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

Chapter 362: Although there are few people, they are not strong either.

“Yes, Your Highness, without you, Sea Castle would cease to exist. We are filled with gratitude for you, please give us this opportunity.” Nina spoke politely and gently, not in her everyday clothes, but in a formal dress she had brought from Sea Castle, seemingly unfazed by the cold winter.

Roman astutely pointed out: "You actually hope that I will awaken your dormant deep-sea bloodline once again, don't you?"

Nina and her group were all alarmed. This was the main reason, but they absolutely did not want their purpose to be exposed so openly. These words sounded like an accusation, which was a very bad omen and made them look like people with ill intentions.

“But I agreed.” Roman changed the subject. “Is it just you two?”

Her kin behind her focused their gaze on Nina, who felt uneasy. She had a painful past and felt this was a trap, as if the speakers were toying with them. The situation had developed too suddenly, like a capricious storm at sea, and she stood on the edge of a steep cliff, feeling the moment of choosing her fate. All her thoughts rushed to her mind, and she bit her lip tightly, trembling as she said, "...Yes."

"Is it really just you? Neliel should tell you, I don't like to repeat myself. I can awaken your lost power. The future is in your hands, don't miss it."

Nina looked up and saw the nobleman sitting in a chair, relaxed and casual, leaning slightly against the back and left armrest. The shadows and candlelight intertwined, creating distinct layers. His face was rugged, with extremely deep lines, like a sculpture of a great king. His eyes, like the red sun, were set in deep sockets, casting a bright but not dazzling gaze.

She suddenly realized that all her worries and fears vanished the moment their eyes met.

She was even ashamed of her narrow-minded and dark thoughts.

"And my kinsmen...some male kinsmen."

Roman, with his legs crossed and chin resting on his hand, said casually, "Then let them all come here, and I will grant you what you've always dreamed of."

He spoke casually, but Nina and the others were overjoyed and quickly gathered their kin. There were about a hundred of them, some former slaves of Sea Castle, and others Sea Castle people sent by Neliel to strengthen ties.

These people possessed the blood of the divine, and when they chose to leave the deep sea, the glory of that oceanic bloodline faded and withered at an extremely rapid pace.

The people of Haibao are willing to give everything for a chance to awaken their bloodline, but the problem is that their efforts may not necessarily yield results.

Because the people of Seafort are not suited to be knights of conquest.

The Deepsea Warriors are the darlings of the ocean, natural masters of water. When the Deepsea Warriors disappeared from their race, Sea Fortress faced its darkest hour, and in the end, they couldn't even find a qualified lord for Sea Fortress.

Neliel is a miracle, but although she possesses the power of all previous Sea Fortress Lords, she feels that she cannot stand alone in the face of the current state and future of Sea Fortress. Therefore, she sends Nina and others to replicate the miracle.

Based on experience, one is considered to have awakened when they climb into the bed of the King of the Valley.

Therefore, beautiful women take priority. And if the King of the Valley were to speak, there are plenty of handsome men to be found in Sea Castle.

The future is right in front of us; we must seize it no matter what.

But Roman wasn't interested, neither in men nor women, except for Neel, who was too beautiful.

……

Roman recruited them all as apostles, only to find that they were all small fry, one-star or two-star.

It can only be said that the Haibao bloodline has truly declined.

He temporarily selected thirty or forty Sea Fortress Apostles and upgraded their energy attributes from E+ to D.

When you don't know which attribute to improve, you can't go wrong by choosing the one with the highest value—just like the witch, the Sea Fortress Man has the highest energy attribute.

The Deepsea Warriors, also known as Deepsea Knights, are literally the counterpart to the Conqueror Knights, but their fighting style leans towards that of spellcasters.

Legend has it that they can move on water and are truly fantastical creatures, making them extremely difficult to raise.

Roman knew what Neliel was thinking, but he had never considered it before because he was too busy and had limited resources—he couldn't even train enough Valley Apostles, let alone Sea Fortress Apostles.

In the context of large-scale warfare, the Sea Fortress people are not even worthy of being considered as part of the numbers. Moreover, a deep-sea warrior standing on land is as powerless as a knight-errant in the water.

Even if they dive into the water, what big waves can a few low-level deep-sea creatures stir up?

Roman can only say that he has made a haphazard move for now, which may come in handy someday.

After all, this world will never be a world of knights-errant.

It also has a place among other forces.

For example, the spellcaster.

The Vatican deeply abhors those who cast spells, believing that hell is empty and the devils are among us.

But Roman didn't care about that, because of the witch, he also had a unique understanding of magic, and ultimately concluded—

Although there are few spellcasters, they are not strong either.

The situation on the Vatican's side is probably much the same.

Roman felt that there was really no difference between priests and spellcasters.

A calm and thoughtful assessment reveals that even with increased support from the Vatican, the improvement would be quite limited.

The reason is simple: if the Papacy's divine magic was invincible, it wouldn't have been sealed off by Ionus for a century and only dared to preach in secret.

This is similar to how the main force of the Papacy could not have reached Blackburg if the Grand Duke of Rage had not betrayed it.

……

Blackburg, the palace, the council chamber.

“She must have allied with the Blasphemers, and the Blasphemers will support her!” The new king of Blackburg stared at the secret letter, which described the White Steel Princess leading her troops to the valley.

The current Prime Minister, Duke Payne of Raget, said, "Your Majesty, please do not worry, you are now the Lord of the Black Iron."

“She will kill me,” he said, trembling, like a mouse whose tail has been stepped on by a white elephant, panicked and disoriented.

Iolion's eldest son, Ionus, died young, while his second son, Ionis, was a dissolute prince who indulged in pleasure.

He had affairs with prostitutes and wealthy women, and while he was eloquent when talking about women, he was a complete mess when dealing with government affairs.

This person is definitely not a qualified king.

Grand Duke Fury was disappointed; Ionis's father was determined to die on the battlefield. But when he found Ionis in Blackburg, he found the latter drunk and sprawled among prostitutes, using alcohol and women to escape reality.

Iotashina was decisive and chose to evacuate Blackburg and make a tactical retreat, but Blackburg was too chaotic at that time, and she had too many things to worry about, so she neglected her brother.

Payne helped Ionius ascend to the throne, but the Iron Crown shattered, and the bloodline of the conqueror was no longer restrained, revealing his mediocrity and cowardice.

“Princess Tashina is His Majesty’s sister…” Payne was interrupted by Ionis before he could finish speaking, “No, Uncle Payne… Your Excellency, you don’t know the true nature of that madwoman Tashina. She sent a secret envoy saying that she would personally kill me because I defiled the Black Iron Throne. She always keeps her word!”

The master of the Iron Throne was on tenterhooks, and the descendants of the conquerors were on the verge of tears.

(End of this chapter)