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

Chapter 315 The Eighth Recruitment

Recruiting for the army is a long-term task.

The best stage is between 17 and 23 years old. Their bodies can still improve, their potential needs to be developed, and they are not yet fully developed.

Military training is arduous and rigorous.

In fact, Roman's seven thousand veterans were in their youth, and their physical functions were at their peak.

The most notable point is that they can withstand high-intensity military training.

If someone doesn't have any potential, most people can't withstand the strain of pushing their bodies to their limits.

If this continues for a long time, they will either die or become disabled.

Therefore, whenever Jet saw some newly enlisted soldiers struggling, he would give them a severance package so they could go back to farming.

We can't let those workers be lost during training.

Is the ordeal over after being tempered in the military?

Of course not. Roman's training methods were too brutal, and all the soldiers had to push themselves to the limit to survive.

He was certain that by the time these people were thirty, their minor, hidden injuries would begin to surface, and by forty, they would be almost all carrying wounds, their bodies aching all over whenever it was cloudy or rainy.

In return, they enjoyed a golden decade at their peak.

Roman never thinks about what will happen ten years from now.

He only cares about what he can accomplish in these ten years.

……

At the end of July, the weather began to turn autumnal.

The temperature gradually cooled down, no longer as scorching as in the height of summer.

A suitable climate can improve labor efficiency.

Seeing that the planting and construction in the City of Abundance were on track, Roman got up and returned to the City of Origin.

Roman became increasingly annoyed by the inconvenience of frequent travel between the two places.

You just wait, bear with it for a year, and we'll see about it next year!
Roman gritted his teeth and returned to the manor. He went to the school first and gave them a few lessons in a grand manner.

After all, he holds the title of principal.

He also met all the assistant witches.

They were in charge of logistics—that is, farming, raising pigs, feeding chickens, and preparing herbs—similar to the nuns in the convent.

Although the Witch Forest has a rich history, it cannot support them for nothing.

At its peak, the Witch Forest had nearly a thousand inhabitants, most of whom lived in seclusion deep in the mountains, while a small number hid in castles. Due to the inconvenience of transporting supplies, they had to be self-sufficient.

Literacy was fundamental for witches.

Because only by being literate can they pass on knowledge.

It's not just about knowledge of spells, but also about knowledge of potions.

Witches can concoct all sorts of magical potions using special herbs.

Some enhance strength, others night vision, still others improve self-healing, others restore magical power, and still others increase physical strength...

Those medicinal formulas were passed down through years of trial and error, and are now the result of continuous refinement and improvement.

Ordinary stimulants are fine, but most extraordinary potions can only be concocted by the caster because they require magical power to make them work.

The downside is that excessive consumption of these medications can lead to the accumulation of toxins in the body, causing various side effects.

Symptoms include paralysis, rhabdomyolysis, neurasthenia, and vision loss.

Every medicine has some degree of toxicity; there is no medicine without side effects.

Some side effects can be relieved, but others cannot; once taken, it is equivalent to hemiplegia.

However, it's okay not to use it, but it's essential to have it.

Roman had already sent people to plant the herb seeds that aided the witch.

This is also a difficult process.

A dozen or so assistant witches, along with people from the Ministry of Agriculture, went to find suitable planting sites.

Some of those herbs prefer sunlight, some prefer shade, and some prefer damp terrain.

In any case, those environments are very demanding and vary from one to another, making them quite difficult to cultivate.

Changing the growing environment abruptly may affect the survival of the plant, but it will also alter the efficacy of the herbs.

Gweil's blessing can increase their survival rate.

If the effect changes, then we can continue to try and fail.

Roman sat on his throne and finally saw the witch appear at the entrance of the hall, followed by a little donkey.

When she saw him, her eyes instantly sparkled.

She came over with light steps, and said eagerly, "My Roman, have you come to see me?"

“Of course, I came here for you, my lucky goddess,” Roman replied with unreserved praise.

He waited for the girl to hop over, grabbed her wrist with one hand and put his other arm around her waist, and pulled her down onto his lap.

Why didn't you tell me beforehand?

"If I told you, there wouldn't be any surprise."

"Mmm, I'm so happy right now." She smiled and turned to his side, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, her moist breath seeming to contain the lingering sweetness of a young girl.

Roman also discovered that Gweil had long since grown from that sickly little fruit into a green and slightly sweet one, which was truly a pleasant surprise.

Without Shasta, he wouldn't have dared to get close to her.

It's too early; the fruit isn't ripe and red yet.

"Do you still have the strength?"

“Yes!” Gweil nodded. After such a long period of mastery, she managed to keep her daily energy expenditure and recovery in a balance, which was beneficial to her.

She has some energy left each day, so she doesn't need to push herself too hard.

"Then cast a spell on me."

"Hmm, so what do you want?"

"I want all useful people."

“That won’t do,” she blinked, her pretty face serious. “Roman, you have to tell me exactly what you want so I can help you. Like those seeds, do you want them to thrive, be disease-resistant, or adapt to the soil…”

The Fate Witch is no longer what she used to be; she has gradually become a qualified mid-level witch, and she has also gained a deeper understanding of her own magic.

After a moment's thought, Roman said, "Then we'll choose a young and brave man, the braver the better."

Gweil smiled broadly and waved her hand in front of Roman's eyes with a lively and cheerful gesture.

Roman loved Gweil just the way she was, having maintained a pure and lively girlish heart even after experiencing the most difficult hardships.

“Then your wish has come true!” she said.

"really?"

“Really!” Gweil emphasized.

She hooked her arm around Roman's neck, straightened her body, and gently pressed her delicate, light-colored lips to Roman's face.

A faint blush crept onto her face as she buried her head deep in Roman's arms, seemingly shy, but secretly delighted where no one could see.

She buried her head there and mumbled, "This is a kiss from Lady Luck!"

Now I had no choice but to believe it.

Roman came here to begin the eighth recruitment drive.

There's no other way but to come back.

In Origin City and Abundant City, these two garbage dumps, you can scoop up a handful of trash with every scoop.

Without Gweil keeping things under control, the result would have been utterly unbearable.

This recruitment is of great importance, and we must ensure its effectiveness.

Roman had Gweil bless him once a day for ten days, recruiting one hundred apostles each day.

……

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

The new apostles now facing Roman are—

Two five-star witches, Vita the Teleporter and Monica the Void, are among the first batch of witches to arrive in Origin City, making them extremely valuable.

Of the eight four-star apostles, five are witches. The remaining three are exceptionally talented individuals like Khao.

There are 76 three-star apostles, a small number of whom are witches. One-third come from Roman's army, consisting of officers who became squad leaders but were not apostles. The remaining members are personnel from outside the army.

Of the 241 two-star apostles, two-thirds came from Roman's army, while the rest came from outside the army.

The rest were all one-star apostles, and Roman's soldiers also made up a considerable number.

(End of this chapter)