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

Chapter 399 Power Means Responsibility
Now, the Papal Knights have unleashed the effects of spells, enabling them to cast a variety of spells.

To counter the increasingly formidable enemy, one must master combat units of the same caliber as the Knights of the Gods; otherwise, when the two sides meet on the battlefield, the weaker side will suffer greater losses.

The 'Black Iron' is effective against all extraordinary units in the world, but it is extremely costly and expensive. At its peak, the Conquerors had about three thousand Black Iron units, all of whom perished in the Nether Sea. The later Black Iron King spared no expense in forging a thousand suits of armor. Now, only three hundred Black Iron units remain in the world, and most of them are old, sick, or injured.

Tashina brought a hundred Black Irons to support them, which proved extremely effective in the defense of Plenty City. When they lined up in a row and advanced like a wall, only the Sinnoh Guardians could stop the Black Irons, while the Tide Knights could only flee.

But these powerful and elite units only obeyed Iotashina; they did not belong to Roman.

The newly born Silvermoon Knights will then serve him.

This unit type must be trained. Replacing plate armor with moonlight armor is like upgrading from ragtag weapons, as it can effectively increase magic resistance.

Roman glanced again at the casting technology of Moonlight.

Generally speaking, the stronger the armor, the higher the cost.

Paladins stand at the pinnacle of all knights because they are clad in full adamantite armor, protected by tens of thousands of gold coins, with maximum physical and magical resistance, making them virtually impervious to ordinary weapons.

On this land, war is all about spending money; if you don't spend money, how can you gain strength?

The side that spends the most money on in-game purchases becomes stronger!
The Moonlight Armor was extremely expensive to forge, and the technology required was very demanding. The fact that it required Silver Moon Gems alone stumped all the technical thieves.

The highest quality Moonlight Armor is made primarily of adamantite, mithril, and moonstone, and a single set would cost several thousand gold coins.

Ordinary Silvermoon Knights can't wear such good armor, nor are they qualified. The main materials of the armor are mithril, moonstone, and magic steel, and a set costs several hundred gold coins.

Roman nodded to himself; the standard version was fine. The deluxe version was too expensive, and only the Silver Moon Lords of past generations were qualified to wear it.

In the past two years, Origin City has focused on mining and farming, accumulating some wealth. It's not difficult to produce a dozen or so sets of armor.

The difficulty lies in selecting the right people. The candidates must be highly talented, the best of the best, otherwise it wouldn't be worth the expensive cost.

Roman returned the jewels and manuscript to Lysa. "You will oversee the forging process, and I will select the best rider to serve as Silver Moon Knights..."

He tapped the armrest of the chair with his finger, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then turned to Green and said, "Incorporate the Silver Moon Knights into the special forces unit, and put them in your command."

Lysa immediately opened her eyes wide, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

Roman restructured a military system.

The largest number of soldiers were privates.

Squad leader, company commander, and battalion commander are all non-commissioned officer ranks.

Green was the Special Forces Commander, the highest-ranking officer, second only to Commander Jet and Deputy Commander Dick.

However, there are fewer special forces members compared to guards and heavy infantry, so Green only has two or three squads under his command.

She inherited the family business, so she essentially joined the group with her own investment and was a shareholder. Forget about having an independent organizational structure, how come she can't even get command of the Silver Moon Knights?
Silver Moon Lysa felt a bitter taste in her mouth when she heard Roman ask, "Do you have any doubts?"

Lysa saw him sitting there, young and energetic, yet with a calm demeanor, the unique quality of a lord in a high position who wields absolute power.

He was the sole ruler, his word was law, and no one was allowed to question him. Those living at the bottom of society never even saw his smile, because he genuinely hated and despised them. Yet they all praised the King of the Valley as an extremely dignified ruler, impartial, generous, and just, a rare and tolerant lord.

"A forgiving lord," Lysa repeated to herself. As long as you do as he asks, he'll naturally be forgiving, because he has no reason to criticize you. What a bunch of complete fools. She cursed inwardly, beginning to understand why Roman was always impatient with them; he didn't want flattery or praise, nor did he want worship.

Instead, execute—execute every command he gives, without exception. Do not be lazy, do not question, and do not argue.

Some people, however, fail to realize that instead of implementing policies effectively, they always try to take shortcuts and cheat, believing that saying nice things will exempt them from criticism and allow them to receive rewards and everything they want. This is the inherent weakness of human nature.

“I will cooperate fully!” Lysa held the gemstone and bowed slightly, as elegant as a court witch, silently reciting the family motto 'Silver Moon Witness' in her heart.

Roman nodded in surprise; it seemed that this trip had left a deep impression on Lysa.

He used to dislike Lysa, thinking she was always trying to scheme and take shortcuts, and that she was not ambitious in adversity and always wanted to ask others for help to improve her situation. She would be very resentful if he asked her to do anything. Although she hid her resentment very well, it was impossible to hide it from those in power. "You are a witch, so this is what you should do. Why are you pretending to be an aristocrat in front of me?"

Roman saw her as a commoner witch who was dissatisfied with her current situation and wanted to be superior to others—presumably because her status was too low and she was having a fit of hysteria while serving tea and water to others.

Of course, it turned out that she was not an ordinary person, but an ugly duckling with great potential.

But in the valley, let alone the Ugly Duckling, even Tasina, a purebred swan, can't be his shareholder. I, Roman, am the only one above others. What kind of status do you have that you dare to sit on equal footing with me?

Roman felt that Lysa, having suddenly gained immense power, would likely become arrogant and, if neglected, would unleash all the resentment she had accumulated, expressing her needs in extreme ways—relying on her capital to become a nobleman and, like a nouveau riche, make up for her past experiences.

While arrogance is a poor strategy, it's human nature. If that were the case, Roman would never allow anyone to challenge his authority; he would force her to compromise and relegate Lysa to an insignificant position.

Of course, this is the worst-case scenario. Lysa acted with composure, and it seems that not only have the freckles on her face disappeared, but also her resentment. Now she has a bit of aristocratic demeanor, unperturbed by honor or disgrace, indifferent to staying or leaving. Roman glanced at his relationship level with Lysa, which was 84, and it was considered relatively high among the apostles. It seems that she has truly let go of the past.

"With the Silver Moon Gem in your hands, make the most of its power, and you will receive the rewards you deserve," Roman said.

Power implies responsibility, and its allocation is crucial.

Roman has five commanders-in-chief and thirty or forty battalion commanders, all of whom are outstanding on the battlefield, the best performers in peacetime, loyal and reliable, and have proven themselves in various situations.

Lysa is not qualified to be compared to them at the moment; she has not been tested.

“Thank you, Your Highness, but Silvermoon Knights are not only armored, but also possess magic. If your chosen ones cannot master magic, then they cannot be considered qualified Silvermoon Knights.”

“I will try to solve this problem,” Roman said. He didn’t guarantee it, but Lysa had a strange feeling that he really could help the chosen ones master magic; it was a very subtle feeling.

Perhaps that's the charm of a lord.

Through a series of precise and effective decisions and decisive victories, he forcefully promoted the construction of the entire city, winning the love and respect of everyone and accumulating immense prestige.

When he appears in front of you, you feel a strong sense of security, as if all your worries will disappear.

It's truly impressive, incredibly impressive; at the very least, she was completely convinced.

Then, Roman stared at the twin witches, his expression serious. "You two, I've heard you're skilled at destruction. Could you show me?"

Both of them were very confident. "Just ask, and we can breach even the walls of a castle head-on—provided you get Lysa to lend us the jewels."

A smile gradually appeared on Roman's face.

“Use the gems as you see fit, but not the city walls. I need something much more substantial than city walls. I hope you can help me overcome these obstacles.”

(End of this chapter)