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

Chapter 401 He killed her

For several days in a row, the twins received a grand welcome in the city of abundance. Roman treated them as honored guests, providing them with all sorts of treatment. Every meal was a banquet-level affair, and Roman even assigned them a private chef.

He is a pragmatic person, and he favors those who are highly productive.

The twins freed thousands of people from arduous labor months ahead of schedule. Not only was the food supply in Plenty City not expensive, but even if the twins wanted to eat delicacies, Roman felt he should find a way to get them. There was no other reason than that they deserved it.

He focused his energy on the casting technology of 'Moonlight'.

Smelting technology requires a lot of preparation: manpower, materials, furnaces—everything has to be started from scratch. If the entire technology isn't thoroughly mastered, the failure rate will be too high, and the quality of the finished product will also be poor.

Roman studied it for several days. Overall, the technique didn't require highly skilled craftsmen, but mithril was expensive and had an astonishingly high loss rate. He planned to make a few prototypes to see the effect first, and then see if he could increase production later.

Although productivity is the only god, without raw materials, increasing the speed a hundredfold is useless; otherwise, he wouldn't have needed textile workers to farm.

Roman hopes to find a exploitable silver mine, but this is a long-term task that cannot be accomplished in the short term.

Moreover, he doesn't have much time left.

……

this day.

A giant eagle circled in the sky, its sharp, menacing cry tearing through the heavens and conveying a sense of unease—the Warcraft witch had released it to patrol the surrounding skies and provide a watchful presence.

"What did it discover?" Shasta asked gravely. The giant eagle was always quiet. It had been raised by a witch since childhood and fed with secret medicine. It could throw objects weighing thousands of pounds into the sky and was a genuine magical beast.

"Uninvited guests!" Gemini also looked up at the sky.

Boo!
The eagle's cry echoed through the sky, filled with fear. Its feathers bristled, and it fled in panic, a few black feathers drifting down.

Just then, the enormous creature appeared from the clouds, its shadow blocking out the sunlight, its wings spread wide, as if blotting out the sky.

It swiftly swept across the sky, its glassy vertical pupils locking onto the giant eagle.

This was a high-altitude chase, with one pursuing and the other fleeing. In the blink of an eye, the two had covered a hundred meters. Although the giant eagle was faster than the red dragon, it was not easy for it to shake off the latter.

"Come back!" The witch emerged from the castle, her hands forming a hand seal. The giant eagle, summoned, accelerated, shaking off its pursuers, and swooped down from the sky like an arrow released from a bow.

call!
It landed lightly, folded its wings, and huddled behind the witch, trembling, even though the witch's small body couldn't completely conceal its figure.

Boom!

The hunter followed closely behind, its wingspan far exceeding that of the giant eagle, reaching approximately ten meters, easily stirring up fierce winds. The entire Bountiful Castle appeared before it like a giant toy, easily destroyed.

"Halt!" The twins stepped forward, their fingers glowing as magic surged. "Or don't blame me for taking action!"

“Betrid is just playing a game with it, young man, I don’t think you need to be nervous.” A human head popped out from behind the dragon, then its full form was revealed.

This person was disheveled, with a wrinkled face, wrapped in animal skin, his face smeared with various paints, and thick braided hair. He wore various metal and gemstone ornaments, appearing to be the attire of a spellcaster, but the style was far too ancient and primitive. The divine language he spoke was also very broken, as if he came from another distant land.

Felicia knew that she and the Black Iron Witch were not from the same lineage, but rather she came from the Arctic Ocean and was a witch from the land of Igor.

The pirates joined forces, choosing Alex as their pirate king, and the Ego witch also chose to serve him. Meanwhile, the land there was harsh, resources scarce, and the law of nature dictated survival of the fittest; those who could fight their way from Ego to the Black Iron were no ordinary people.

“I don’t think so!” The twins said with a stern face. At first glance, they knew that this person was probably no less than a seated witch and was an elder in the Ego society.

"Because you don't understand them. They are the rulers of the sky, every part of the sky. All flying creatures should revere them. That little bird should understand why." The old witch smiled sinisterly.

Her attire was bizarre and sinister, making it impossible for anyone to like her.

"Then you'd better pray they don't land and just stay in the sky." A calm and steady voice came, full of authority.

“That won’t do. Even a great dragon needs to rest on land.” The witch Ego turned to the source of the voice. “King of the Valley, I am Idne.”

When she grinned, she revealed the few remaining black teeth.

Roman frowned upon seeing this. What frowned even more was the red dragon beneath the witch. He had seen them in battlefield simulations, but those were just illusions; this was the first time he had witnessed the true form of a dragon.

A colossal creature stood before him, its hard scales like crystals, its wings spread wide, its aura terrifying, truly like a storm descending!
Roman suddenly understood why Gemini called them storms of calamity.

Helicopters generate huge air currents when they land, and dragons do it even more, as their wings can manipulate storms.

Just getting close is enough to blow light adults into the air, while ground debris and dust are whipped up high, like a raging sandstorm, creating a terrifying natural disaster.

This legendary species was considered an ominous sign that plunged the land into despair, and it once brought endless terror to the people of the Pegasus Plain.

Shasta was on high alert, while Margaret remained silent, her silent eyes flashing with a dangerous crimson light.

“Idne, you should speak from the ground,” the twins said, raising their hands as if introducing him. “Since you know his identity, you should know that you shouldn’t make a young king look up at you.”

Idne sat on the back of the dragon, which was four or five meters high. She was old and sinister, with broad bones but a thin body and prominent joints. She spoke in a stilted voice.

"Girls, this is the Pirate King's decree. He wants us to pass on his message. We can do whatever we want."

Idne was not fluent in the ancient divine language of this land, and her speech was halting and interspersed with unfamiliar words.

The twins emphasized, "Even if Alex is the King of Ego, his will cannot supersede the will of the King of the Valley."

They upheld his dignity, while Roman carefully examined the red dragon's scales. The first duke had encountered a red dragon and fought it head-on, thus earning the name "Cracked Armor."

"I don't understand what you're saying," Idne said.

"I said this is before the King of the Valley!"

The witch Ego shook her head in a savage and vulgar manner. "Below us is Bertrid. If this boy had inherited the throne of the Cracked Armor, Bertrid would have respected him, but this boy doesn't. It can see that the boy is merely a king of the human race. A king of the human race in the soil is powerless before a higher dragon, and he cannot command us either."

The witch was somewhat annoyed. "Don't these savages know any manners?" She considered herself quite primitive, having spent years living with wild beasts and dressing herself in a savage manner, but the witch Ego had opened her eyes to a whole new world.

Roman finally spoke. "State your purpose, Idene."

Idne said, "Alex wants you to join forces with him to attack Ironflower County."

She was straightforward and direct, as if she were saying something ordinary.

Roman shook his head slightly. "I can't."

Idne spoke bluntly. “You have to do it even if you can’t. We have dragons. Dragons can destroy everything, and they can burn down your valleys. The boys of Iceland can’t fight back, and neither can you.”

Roman was completely shocked.

Is this person really Alex's messenger?

The negotiations were conducted in such a straightforward manner, leaving no room for negotiation.

He immediately realized that Idne was telling the truth; she really was there on behalf of Alex, not to cause trouble or ruin their relationship.

The dragon is right here; Alex couldn't possibly not know that.

With its strong hind legs landing on its feet and its long neck, Bertrid's wings created a powerful gust of wind with each flap, making it a standout among dragons.

“I considered him an ally, we had trade dealings in the past, and now he wants to destroy all of that? Very well! Let him have his way.” Roman gritted his teeth, his suppressed rage palpable, his crimson eyes intensely focused, as if they were about to burst into flames.

He was truly enraged! Alex was arrogant and conceited, and Idne looked down on him with an air of superiority—their attitude was simply outrageous! Did they really think he was a pushover just because they were a man and a dragon?

I think you guys really want to die!

"Felicia, Margaret, kill her!"

(End of this chapter)