and fertility vary from place to place, and to go into specifics would be extremely complicated.

Generally speaking, a yield of 60 jin per mu is the norm. If the techniques are used properly, it is not an exaggeration to increase the yield to more than 100 jin per mu.

"I must tell His Majesty about this! I absolutely must tell His Majesty!" the minister said solemnly.

“Then go ahead,” Roman said. He hadn’t counted on anyone. This good-for-nothing couldn’t even farm properly. Forcing reforms would only backfire if something went wrong, making a complete mess of everything.

"No, no, no, you must come with me to see His Majesty."

"Are you kidding me!" Roman's face turned icy.

After being doused with cold water, Damon calmed down a bit. "But you have to give me specific farming steps... I mean your method."

Roman looked at him for a moment and nodded: "I'll give you some information."

The laws of the Black Iron do not stipulate that nobles should obey the Black Iron King.

Roman only becomes a king if he gives him face; otherwise, he is nothing.

The king collects taxes, and the nobles pay taxes.

The king summoned the nobles, and they mobilized their troops.

The nobles accepted the land granted to them by the king, and that was already more than enough. What more could the king expect from them? At most, they could entertain the king's delegation.

In their own territory, they are essentially "kings".

I respect you, and you must respect me in return.

This is a right that great nobles should have.

If a vassal of the Cracked Armor family rebels, it will not be the Black Iron King who will suppress it, but the Grand Duke of Cracked Armor.

As long as the rebellious vassals fulfill their obligations to the Black Iron King, the Black Iron King will not concern himself with the disputes between the rebellious vassals and their lords, as long as both forces swear allegiance to him.

That's where the problem lies.

The wind knows the strong grass, and the sturdy knows the Chengchen.

How can the king know whether his vassals are willing to send troops if nothing happens?
You weren't there when the Grand Duke of Cracked Armor went to war with the pirates, but you did launch a heavy attack against the rebel army.

Even on the surface, Roman and the Black Iron King are staunch allies against the Papacy, seemingly forming a united front.

However, this relationship is unstable, and the two sides need to form a closer alliance of interests.

Marriage alliances are the most common political tool on Earth.

What is common is common, what is uncommon is Roman.

He had no intention of a marriage alliance.

Men are idiots, women are morons, Bang Bang punches them twice, only he is invincible!
……

Roman wrote down all the details, such as the heavy plow drawings, manure fermentation, and the effects of peat, on parchment, and clearly explained the need to adapt to local conditions.

Damon spent a few days here, carefully observing the steps by the farmland, and also looking at the farming manual given by Roman. He found that it was exactly the same, and the instructions were even more detailed.

But he bet that the king of the valley before him was not simply someone with advanced farming techniques.

At the very least, he had never heard Roman mention the source of those plate armors, and even sending spies wouldn't yield any results.

The army did not participate in the forging of coal and iron in the town.

Even if everyone says they have those plate armors, no one can truly believe it unless they see it with their own eyes.

Even now, the Black Iron King is still somewhat skeptical, feeling that the Holy See has exaggerated a bit.

……

There was a boxer in the bushes, and I got knocked down with one punch.
Let me see what's going on.JPG
(Gets punched) Oh, so that's what happened.JPG
……

Commonly known as not believing in evil spirits.

You'll never know pain until you feel it yourself.

But it is also a fact that the Jihad Army was utterly defeated.

Whether it's true or false, it's impossible for the king to get to the bottom of it.

“Your Highness, King of the Valley, this is not enough.” Damon put away the parchment and smiled at Roman.

He hadn't forgotten his original intention; this guy in front of him was too terrifying, and he had to strengthen their relationship.

"what would you like?"

“Weapons, arrows, plate armor…” Damon said, listing them off as if they were his own treasures.

"I don't have plate armor, but I can give you the first two types."

How could they possibly give out plate armor!
Roman wanted to ask the Black Iron King if he knew that possessing armor was a capital offense punishable by death.

Are you trying to rebel?!

As for other weapons and arrows, give us as many as you want.

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold.

The Iron King has fallen, but he's not exactly having an easy time either.

"But I have a condition."

"What conditions?"

"I want trade privileges."

(End of this chapter)