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

Chapter 351 Because of You, I Am Here
Duke Oak is said to have elven blood flowing through his veins.

Although no one has ever seen a living elf.

It was as if no one had ever seen a living dragon before Cassandra.

Legend has it that humans and elves crossed paths during the Lost Age, an era also known as the Dark Ages. The elves have long since vanished without a trace, and the only way to find them is to cross the vast ocean—the ocean is boundless, and without the right sea route, it is impossible to succeed.

When people see elves and dragons again, they mostly believe that they are races from the Dark Ages, traveling across time on the wings of songs.

Because the last time the people of this land came into contact with dragons was over a hundred years ago—

A terrifying red dragon descended from the sky, furiously destroying the human world. It appeared briefly, but then disappeared just as quickly, as if it were an accident.

The dragons Cassandra brought this time are clearly different. The dragon hordes in the sky are no accident; ancient powers have awakened, and shadows are stirring. An age of miracles and terror has arrived, an era for gods and heroes.

After all, the dragons have already shown up, so how far behind can other alien races be?

Roman listened as Sanna recounted the events on the battlefield.

She still looked excited, having witnessed the legendary creature firsthand.

Sanna described the nine-headed dragon as red or black in color, with hard scales that resembled mountain crystals. Some dragons were the size of mammoths, some were seven or eight meters long, and some had a wingspan of nearly ten meters.

They are the masters of the sky, their wings stirring up the air currents as if riding a storm, spewing flames, displaying their divine power.

Unfortunately, they were still forced back by the combined forces of the Broken Archers and the Storm Riders, and had to raise themselves a hundred meters to save themselves.

Sanna recalled the situation, saying, "The people and horses on the battlefield were all agitated, but those knights still charged forward. Lord Dick said that those warhorses were fed secret medicine from a young age, and those special drugs could reduce their stress response, so they dared to jump over even if there was a cliff in front of them... Princess White Steel's warhorse was the best, said to be a descendant of the divine steed Pegasus, capable of pulling tens of thousands of pounds. I thought, who would be willing to let such a warhorse be used as transport? Ah, Roman, I wasn't talking about you..."

“I don’t…” Roman tapped her head, “I’ll only do it occasionally.”

Warhorses cost ten times more than draft horses. Both have their uses, but using them as transport can easily deplete their potential; over time, the entire horse will be ruined. However, in an emergency, using warhorses as transport is not unacceptable.

Roman then asked, "What do you think of the dragons' fighting strength?"

He had discussed this issue with Jet and others, and now he wanted to hear Sanna's opinion.

However, dragons are a hot topic in the military, and some opinions have long been accepted.

For example, if the River Valley Army were to fight a life-or-death battle with those dragons, disregarding casualties, the number of professional battalions would probably not be enough to exchange for one dragon; it might require two or three professional battalions.

This number is terrifying.

How many people did Roman suffer casualties in the War of the Kings? Including the auxiliary troops, there were only a little over five thousand, of which the professional battalion suffered fewer than two thousand casualties.

It's quite outrageous that a single dragon could wipe out two or three professional squads of Roman.

Of course, if you replace them with Shield Guards or Storm Knights, at most thirty to fifty units can take down a dragon.

The higher the overall quality and the better the equipment of the army, the fewer casualties it will suffer.

But that's also the problem.

The dragon has no reason to fight you to the death.

Let alone a dragon, even a high-ranking knight, upon realizing he is outmatched, will naturally shift his tactics.

Roman's theory of ninth-tier knights is only valid in life-or-death battles where both sides have identical equipment. It doesn't apply if ninth-tier knights can use guerrilla tactics.

Equipment is a major factor.

The Shield Guard's Orichalcum shields are of superalloy grade and are extremely effective against energy spells.

Orichalcum armor is an extraordinary piece of equipment. Once you concentrate and integrate your own will and energy, it can enhance the armor's protective capabilities, even withstanding shockwaves from shocks and explosives.

Even without their Orichalcum shields, the Shield Guards could withstand the scorching dragon flames for about ten seconds, relying solely on their Orichalcum Plate Armor.

Of course, after about ten seconds, as the temperature builds up, their skin will slowly melt, their muscles will smell burnt, and they will eventually suffocate inside.

It's completely different when you use mithril.

Mithril armor has extremely high magic and physical resistance. When 100 pounds of silver and corresponding magic stones are smelted into armor, the volume remains the same, but the weight is greatly reduced.

The highest grade of mithril armor is said to be as soft as linen and as light as a feather, yet harder than steel. It is as cold and warm as snow, and possesses both stretch and exceptional elasticity. Its energy conductivity is superb, far surpassing that of orogen plate armor, allowing the wearer to mobilize their own energy to the maximum extent.

Needless to say, the adamantite armor's ability to isolate energy is unmatched by any other extraordinary metal.

Go ahead and burn it; if you can make me feel hot within a minute, you win.

The prices of those extraordinary metals are also astronomical.

The manufacturing process of Voestalpine has been lost, and the Shield Guard uses old products from hundreds of years ago.

A suit of 500-pound orogen plate armor requires over 1,000 pounds of copper. More importantly, once orogen armor is formed, it cannot be forged a second time because it incorporates the spirit and will of a living being, undergoing extraordinary changes, resulting in an extremely high melting point and hardness.

When a new member joins the Shield Guard, the King of Sinnoh must specially commission a suit of orogen plate armor for them. The will of the creature is secondary; the main issue is fit—unless the remaining orogen plate armor is perfectly suited to the new member's physique, it must be custom-made.

The exact number of the Sinnoh Royal Guard is unknown, but only a little over a hundred were sent during the War of the Kings. The Royal Guard also has a fixed term of service.

This means that every 30 to 50 years, the Sinnoh court would need to commission at least 100 sets of orogen plate armor, requiring a total of 100,000 catties of copper—not counting losses during the forging process.

This was only what the Sinnoh court needed; the Sinnoh noble class also needed this extraordinary metal, orogen.

Sinnoh needs this copper, but what about the other nations of the land?

More importantly, the development of commercial circulation also requires metal currency as its foundation.

In the medieval era, when productivity was limited and iron tools were not yet widespread, metal currency was already very expensive.

It's not hard to understand why farmers at the bottom of society couldn't afford copper, silver, or gold coins.

That's just how this land is; whoever has the ability to mint metal is the strongest, and sometimes countries even have to pass laws to prohibit the outflow of copper coins. But that's another matter entirely.

After hearing Roman's question, Sanna thought for a moment and said, "We can't beat the dragon, but Monica and Gwen said that if we have a seated witch, the cost of slaying the dragon won't be so high as to be unacceptable."

Roman gently stroked Sanna's firm facial skin. "You mean Margaret?"

Shasta, who had been silent as a background figure, spoke up at this moment: "Margaret's spells are effective against the weak, and the weaker the target, the stronger the effect. But they have little effect on powerful beings like dragons, as she has difficulty drawing upon their souls."

Margaret, who was also in the background, remained silent and simply nodded slightly.

Shasta's cold face showed a hint of sadness as she said, "If my teacher Leona were here, if the Frost Witch Valia were here... Your Highness, even without those auxiliary troops, they would have the ability to slay dragons on their own."

Roman sighed softly, expressing his regret about it more than once.

Although they had never met, he learned a great deal about their backgrounds and deeds from Shasta.

One was the most powerful witch in the Witch Forest. She perished long ago in the Holy City.

One is Valia of the Frost, a witch from the Frost Clan with giant blood flowing through her veins, currently residing in the northern lands. Due to activating her Frost Giant bloodline and the side effects of using the artifact, she has been unconscious for over three years.

Sanna felt bad when she heard that these words touched on Shasta's painful past. She whispered, "There are other witches in the Witch Forest."

Mona in the Lost Time, Felicia the Twins, and Isabella the Prophet.

The Prophet's role is unique, but his combat power is not high, so we won't discuss him for now. In any case, if it comes to slaying the dragon, both Mona and the Felicia sisters can play a decisive role.

"They won't come to help me."

Roman held Sanna in his arms. Although the Witch Forest had relocated a group of witches to Origin City as an investment to avoid being wiped out—excluding Shasta and the others, who were exiled witches, bait sent out—the Witch Forest didn't care about their lives. Their seeking refuge in Origin City wasn't considered a betrayal of the Witch Forest. After all, they had both saved their lives and fulfilled their mission of drawing fire, a win-win situation. But to say that the entire Witch Forest had come to surrender was an exaggeration.

Of all the witches, Roman most desired the Prophet Witch, as her spells to unleash potential were incredibly powerful.

But he waited and waited, and it never came. Sometimes he would have dark thoughts and want Cangyue to break down. In that case, the witches would have nowhere to go and would have no choice but to come to his land to be his slaves. In return, he would give them a lot of grass, no, I mean, a reward.

As Roman thought this, a restlessness began to stir within him, and a burning desire began to ignite within him. He felt a surge of heat rising in his abdomen.

Training high-end combat forces is too difficult, far too difficult. It's better to just pick up what's readily available.

If Tier 1 and Tier 2 are considered low-level knights, Tier 3 barely falls out of the category of low-level knights, Tier 4 and Tier 5 are truly mid-level knights, then Tier 6 and Tier 7 are high-level knights.

In fact, most high-level knights are at the sixth rank.

According to Shasta, three of the five Holy Knights in the Holy City are seventh-tier knights and two are eighth-tier knights, all of whom are at the top level of the Holy See's combat power.

When Roman upgrades his apostles' attributes, he prioritizes apostles with high potential—the lower the starting point, the greater the potential, because less resources are required.

Upgrading an ordinary person with all attributes at 5E to a third-tier knight with all attributes at 5D requires the least amount of resources.

To go even higher... it's not a question of whether we want to, but whether we can.

Raising a third-tier knight to the fourth tier is equivalent to raising ten ordinary people to the level of a first-tier knight, which is extremely uneconomical.

The higher you go, the more terrifying the resource consumption becomes.

Roman calculated that if all five attributes of an apostle were raised to A-level, he would definitely become a ninth-tier knight.

However, the resources consumed in this process are equivalent to tens of thousands of low-ranking knights.

I can't afford to raise them, I really can't afford to raise them.

Moreover, not all apostles can be promoted to A-level. Even if he really invests those resources, if the apostle's own qualities are not up to par, it is normal for him to stop at B-level, and it is also normal for him to drop to C-level later.

Origin City's foundation is too shallow; it still can't withstand the turmoil.

It would be great if we had ready-made combat power.

Roman saw a small hand reach up from below and gently smooth his furrowed brow. "Roman, if they won't come, I'll help you."

Roman pinched Sanna's cheek; it felt really good.

“You’re not qualified yet,” he said. “You’ll have to beat Kao first.”

The little witch's combat strength is at most equivalent to that of a third-tier knight—a third-tier knight can walk around wearing armor weighing several hundred kilograms, but she can't; her stamina and endurance are limited.

Sanna's expression visibly soured. "Can we please stop talking about him?"

This name is awful.

Every time she tried to hit him, she ended up hitting him instead.

Damn it, she's a witch, so why can't she beat a Muggle?

Khal Drogo has been on the battlefield, but now she has also experienced the War of Kings.

“I can’t now, but I will become stronger in the future and become the new Seat Witch. They all say I have the potential…” she said. “Then, Roman, you won’t have any more worries, fewer people will die, you can slay dragons, fight the Papacy, and do so many, many things, because you will have me, and I will be by your side…”

Roman was both moved and gratified by her sincere words.

This is his first five-star apostle, far superior to any unreliable, flashy, and cheap woman. High potential, and maximum loyalty.

Sanna then took advantage of the situation and whispered in Roman's ear, "So, Roman, bless me, and I will help you sweep away all your enemies."

In an instant, all of Roman's emotions vanished.

He said with a smile, "You are the second person to ask me for a blessing."

Sanna blinked, looking like a doting wife. Some questions, once asked, would get an answer, while others were terrifying and horrifying, requiring her to be incredibly bold to speak them out. "So, who was the first one?"

Roman pinched her face hard. "Green. He thinks I can make you all grow stronger indefinitely, just like you do, but if I really had that ability, I would have led you out of here long ago."

Sanna mumbled incoherently, "So what was your answer to him?"

"Do you want me to punch you twice?"

"what?"

“He took it, but before I could even throw a punch, he ran away. He’s not honest at all.”

Sanna was starting to want to quit; she had been beaten by Kao since she was a child and really didn't want to be beaten anymore.

"I suddenly remembered I have something to do..."

"Don't worry, you're not Green, I won't hit you," he said.

"You've already done it." Sanna grimaced slightly; it hurt a little, but not too badly. Instead, she felt a tingling, numb sensation. The increasingly strong smell filled her nose, and for a moment, she felt like she was suffocating.

"Let me check if you're developing well."

Margaret listened and watched quietly, but Shasta was somewhat restless.

Sanna was already a young woman, and by the standards of this era, she would have been an adult long ago, but this was the main hall. "Your Highness, I'll go outside and keep watch," she said, and hurriedly pulled Margaret away.

Book Recommendation: "Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!" Lynn transmigrates to another world, where she is kidnapped at the start.

The other party is the villainous princess from the original story, who wants to use him for hypnosis experiments in order to control him.

In a critical moment, Lynn cleverly pretended that the experiment had succeeded and fooled the other party with her acting skills.

But this is only a temporary measure.

Because her ending in the original story was very tragic, and none of the people around her had a good ending either.

So in the days that followed, Lynn outwardly created the illusion of being hypnotized, while secretly preparing to run away at any time.

But gradually, things started to go wrong.

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The Princess's Diary

The experiment was a success!

As the only sample available, I decided to keep him with me.

Because of the cursed mark on my face, I am considered repulsive by the world, yet he says I am beautiful.

I'm very happy because people speak their true feelings when they're hypnotized.

[When we were alone, on a whim, I kissed him.]

[This feeling was so strange that it made me a little flustered. Fortunately, he didn't retain any memory of what happened after the hypnosis was lifted.]

So, it's okay to be even bolder, right?

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(End of this chapter)