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

Chapter 68 Kao
This can be considered a decent start.

Roman took a closer look at the apostle named Luca and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

It was soon discovered that Luca was among the first batch of slaves to be brought in.

Now I sleep in the livestock shed.

There are only two thousand people in Sig Town. Roman has seen everyone's faces. He has a good memory and vaguely remembers that Luca is from the highlands and comes from the east.

Unfortunately, he was out of luck; he wasn't among the ten slave stewards that Roman had temporarily assigned.

I only just realized that Luca has the potential to be a two-star player.

We'll arrange for him to become the new manager of the livestock shed later.

Roman thought to himself.

After Luke's card disappeared.

The second card also appeared.

A one-star apostle, nothing much to say.

The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...

They are all one-star apostles.

Roman frowned slightly.

However, in his first seven recruitments, he had four one-star apostles, only Dota was considered valuable.

The sixth card, floating above the card pool, burst forth with a rich purple glow!

Deng!Deng!Deng!Deng!
Roman suddenly stood up!

This unusual behavior immediately attracted the attention of Green and Aaron, who were standing on either side.

They stood tall and imposing, clad entirely in silver-white armor, making them exceptionally conspicuous.

Considering the current atmosphere, the two did not ask Roman what was wrong as they usually would.

All he could do was fulfill his duties, act as a figurehead, and create a sense of authority for Roman.

……

brush!
The purple glow dissipated.

The card depicts a boy who is about fourteen or fifteen years old.

He was quite handsome, with a slightly dark complexion, a youthful yet resolute face, brown hair, and light blue eyes that were as cold as knives.

Four-star Khao (can be given an Apostle codename)
Attack: E+, Defense: E, Speed: E, Constitution: E, Energy: E
Talent: Sharpness - Increases normal attack power
Skill 1: Abdominal Breathing - Increases stamina and recovery when used.
Second Skill: Blood Feud - Greatly increases attack power when enraged or searching for an enemy.

……

He noticed that the lord had stood up and then sat down again.

It's as if the old man was simply uncomfortable sitting, so he changed his posture.

The chair covered with bearskin was of excellent quality.

I wonder what it will feel like to sit on it.

They could only stand.

He didn't know what was happening, but he knew the guards were watching them.

Slaves were not allowed to look their lords in the eye, or even raise their heads. If they were discovered doing so, it would be considered an overstepping of the bounds and they would be reprimanded or beaten.

They could only bow their heads and shrink back like quails, waiting for the lord to give orders.

Slaves should act like slaves!

He kept in mind the survival rules of this era and made himself more like a slave than a slave.

But he and the other slaves stood there for several tens of minutes.

Most of the slaves' legs began to tremble, and he noticed out of the corner of his eye that his sister was also unsteady on her feet.

The lord still did not give any instructions.

They came over after having breakfast in the morning.

Now, as we stand here, the sun is gradually rising, and the sunlight is becoming increasingly intense.

Another ten minutes passed.

Some of the weaker slaves couldn't hold on; their legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground.

The guards said nothing, they simply dragged them out.

This seems to have triggered a chain reaction.

Most of the slaves collapsed to the ground without warning, unable to hold on any longer.

idiot!

He cursed in his heart the same words that the lord was thinking.

He felt this was a trial, or perhaps a kind of selection process.

It's like a fishing net that only catches big fish. Only the worthless little fish can escape through the mesh.

If you don't stand out, you'll never get noticed.

So he tried his best to stand up straight, hoping to be pulled ashore.

The guards didn't say much, and dragged the people out one by one.

A moment later, only a few dozen slaves remained.

The younger sister looked at him pleadingly; her legs were trembling, and she also hoped to escape this special form of torture.

But he didn't agree; instead, he glared at his sister fiercely.

The younger sister felt a little wronged, but she had no choice but to persevere.

Another ten minutes or so passed. The standing slaves were all holding on, and he felt they were thinking the same thing.

This performance could very well determine their future status. If they were to dream big, they might be able to escape their status as slaves. Even if that didn't work out, they could at least receive better treatment.

Meanwhile, the slaves who had recovered in the shade gradually came to their senses and regretted leaving so early.

If you persevere, you might gain the lord's favor.

Three poles in the sun.

The sun was shining on us, and it was very hot; everyone was sweating.

Pfft!
He suddenly noticed that his sister's body had collapsed, her eyes closed, and she had fainted.

He was extremely anxious and instinctively wanted to check on her.

Reason stopped him from acting.

He couldn't move and felt extremely aggravated. Sweat gathered on his forehead and flowed into his eyes, which felt very dry and made it difficult for him to open them.

But he didn't dare to reach out and wipe it.

A guard came over, checked on the younger sister, and carried her to the captain, seemingly saying something to him.

Soon, a maid from the manor came over with a bowl of water.

He gradually felt relieved. Without his sister's burden, he focused all his energy on maintaining his posture, keeping his head down and trying his best to stand as upright as the guards.

As if in a contest, those still standing stubbornly maintained this posture.

Even so, people are still falling.

This is a challenge that requires perseverance and willpower.

Most people in this era have not developed an indomitable spirit.

They live, and they accept their fate.

They simply chose a less painful way of life amidst a life filled with suffering.

The reason we farm is because if we don't farm, we'll starve.

The reason we work is because if we don't work, life will be miserable.

If life were carefree, who wouldn't want to sleep until they naturally wake up?
If they could rest, who would want to persist and fight?

This is human instinct, and also a weakness of human nature.

Those who can fight against their instincts and their weaknesses are always in the minority.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

He couldn't open his eyes; sweat soaked his face, making him feel suffocated. His whole body was burning hot, as if he were drowning.

His perception of the outside world has become less acute, and his mind is filled with random thoughts.

Perhaps the nobleman left long ago; why would he waste his time with slaves?

He had heard the women serving meals talking about this matter over the past few days.

The lord's estate has a large vegetable garden.

The parsnip and cabbage they ate were dug up from the manor and were all grown by the lord himself.

The meat chunks in the vegetable soup were also from the large quantities of meat that the lord had hunted and purchased with his men.

Therefore, their slaves also benefited from this.

Otherwise... how could the slaves of this era possibly eat meat? They were filled with gratitude.

He was born on the coast and ate fish every day, so he knew that farmers inland rarely had meat to eat.

In fact, the reason they eat fish is because they can't afford to eat grain.

Food and meat are equally precious.

The lord is also growing vegetables, which means he's very busy. Perhaps he's already gone to harvest vegetables, and maybe he can finally relax...

He felt his head burning, was in a daze, and struggled to give up, but his body remained motionless.

"Cowards won't defeat me!" he thought viciously.

Until someone carried him out.

He finally caught his breath, and his eyes were closed without him noticing.

He couldn't open his eyelids and felt a foggy feeling in his head.

Someone handed him a bowl of water, which he instinctively took. His hands trembled, and water dripped out, splashing onto his wrists and the ground. He didn't care and just drank it down, moistening his chapped lips.

The moment the icy water entered his throat, it brought him back to his senses.

He opened his eyes, and his vision became clear.

He was horrified to find himself before a young lord who resembled a lion, not much older than himself, yet noble and exuding an air of composure as he sat in a large, bearskin-covered chair.

The moment that figure came into view, his breathing quickened, as if it possessed some kind of irresistible attraction that made him obsessed and mad.

"May I have your name."

He heard the lord ask him that question.

The old man actually smiled at him, his voice was very gentle, and his gaze was very tender.

He was initially very calm!

Reason told him to stay calm!

But I still can't suppress the excitement and trembling in my heart!

He now understood why the slave traders had to fawn over this young lord!

The figure in front of him possessed an irresistible charm and aura that instantly shattered all his psychological defenses and resistance!
Now, if this lord were to give the order to launch a desperate charge, he would be more than willing!
He stammered, "Master, I... I am called Kao... the fisherman's son... Kao Fisher."

(End of this chapter)