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

Chapter 55 Shock
"Eat quickly, eat quickly, eat quickly..." Agatha pleaded.

Agata kept scooping up the porridge from the bowl with a wooden spoon and bringing it to the mouth of the seven- or eight-month-old baby.

The child, who had been starving for days, did not open his mouth for a long time.

After leaving the northern land, she first developed a fever and experienced severe discomfort, vomiting profusely. After the fever subsided, her body was unable to keep up with the nutritional needs.

The baby's eyes were dim, revealing extreme weakness. The fierce crying earlier seemed to be a last burst of energy before death, exhausting all the vitality of this little life.

With tears in her eyes, Agata forced the porridge into the baby's mouth, but it kept spilling out of the corners of his mouth, showing no sign of being swallowed. She couldn't get it in with the wooden spoon, and the baby didn't even cough.

"Please, eat quickly..." Agatha pleaded, tears streaming down her face. Prolonged hunger had nearly robbed her of her ability to produce milk; her shriveled breasts could no longer produce any milk. Her child had cried day and night, but she was powerless to help. She had even considered drawing blood from her fingers to let her child lick it. Now that she had food, why couldn't she eat?

She felt intense grief and despair, and held the child, letting out silent sobs.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she stood up, her legs weak and sore, and rushed to the lord at breakneck speed.

A composed-looking knight stopped her. The strict hierarchy indicated that this was not a place she should set foot on. If she disturbed the noble lord, she would most likely be sentenced to death.

But Agatha couldn't care less about that now.

The young lord looked at her, while Agatha kept handing the child out of her arms, her face showing pleading and pain.

……

Roman glanced at the woman from Wandong.

He hadn't leveled up his [Medical] skills, so he couldn't figure out the specific problem the child had.

"Dota!" Roman called out as he turned around.

The young man who had been a hunter turned guard immediately came to him.

Following Aaron's instructions on military posture, he stood ramrod straight, like a pine tree.

Roman pointed to the young baby and said, "Take him to the mountains and let Garin see what's wrong with him."

"Yes!"

After this period of training, Dota has become very sparing with his words and strives to do his best in everything he does.

Roman knew Dota was trying to prove himself, and he appointed Dota as captain of the guard, a move that was a special encouragement to the former young hunter.

Roman doesn't dislike ambitious people; the most painful thing would be if everyone were a bunch of lazy, unambitious donkeys.

So he said, "You can ride a horse there."

Ordinary guards are not qualified.

Dota was an exception. As one of the only apostles, Roman intended to cultivate Dota's military abilities, and mastering horseback riding skills was also essential.

So, after these days of practice, this hunter, who grew up in the mountains, was no stranger to warhorses, but his training time was limited each day.

Dota said "Yes, sir," took the child from Agatha, and ran towards Origin Manor.

Roman shifted his gaze to Agatha, but the woman who had been holding her head up stared at Dota's retreating figure without turning around.

Roman asked calmly, "You're from Wandong, what's your name?"

Only the northern lands can nurture white hair, but those pure white strands are now covered in dust, looking rough and dull.

It's not that he's never seen a foreigner before.

On the contrary, foreigners often visited the Grand Duke of Liejia.

Then Roman discovered that all the countries on this land had a common language. Roman initially thought it was the conqueror who unified the language and script, but later realized that the conqueror did not have this ability; he could not have accomplished such a great feat in just twenty or thirty years of rule.

Upon hearing Roman's voice, Agatha shuddered. Realizing what she had done, she panicked and stood before a nobleman, bowing her head and saying, "My lord, I am Agatha."

Where is your child?

"Vera."

Roman knew it was a baby girl as soon as he heard the name, and said, "Dota has gone to get someone to treat her, she should be fine."

Agatha knew this too. If her behavior angered the nobleman, or if the nobleman had no intention of helping her, he wouldn't put on airs in front of her. A slave wasn't worth the nobleman's show of force. He could only think of things in a positive light.

Agatha was very grateful to this kind and generous nobleman, but she dared not say it aloud and could only express her gratitude silently in her heart.

More than an hour later, Dota returned on horseback.

Agatha rushed over immediately, took Vera from Dota's arms, and saw that Vera's breathing had become much more stable. Overjoyed, she burst into tears, kissing Vera's forehead and cheeks repeatedly.

Dota tells Roman about Garin's diagnosis.

To Roman, the child must have gone into shock, perhaps from a high fever, hunger, acclimatization issues, or a terrible environment; in any case, she had a brush with death.

Garin used his medical skills and divine magic to stabilize her condition, but she will need to be well cared for from now on.

After hearing this, Roman said to Agata, "You can come to my manor every day and take two catties of milk."

Green clicked his tongue: "Gervais wants to drink milk, and Aaron and I want to drink milk too. Is that enough?"

Roman glanced at Green.

"Or I could stop giving you maltose and make you drink milk every day?"

Green quickly shut up. He had just made a few casual complaints, but compared to Aaron, he was much more greedy and was now completely captivated by the taste of maltose.

There may be no milk on the table, but there must be maltose.

Seeing that he had become obedient, Roman didn't say anything more.

He felt that Green was in a phase of retaliatory overeating. He had rarely been exposed to sugar before, and now that he finally had the opportunity to eat to his heart's content, he naturally couldn't control himself.

He didn't control the amount of food Green ate; the latter could eat as much as he wanted.

Although eating too much sugar is harmful to the body, considering the training intensity and physical strength of the Knights of the Battle, it is barely acceptable. They will eventually get tired of it.

Roman had seen that Vera was the youngest among the slaves, only eight or nine months old and still breastfeeding. Naturally, he wouldn't be stingy with the milk; a little bit from Green's mouth would be enough for her.

"Thank you, sir." Agatha wasn't good with words, but milk was too important to Vera.

Roman remained noncommittal, and calmly said, "Tell me about the northern lands and what happened to you... why you ended up here."

The era was marked by extremely slow transportation and information dissemination.

Even most of the information from businessmen is hearsay, and its authenticity is questionable.

But in any case, the story of Agata, as a Winterbrook, allows Roman to gain a concrete understanding of the northern lands of today.

Then, during Agatha's account, Roman heard a familiar name.

Shasta!
Write a side story, and update an extra chapter in the meantime.

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