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

Chapter 415 Let's build two schools first.
The extraordinary power of humankind is a projection from the Netherworld, a dark and profound reflection of everything on earth—this is the theory advocated by Margaret.

However, the theory was not proposed by Margaret, but by an ancient claim.

When a weak mortal dies, his soul will tread the Path of the Dead and travel to the afterlife.

The powerful knights of conquest, the court witches... these extraordinary beings could move around in the Netherworld before they died, but their actions were usually unconscious, merely repeating everything in the real world, like phantoms in a mirror.

Margaret believed that those steel phantoms were essentially the souls of the supernatural projected onto the underworld.

All things on earth that possess extraordinary power have a place in the Netherworld.

If all things must eventually die, then the extraordinary beings have already determined their place in the Netherworld before they are even born.

The energy within a superhuman's body, the magic steel weapon in their hand, the orogenic bronze armor on their body... all superhuman power originates from the Netherworld.

This absurd theory has few supporters.

If the theory is true, then the extraordinary beings are not human beings, but beings from the Netherworld; the illusions of the Netherworld are the true nature of the extraordinary beings.

Such unorthodox and heretical practices will naturally not be recognized.

Theories that do not gain public acceptance will be rejected, and Margaret was no exception.

Other witches never engaged in deep discussions with her. She was regarded as an outcast and a madwoman among the witches.

Roman believes the theory is worth pondering because if the real world cannot interfere with the Netherworld, then the only supernatural power capable of interfering with the Netherworld belongs to the Netherworld itself.

So what is the real world to the Netherworld?
How do the gods of the underworld view the human world?
Roman has a scientific mindset, and the most important thing about science is enlightenment.

He never denied objective facts, nor did he deny the existence of the gods.

But he knew that a society with low productivity could not give birth to an earthly paradise.

If the gods can create a heavenly kingdom on earth, then it means that the gods' productivity is above all else, just like the two magic cannons fired by the Felicia sisters are equivalent to the labor of hundreds of workers in a day.

But as it turns out, the gods' followers still live in dire straits, suffering from hunger and cold, and no food falls from the sky.

Even if most people manage to survive this harsh winter, they will face an unprecedented famine next year.

That was the lean season, when people at the bottom of society would eat the seeds of the following year because of hunger.

Meanwhile, the followers of the gods and the dragons are still fighting a desperate battle to spread their faith.

Roman knew those things, but he had no other choice.

The city of Plenty is still locked in a stalemate with Makor's hundreds of thousands of troops, and the former has been winning.

This victory is only a burden for Roman, needlessly consuming his resources and bringing him no real benefit.

Markel knew this well, and he had always hoped to use his strong Ironclad reserves to drag out the collapse of Plenty City, keeping Roman preoccupied and exhausted.

Roman was also stalling, until Markor could no longer afford the cost of stationing troops there.

This standoff is destined to be long.

For the past six months, both sides have been fully focused on their confrontation.

Roman remained confident of victory.

King Jian of Qin led his army to conquer Chu. King Jian had an army of 600,000, but he chose to defend his territory and stationed himself at the gates of Chu for more than a year. He managed to exhaust Chu by using the abundant national strength of Qin.

War is all about logistics.

Hundreds of thousands of people who had given up their jobs, and the Qin state supported them for over a year, just to sit at your doorstep—who wouldn't get goosebumps seeing that?

However, it's not that Roman looks down on Macol, but given the current situation, unless the Papacy turns its guns around and abandons the northern front, the Black Iron cannot afford to hold out against him.

Let alone a year, it would be a testament to Macol's skillful leadership if they could even get through this winter.

……

"This winter..." Roman placed Nellie's letter on the table and muttered a few words to himself.

In an agrarian society, people depended on the weather for their livelihood.

Winter is the season when agriculture comes to a standstill.

Farmers at the bottom of society do their best just to prepare heating fuel and living supplies. In winter, they can only stay at home and try their best to reduce energy consumption.

Under Roman's rule, however, things were quite different.

Everyone is working diligently on various construction projects.

The recycling of agricultural labor means that Roman can put them into other projects.

Because if they don't work, they won't earn a living. If they don't work, they'll just sit around and eat their savings away. They haven't even finished paying off their debt to the lord yet, so how can they not work hard?

Farmers need free food, and lords need free labor.

What is a match made in heaven? This is a match made in heaven!

……

Roman secretly planned the winter's construction schedule. Two more schools. Given the pace of development in Plenty City, they would be needed sooner or later; there were more and more newborns now.

The same goes for hospitals and clinics; the more the merrier. Allicin has a strong antibacterial effect, so those witches and Garin who know herbs can help treat minor illnesses and ailments.

What about the livestock farm? Should we build another one? But silage is a problem. The livestock farming scale in Fengrao City has reached its limit. If there is a shortage of meat in the future, we can just bring it from the meadow pasture.

Let's build a brewery. Of all the goods, beer sells the best, sometimes even in short supply. Let's just build a brewery here in Plenty City too.

And then there's military development. The Silver Moon Knights already comprise a company; what other ways are there to improve their combat strength? Are they just going to let them crush the Knights of the Gods...?

"Roman!" Just as Roman was pondering, a lively voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Roman turned his head and saw Sanna running enthusiastically toward him.

Sanna's wheat-colored skin had a healthy vitality, and her facial expression was full of joy.

"Hehe, I've come to see you. I hope I haven't bothered you." She smiled brightly as she stood in front of the desk.

Roman beckoned her over, then reached out to brush the snow off Sanna's head and tidied her slightly disheveled hair.

She came on horseback, covered in dust from the journey.

"Are you off today?" he asked.

“Boss Monica said they won’t attack today, so she gave me a day off,” Sanna replied.

She was also on the front lines, only a dozen kilometers behind Roman's position, so she would come over whenever it was her turn to rest.

She was talented, but not very useful on the front lines. However, she was extremely useful in guerrilla warfare, serving as an outstanding scout and sentry, and thus made remarkable contributions.

“Then they won’t attack again,” Roman said.

Winter is not a suitable time for fighting.

Makoll couldn't defeat him in open field battles or decisive battles, so he could only rely on harassment tactics with small units, but this was a futile effort and he was thwarted many times.

Sanna alone can establish a five-kilometer-wide perimeter, and no troop movement can escape her perception.

Sanna then sat on Roman's lap.

She wore a light black wool sweater, her waist was slender and she had explosive power. Her skin was very firm and her thighs were also taut.

She reached out and cupped his face in her hands, gazing into his eyes and looking at his face, feeling all her fatigue and coldness disappear.

Roman felt that Sanna's hands were cold and rough. When she pressed them against his face, the calluses were hard, the result of years of wielding a sword. She also had a faint, lingering smell of horse manure on her body.

Roman put his arm around Sanna's waist. The heavy political affairs needed some spice, so he didn't mind the witches' intimate actions towards him.

But Shasta was very reserved, and Margaret was a bit naive; they rarely took the initiative and were no longer young girls.

Sanna, on the other hand, was only twenty years old, still young, enthusiastic and proactive. She was Roman's first five-star apostle, and he adored her.

"Why don't you go find Gweil?" Roman thought the two of them had a very good relationship.

Gweil is still in a greenhouse, everyone is protecting her, and Roman has not yet made a move on her.

Sanna, on the other hand, had long been a seasoned veteran, a skilled guerrilla fighter.

"I miss you," she said with a smile.

"Is that so?" Roman smiled gently.

Sanna nodded seriously, her eyes darting around, and whispered in Roman's ear, "Has Kao gotten stronger again?"

She gets along with everyone, and everyone speaks highly of her, except for Kao.

The siblings were sworn enemies; Kao never acknowledged Sanna, and Sanna held a deep grudge against Kao's fists and kicks.

She vowed to defeat the strong and cold-blooded Khal and make him experience the pain she had once felt.

"Yes." Roman nodded. He had raised Kao from the third tier to the fourth tier, which required a lot of resources.

“I want one too…” Sanna looked at Roman pitifully.

"what would you like?"

"I want everything." The witch bent down.

Roman gently stroked her head.

This is part of the plan. Now that the average training level of the apostles has improved, Roman is not planning to recruit new apostles for the time being. It's time to strengthen the high-end combat power.

It wasn't just Kao. Green, Aaron, Nathan, and others also advanced to the fourth rank.

Dick and Jet are both fifth-tier knights.

Roman picked up a pencil and listed the construction plan on the paper one by one.

Let's build two schools first...

(End of this chapter)