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

Chapter 386 He came here to become emperor!

Upon receiving the order, Dave led his soldiers straight in, ignoring the desperate cries and pleas for mercy from the slave traders inside the cages.

As Roman said.

Execute them all!

This was a cold-blooded massacre!

It ended very quickly.

In less than a minute, the soldiers dragged away all the gradually cooling corpses, leaving a very wide trail of blood on the dirty, filthy mud.

The drizzle blurred the scene, and the blood and mud mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish the original colors.

The sudden change startled everyone in the vicinity!

The numb prisoners suddenly snapped out of their daze and stared in fear through the fence at what was happening there.

Despite their limited knowledge, the current situation speaks for itself.

My gods above!

The dozen or so important figures who used to chat and laugh with the knight were killed in an instant!
"Will it be our turn next?" the slave wondered fearfully.

Before other noble lords, they might have a chance to survive. But not here. There were many rumors about this place, and no one considered it a good place. In the rumors, it was a cursed land filled with terrifying spells, and without exception, every life that came to this land would die on the spot.

The demonic moon from the Azure Moon shines upon the earth, with only the stark white bones gleaming in its light!
Because the one who ordered their execution was the true master of this land, the demon lord spoken of by the priests, a veritable ruler of terror!
If only it were another lord... Their hearts were filled with grief, helplessness, struggle, and prayer.

A gloomy sky, a damp cage, a desperate drizzle, a silent air... a gray world, a gray future.

Having witnessed the lord's ruthless killings, they had never missed their former noble lord so much.

Unfamiliar lord, unfamiliar soldiers, unfamiliar system—they were completely out of place.

The supreme ruler stood motionless on horseback, his invisible aura pressing down on the entire world and making everyone feel oppressed.

'Gods, why have we been brought here?' Many slaves felt a deep despair from the bottom of their hearts, secretly sobbing and silently giving up.

"Your Highness, mission accomplished!" Dave broke the silence, raising his fist and bowing to Roman.

Roman nodded slightly, his expression indifferent, as if he had just executed a pack of wild dogs.

He came here to become emperor!

Whoever I say dies, dies!

Roman turned the reins, and the horse trotted to another cage, the one where the camp prostitutes were imprisoned.

The camp prostitutes were quite attractive, ranging in age from their teens to their fifties, numbering less than a hundred. Compared to the 100,000 troops, they were insignificant, but not everyone could enjoy this service.

They were slaves, mere sex tools.

Merchants viewed them as toys to amuse their knights, but wealthy mercenaries could also enjoy them. Lower-ranking mercenaries, however, were different. Without mounts, they had to walk over ten kilometers a day carrying heavy loads, walking silently, with no nightlife whatsoever.

"You didn't touch them, did you?" Roman glanced at Dave.

Dafo solemnly replied, "Your Highness, my soldiers guarantee they didn't touch... There were a few ignorant militiamen, but I stopped them all!"

Roman nodded slightly, glanced around, pointed at a girl, and then beckoned with his finger, the meaning of which was self-evident.

After the girl stood up, she stumbled and almost fell. After regaining her balance, she saw that Roman was still staring at her, so she slowly walked over.

She had black hair, was thin, and had a youthful appearance. She was not yet sixteen and stood in front, as tall as a horse.

“Look up,” Roman said. “What’s your name?”

“Mézel.” She looked up at Roman’s face, perhaps misunderstanding something, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, her hands trembling as she lifted the hem of her thin blouse.

She was dressed nicely, not in rough linen, but she was completely naked from the waist down, and her thighs were bruised.

She was showcasing her youthful physical charm as if she were introducing a product.

"Put your hands down. Do you enjoy this job?" Roman thought it was a professional habit. Meizel didn't answer. She lacked experience and could only maintain a stiff smile, which looked like she was about to cry.

"Hmph," Roman snorted, guessing she wasn't born a slut. He loathed the industry, but some people had no choice but to sell their bodies to survive, and it wasn't a matter of right or wrong.

Meizel stood trembling before Roman. Her legs were shaking, and she actually cried, even though she knew it was an unsightly display that would ruin the lord's impression of her, but she couldn't suppress her physiological instincts.

"Will you execute me?" she asked, choking back tears.

Roman glanced at her, then looked at the other camp prostitutes. The women made no sound or move, like geckos on a wall, quietly awaiting their fate.

“Don’t be silly, you are innocent,” Roman said.

He didn't want to stay there any longer. He grabbed the reins, turned around, and drove away.

The figure walked further and further away until it disappeared into the misty drizzle.

……

Roman first found jobs for all the slaves.

The city of Fengrao has a large labor shortage, but we can't just fill positions with people arbitrarily. Labor allocation involves various aspects and must be done reasonably.

As mentioned earlier, these slaves were substandard and unable to perform high-intensity labor, making them even more difficult to distribute.

In terms of health, it was actually the camp prostitutes who were the healthiest.

Roman sent them to work in the textile factory and kitchen—they could sing erotic songs and were taught how to serve men, so it might take them some time to adjust.

But there are no professions in his territory that allow one to survive simply by spreading one's legs.

Anyone with hands and feet should work!
If you're sexually repressed, go find a woman to marry; if you're sexually frustrated, go find a man to marry. Quickly form a family and breed more little calves and horses!

On his way back, Roman pondered his future plans.

Population is of paramount importance, but rash expansion will only lead to a decline in dominance and expose vulnerabilities, let alone during wartime.

Shasta then asked, "Your Highness, are you interested in prostitutes?"

Roman looked at Shasta in surprise.

The witch's expression was indifferent, as if she were asking a casual question.

Roman scoffed, "No, they're not good enough for me."

“Oh,” Shasta nodded. She knew she shouldn’t ask, but she couldn’t help herself. The lord’s and slave’s identities were obvious, but he wasn’t an ordinary slave; he was a sex slave, and he was young, possibly unable to resist temptation, because nobles all liked mistresses, the more exciting the better…

A lot came to mind in an instant, and she suddenly became concerned about this matter. She couldn't compare to those professionals when it came to pleasing others. She glanced at Margaret without realizing it, but she didn't know what the latter was thinking.

The Scarlet Witch was lost in her own world, oblivious to everything.

"Why do you ask about this?"

“You seem to be in a bad mood,” Shasta said truthfully. She sometimes saw Roman like this, his face gloomy, as if he had encountered a difficult situation.

Shasta and Margaret were Roman's close attendants, and he didn't seem to mind them much, asking curiously, "They're pitiful, don't you feel sorry for them?"

But this question is a bit beyond the scope of Xia Shita's knowledge.

The witch blinked and shook her head.

Roman discovered that Shasta was also a remarkable person—she only cared about her witch sisters and treated everyone else the same.

However, if Shasta had a strong sense of justice and loved to fight for the underdog, he wouldn't have survived this long—there is no one in this world who remains untainted by the mud.

In this unpredictable world, everyone has to compromise to survive. Their actions and thoughts are all a bit off, which seems like madness to modern people.

He was the only exception, refusing to compromise his principles and single-handedly strengthening the world.

(End of this chapter)