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

Chapter 318 The Igoron Clan
More than a hundred years ago, the conqueror and the first king of Iceland met.

This coincided with a period of turmoil in Iraq.

Thus, the two kings joined forces and wiped out Igor.

Wherever they went, all submitted.

The conqueror placed all the treasures he had acquired into his treasury.

Most believe the Conqueror's Treasury is in Blackburg (the capital of the Black Iron).

However, a small group of people believed that the conquerors built their treasure troves elsewhere, and they were called "treasure hunters" and "treasure seekers".

This group has never disappeared; people continue to hear the legends and embark on journeys to find the treasure.

Those people believed that the treasure vault was not in Blackburg, but either in Crescent Moon, or in Ego, or in the more distant Desert Court.

You can't search without a map.

After the conquerors left, the court witches were expelled and had no choice but to secretly form a witch grove.

In the past, various forces secretly assisted the witch forest, and the Pereia merchant family was one of them.

However, after the truth came out, Perea was pushed out to be the scapegoat.

However, the head of the family, Selin, has disappeared without a trace, and his eldest daughter, Cassandra, has also vanished.

Hoss bribed one of Serin's servants beforehand, learning that his father and sister had found the Conqueror's treasure map, deciphered its key information, and then went to Ego, the implications of which are self-evident.

“Your Highness, controlling the Conqueror’s Treasury is equivalent to controlling this land, but only a true king can obtain it, and I believe it belongs to you alone…” Hoss said.

The treasure vault was not something he could covet, but since he couldn't get it, neither could Selin and Cassandra.

That old man is too ruthless!

All their brothers and sisters were persecuted and killed in the Vatican's purge, leaving only him and Morey to survive.

As long as the King of the Valley sends troops on a distant expedition, the father and daughter will not be able to obtain any treasures from the treasury!

However, Hoss was disappointed; the young king he was eagerly watching simply nodded.

“I understand,” he said.

“But…” He reached out to stop that retreating figure, but Morey punched him. “Stop showing off your cleverness. Don’t you understand the principle of moderation?”

Hoss glared at Morey with a pained expression, but he had no choice but to bow his head when he was under someone else's roof.

Damn it! From now on, he'll have to rely on Morey, whom he used to look down on.

He lowered his head in shame and said, "I understand, brother."

Morey nodded in satisfaction, but in his opinion, his good-for-nothing younger brother still needed to be properly disciplined.

Roman ignored the dispute between his brothers behind him.

He gestured to Seth and said, "Get the wool to the textile factory as soon as possible so the weavers can weave it into cloth quickly."

Where will these hundreds of thousands of kilograms of wool go?

The caravan can make one more trip and bring back even more wool.

Despite being an island, Iceland is quite large.

Iceland has a population of millions and exports approximately 20,000 bags of wool each year, with each bag weighing about 300 kilograms, totaling over 5 million kilograms of wool.

A bag of wool is worth one gold coin; three pounds of wool can be exchanged for one copper coin. (Export price)
After deducting commercial taxes and transportation fees, two catties of wool cost one copper coin. (A bag of wool incurred a tax of approximately 1.5 silver coins.)
After processing, one pound of wool is worth as much as one copper coin. (After processing, one pound of wool yields only seven ounces.)
In other words, a textile worker in Roman could only buy two kilograms of processed wool after working for a month.

But the salary is high enough. Two kilograms of wool a month, plus meals provided by the textile factory—what more could you ask for?

If Roman had enough wool, he could even use it as wages.

This is hard currency!

Just like grain, cloth was even more valuable than metal currency.

The meadow pastures produce very little wool, and Lohmann relies heavily on imports. This year, they'll import a million kilograms of wool from Iceland first.

He had an enormous appetite, taking 100,000 catties of steel farm tools from the caravan ships and 500,000 catties of salt from other ships—these were the goods to be exchanged for wool.

The raw materials are not expensive; the difficulty lies in processing them.

Common sense dictates that it would take at least 10,000 women two months to process this million-pound wool.

Putting aside how to manage such a large venue, the cost of hiring and food alone wouldn't generate much profit.

Moreover, two months is also a torment.

Therefore, the progress of civilization is the progress of technology.

Roman has a textile factory, and at most he can send a few hundred new people. The new people work with the old people, and after half a year they will also become old people.

A thousand female textile workers can weave it into cloth in a month.

what is this?
This is productivity!

Roman made the necessary arrangements.

The fleet from Origin City must always have one hundred veterans as guards. The soldiers can take turns, but there must be enough security to prevent them from encountering any mishaps when they go out.

He left Origin City by boat, intending to return to Plenty City.

On the way, Shasta whispered, "Your Highness, I know Cassandra."

Selin's eldest daughter, Morey and Hoss's sister, and also a witch of the Witchwood.

“She was the Prophet’s student, and the only witch to have mastered his magic. She was younger, more ambitious, and more dangerous than the Prophet—Cassandra once led a dozen of her sisters to the northern lands in search of opportunity, but she was the only one who returned alive, covered in blood. My teacher accused her of murdering her sisters and wanted to execute her, but the Prophet saved her. From then on, Cassandra had no place in the witch forest…” Shasta recounted.

These words differed somewhat from what Hoss had said—which was understandable, as the witch was more familiar with her.

Roman thought that Celine's eldest daughter was very good at disguising herself. Cassandra was Celine's eldest daughter and often appeared in public, but her identity as a witch had never been discovered. Otherwise, the Vatican would have come knocking on their door long ago.

"You care about her a lot?" Roman asked.

Shasta rarely meddles in matters that don't concern her. She said, "I don't care about her, I care about the treasure!"

"You mean Igor's treasure vault is real?"

“Cassandra is never blind,” Shasta said. “You are the son of the Cracked Armor, Lord Black Iron, and the most deserving person to inherit that treasure!”

She stared intently at Roman, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Inheriting the conquerors' treasury would be a tremendous boost to Roman's career.

“But Igor is too far away, much farther than Iceland. I’ve heard that if you sail across the seas, you can see that continent, which is floating alone on the Arctic Ocean, not on the Black Iron Land,” Roman said.

He never hoped for sudden wealth; fantasies are just fantasies until they happen, so it's better to be down-to-earth.

“Shasta, I know you mean well, but I won’t go to the trouble of doing something for which I don’t know the specific benefits.”

“The prophet said that the land of Ego is an ancient, savage, and primitive land, where some legendary races are hidden. Although His Majesty the Conqueror conquered the Ego people, he never conquered that land,” Shasta said with a hint of disappointment. “The magical power there is very strong, and the power of the Papacy has never been able to touch it. The pirates never believed in the gods. The legend of the North Ice originated in Ego, and the legend of Ego originated from the dragon race… Your Highness, I mean there are dragons in the land of Ego.”

(End of this chapter)