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

Chapter 354 The Superiority of the System! (Six previously blocked chapters have been released)
Tasina's friendly expression vanished, and she gently ground her teeth.

Roman is insulting her.

What a shame!
What's even more humiliating is that she could hear the sincerity in those words.

She wanted a reliable husband, but this guy wanted a loyal dog?
Tasina really wanted to ask: Are you out of your mind?!

The saying "a fallen phoenix is ​​no better than a chicken" is true, but she hasn't fallen yet; she is still the Black Iron King and the White Steel Princess.

She looked at him for a moment and said, "I really misjudged you! I originally thought you were a good candidate, but now I think you are a rude and arrogant scoundrel."

Roman knew this wouldn't work out, and said casually, "If Your Highness doesn't want to, then forget it."

Anyway, he didn't lose anything.

"Based on your words alone, I can strip you of all your titles!" Tashina wasn't exaggerating; if word got out, these words could truly ignite a war.

Everyone else is riding on her neck. It's not just a matter of whether she can tolerate it, but also the black and white knights under her command.

But neither Roman nor Tashina had any intention of making this conversation public.

This was originally a private conversation.

Roman said as if it were a trivial matter: "If you can do that, then I'll use a different excuse."

You say you speak human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts, right?
You're shameless!

Iotahina was shocked to realize that this was the true face of the King of the Valley, and that his previous docility and obedience to the Black Iron royal family were all an illusion.

Now their true colors have been revealed, and their disguise has been completely exposed.

Such a wolf in sheep's clothing dares to make her kneel down now; she doesn't even dare to think about what he'll do in the future.

We have to deliver a powerful blow!
She punched Roman in the stomach, causing him to bend over reflexively. Taking advantage of the moment, she raised her right arm and elbowed him hard in the back, sending him sprawling to the ground. He looked up at her with a pained expression and walked away...

The fantasy's movements were fluid, but she wasn't that reckless.

Iolion regarded her as the heir to the throne and, in order to temper her character, taught her to observe and listen more and do and speak less.

If she's not up to the task, then her husband can become the Iron King.

A year earlier, Io III had sent his senior ministers to discuss the matter with the King of the Valley, but Roman had not agreed.

Iolion was puzzled that someone would actually look down on his precious daughter. "Guards! Chop her up!" "What! You can't chop her up? Never mind then."

She was also puzzled, "Do you even understand my conditions?"

Theoretically speaking, whoever marries her will rise to the top. But her marriage partner can never be an ordinary person; only someone of royal blood is worthy of her. At the very least, he must be of the caliber of the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Fury—who married Hena, the sister of the Grand Duke of Gael, two years ago.

At that time, there were already some signs that something was wrong with Raging Tide and Armor Split.

So she and her father chose the king of the remote valley—mainly because they highly valued the war potential of Origin City and were planning how to bring it under their control.

Of course. This isn't a conspiracy; it's simply a powerful alliance.

In just three or four years, the Lord of the Valley transformed himself from a destitute nobleman in a remote and impoverished area into a powerful regional lord, despite limited resources.

If we give him more resources, wouldn't that be tantamount to a conqueror living in the world?
As for how many resources to provide? Well, that's as much as you can get.

"Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders; we're family, so let's not be secretive. Roman can be the next Iron King, as long as the next Iron King is Iotashina's child."

However, no one expected the situation to deteriorate so quickly.

Tashina was annoyed that Roman had repeatedly rejected her.

Again and again.

Don't I, the White Steel Princess, have any dignity?!

Tashina said coldly, "Someone will kneel down! But that person will definitely not be me, because the Son of Ionus will never kneel before anyone!"

She secretly vowed to make this arrogant scoundrel who spoke so rudely regret his actions.

It's impossible for him to shamelessly offer himself up.
If it weren't for the greater good, she would have punched him long ago.

She was convinced that Roman couldn't escape her surprise attack, and that it would be incredibly easy to beat him to his knees.

But the consequences may be unmanageable.

There's plenty of time, no rush.

When she demonstrates to him her formidable abilities, magnanimity, and astonishing wisdom, making him feel inferior, then he will realize what he has missed today.

"Whatever makes you happy, Your Highness." Roman didn't take it to heart at all.

He consistently pursues efficiency, rarely argues with others, and dislikes quarreling. He believes that arguing is discouraging, so he prefers to conserve his energy and let his abilities speak for themselves.

Tasina is a woman of action; she left after making her tough statement.

Roman arranged a room in the castle for her, showing her ample respect on the surface.

Day two.

Tasina got up very early, and her maids helped her get dressed.

Although she came on a military campaign, she was accompanied by maids. When she retreated from Blackburg to Oakshire, she took all the troops she could with her, so she was not left all alone.

“Your Highness, everything here is too simple,” the maid complained to her.

She came from a royal family and knew many etiquette rules, but these were of no use here, so she couldn't help but feel contempt and disdain for this place.

Tashina admired the radiant White Steel Princess in the mirror and said, "Milly, just bear with it if you're not feeling well."

The maid combed her hair with a resentful expression.

Their princess can be quite sharp-tongued sometimes. That's what the maids say. And as her personal maid, she knows it all too well.

"Your Highness, are you really going to marry Lord Roman?" She was one of the maids who accompanied the bride, so she was very concerned about this question.

Hearing this, Tashina couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. She said, "It's hard to say, Millie. Don't talk to me about this again."

Millie was displeased to see the princess and secretly lamented her unfortunate fate.

As they went outside, they happened to meet the marshal of the White Tower.

Enya is a handsome blond guy who is pleasing to the eye, but he looks a bit haggard now.

Enya said, "Good morning, Your Highness Tashina. Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's alright," Tashina said.

She wasn't picky about her living environment, but she could tell from Enya's expression that he hadn't slept well last night.

According to aristocratic social etiquette, she should take the initiative to inquire about Enya's situation; this behavior is called "reading the air."

But Tashina wasn't interested in that. So Enya started talking to herself: "I noticed it when I came here, but I have to say it now, the winters here are so cold, at least ten times colder than the White Tower."

Tasina astutely pointed out: "You're used to living in the South."

This land has always been like this: the winters are cold, the rivers are frozen, but the white tower of Oak Ridge is warm and inviting.

They entered the hall and found Roman and a group of witches already eating.

Millie frowned, and Enya spoke for her, saying, "Your Highness Roman, you didn't wait for us to eat."

“What’s there to wait for?” Millie found the lord just as irritating as her princess. “It’s just breakfast. After you finish eating, go do whatever you need to do.”

Millie glanced around at the table covered with a white cloth, on which lay eight simple dishes, such as ham and bacon—enough to eat, but not a lavish spread.

She approached a local maid she found somewhat savage and said, "Princess Tasina likes goldenberry jam, I mentioned it yesterday, why haven't I seen it today?"

The maid from the Abundant Castle looked at her innocently: "I asked the steward, and he said we don't have this."

"You won't serve it if you don't have it?" Millie was shocked. "Shouldn't you be trying to find a way to make it now? You could make a similar meal replacement."

Alas, this impoverished place.

Looking at the important figures at the dinner table, Millie felt her future was becoming increasingly bleak.

After finishing his meal, Roman stood up and said, "Lady Enya, you and the Oak Soldiers are free to move around in Plenty City, as long as you don't disturb others. The rules here are different from other places; I make all the decisions. Do you understand?"

“I understand, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, my father told me that,” Enya said. “But I don’t quite understand what you mean by ‘I’m in charge of everything’.”

"Literally, I hold all the power. When to eat what, when to do what, it's all up to me."

“This is truly…unbelievable. Your tyranny terrifies me,” Enya said in shock. “Does everyone listen to you? I mean, does that mean no one rebels?”

“Kill those who oppose, and give those who don’t oppose a bite to eat.” Roman was even more shocked to discover this person of the Oak Bloodline.

"Of course, if you help me fight, I will naturally provide you with corresponding supplies."

Only food and lodging are provided; nothing else. These are conscripts; paying them would turn them into mercenaries. Even if we were to pay, it could only be to the Grand Duke of Oak, to avoid any misunderstanding.

“Please enjoy your meal. I have things to do,” Roman said.

Tashina stood up: "I'll go too."

Her visit this time was not only to provide reinforcements, but also to explore the potential of this land.

She wanted to see for herself why Roman's territory was stronger than that of other nobles.

Learn, utilize, and then defeat—just like she used to learn martial arts.
But Tasina soon discovered that Roman was not as he had claimed, providing his people with only a meal.

Roman did a lot of work on improving people's lives.

Housing, kitchens, schools, hospitals, roads, bridges—it can be said to cover all aspects of society.

Which nobleman could provide proper resettlement for the poorest of the poor?

At least in Tasina's view, those numb, impoverished farmers had escaped the hell of poverty.

In this resource-scarce medieval era, Origin City and Abundance City became a beacon of light.

You could say those lowly people are greedy, ignorant, and utterly stupid.

But even if they're shameless, they can't possibly be unaware of which life is better.

As long as the basic needs of the people are met, the support and love of the common people can be won. Rebellion is impossible, absolutely impossible in this lifetime. What difference does it make who you serve as a dog? Only by serving Lord Roman's dog can you maintain your current life.

……

Tasina understood Roman's philosophy of rule.

Powerful totalitarianism!
Simply put, Roman was meddling in too much.

Roman controlled all the means of production, but other rulers did the same.

But those nobles only cared about whether the agricultural output of the peasant class was stable; who cared what you did on a daily basis?

But here in Roman's place... I have to go to a special place to poop!

Anyone who dares to violate the hygiene regulations will definitely get a couple of punches.

Therefore, Roman's ability to utilize social resources is extremely powerful.

The answer is the superiority of the system!
Even if you have a hundred years, you can't catch up to my development time of one year.

Tasina grew to appreciate this efficient and domineering approach more and more.

In particular, some of Roman's acceleration measures hit her G-spot hard, making her tremble and her blood boil.

A true king is born to rule everything!

For someone with her personality, this place is practically heaven!
The only regret is not her heaven.

She recalled Éolion's attempt to implement heavy plowing and deep cultivation, which encountered numerous obstacles. Her father, the king, overruled the objections and used political means to forcefully push through the decree.

However, the timing was bad, which directly accelerated the Black Iron Kingdom's demise.

The Vatican shifted the blame onto Roman, but it wasn't Roman's fault; he was simply caught in a natural disaster.

Tasina was fully aware of this, but she only directed her anger at the nobles who had betrayed the royal family.

It was just a rainstorm, yet the entire Tianma Plain collapsed. Without the cooperation of the local leaders, how could the Holy War Army have possibly used the Tianma Plain as a base to besiege Blackburg?

A bunch of insects! Incompetent wretch!

He has no talent for getting things done, but he's got a whole lot of talent for causing trouble!

Once I get back, I'll slaughter you all!

Tashina tried to learn Roman's management style, but then found that she couldn't.

Because the foundation of learning is... she first needs to have a territory.

Her status in Oakland was that of a distinguished guest; the Grand Duke of Oakland acknowledged her as the Queen of the Black Iron, nothing more.

We have neither soldiers nor land.

To put it bluntly, she is now a government-in-exile.

Moreover, it takes time to develop a new piece of land.

Roman plundered countless people and fought countless battles to develop to this point.

Princess Stainless Steel didn't actually like managing the land; she wanted what was readily available, and her personality was actually quite aggressive.

Seeing such a wonderful land as Fengrao City, I still feel a little itchy to get my hands on it.

Iolion's primary approach to dealing with the various kingdoms and the Papacy was appeasement.

Iotashina faced those difficulties by focusing on one punch.

Therefore, in Roman's view, the father and daughter were two fools.

One has good political acumen, but is incredibly weak-willed. The other is highly skilled in combat, but is incredibly stubborn.

Accepting their rule would be a disaster.

Princess White Steel is a formidable general, but if this stupid woman is to rise to power and boss him around... he might as well just be killed.

He thought this in his heart, but never said it out loud, always wanting to consider other people's feelings.

When he inspected the military camp, some soldiers often made mistakes and couldn't even march in step properly.

Sometimes, deep down, he felt that they were a bunch of good-for-nothings who couldn't be helped.

However, he never showed anger on the surface, and his smile was always warm and friendly, which helped him win over a large number of people.

If you don't treat them well, what will they be willing to risk their lives for you?
He can fool a bunch of people into rushing to their deaths with just a smile.

But watching them face their deaths, I sometimes feel they were too foolish, so easily fooled into sacrificing their lives.

Therefore, he kept a very strict eye on the policy regarding pensions.

Anyone who dares to touch those pensions will be made to pay with their lives.

Roman went to inspect the road paving progress today—he should have gone yesterday, but was delayed by entertaining guests.

The progress of these projects needs to be monitored constantly. If you relax even slightly, these lowly people will cause you trouble.

There's one last chapter, it'll be released tomorrow.

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