Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 318 - 24: You Just Burst In (Alliance Leader Added)

Chapter 318: Chapter 24: You Just Burst In (Alliance Leader Added) freewebnσvel.cѳm

The situation hadn’t stabilized yet, and neither supplies nor personnel had been transported over, so Roman could only handle some simple official duties in the castle.

Then, he discovered a significant issue.

That was, his Origin Farm had expanded!

Originally, it encompassed only that basin, but since Kant Territory became Fertile City, it also became a part of the Origin Farm.

Roman was extremely delighted.

This meant that as long as he could annex more lands, he would be able to use the farm map to locate more resources.

At the same time, the Recruitment Pool had also expanded.

The residents of Origin City and Fertile City were all in this pool.

After discovering this, he returned to his room in the castle and checked it over and over for a long time.

"Good, good, good!"

Expansion! Farming! Mining! Mass recruitment!

These matters were more important than anything else.

Now, the number of Angel Envoys was also somewhat insufficient.

Roman prepared to conduct the eighth recruitment, recruiting a thousand Angel Envoys this time!

With the increase in manpower, Roman’s resources also increased.

Thus, the number of recruitments increased each time.

Of course, recruitment was just recruitment; enhancing attributes was always the main resource consumer.

Those Angel Envoys without potential weren’t worth enhancing.

Roman calculated the number of his current Angel Envoys.

Currently, there were three main categories: production, management, and military.

Production and management were fewer, while the military was more substantial.

But several hundred Angel Envoys spread across a few thousand troops was limitedly more.

Yet after Roman transferred the Angel Envoys, the number in each profession became even fewer.

For example, he currently had a special force consisting of forty Snipers, fifty Vanguards, fifty Heavy Equipment, and seventy Guards, with the least number of specialists being fewer than thirty, and only a few Witches serving as Mages.

These were just the special forces Angel Envoys, not all of them.

Like the Archers, special Snipers were listed separately as a Sniper group, who could also serve as a Squadron Leader commanding Archers during normal times; it was just a perfect fit with military roles and professions.

Roman’s military foundation was still formed by the Infantry.

Even more Angel Envoys who had transferred were also serving as positions like squad leaders and squadron leaders in the Infantry, not counted as mere professions.

The so-called military expansion needed to improve both quality and quantity.

Both hands must be grasped!

Only then was it considered complete!

Roman was exhilarated, thinking that if he had sufficient resources, he could sweep across the entire land with his unbeatable Extraordinary Army.

Against this wretched land, he would robustly strengthen and deeply infuse!

Whenever he imagined the future, Roman felt a strong excitement, and his body couldn’t help but react.

At this moment, he heard movements at the door, very faint footsteps.

Roman opened his eyes and instantly sat up with a bow, "Shasta, what are you doing here?"

"Your Highness, I saw you fell asleep on the bed, and this isn’t the manor; it’s cold outside..." the Nightmare Witch said from the doorway, her and Margaret’s rooms were next to Roman’s.

The rooms in the castle were both cold and damp; Margaret had cleaned Roman’s room, and the bedding was brought from the manor, he was to live here long-term, and supplies for daily life would also be prepared in advance.

She came in with no other intent but to cover him with a blanket.

Roman was silent for a moment and then said, "Come in, sit beside me, and close the door."

"Yes," Shasta closed the door and came straight over, with no furniture in the room yet, she had to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Do you have something you want to tell me?" Roman said, looking at Shasta’s delicate face. The witch seemed hesitant to speak, "Is it about Margaret?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Speak."

"She says that to everyone, but Margaret won’t harm you, I swear," the witch said.

"Some oaths weigh a ton, while others are worthless. Which kind is yours?" Roman asked softly, "I can tell, whenever it involves witches, you become very nervous."

Shasta said, "I grew up in the Witch Forest. My teacher taught me to protect all my sisters; she said we can no longer afford meaningless sacrifices..."

"Keep talking, I’m listening."

"You haven’t made us make meaningless sacrifices... So, if any witch dares to harm you, I won’t let her off."

Roman saw Shasta making a statement, revealing her determination and that of the other witches.

This was a sort of confrontation.

That’s why Roman liked these mindless witches; he didn’t need to be on guard against them. They wouldn’t keep everything to themselves, they expressed their feelings freely and vividly, seeking revenge where there was resentment.

"Also, you didn’t blame Margaret, and I appreciate that," she finally said.

"You apologize for your companion’s mistake, and I don’t like that, you shoulder responsibilities that aren’t yours," Roman said, but he found himself understanding Shasta’s teacher nonetheless.

Better to entrust a group of unreliable witches to a slightly more reliable one.

Indeed, Shasta had proved herself worthy. Whether her interactions with Roman were accidental or not, she could endure humiliation for the sake of her sisters, a feat stronger than most, for witches live on the edge of survival.

To Transcendents, the first thought when encountering intolerable oppression is to explode!

"I’m not okay, you won’t be either," is a common witch mentality—the doctrine of mutual destruction.

There was no helping it; they lived in such environments.

"I don’t care about the others, but Margaret is special," Shasta said, "I also implore you not to provoke her, surviving barely feels real to her."

Roman nodded slightly upon hearing that, uncertain whether Margaret really had a psychological condition.

But to most, life is bitter enough, painful enough, and unless one finds a faith to adhere to, living truly becomes tasteless.

He improved those people’s conditions to prevent their mental decline, freeing them from unrelenting servitude.

"Okay, I believe you, she’s special, Shasta, I won’t provoke Margaret anymore, but what can you guarantee?" Roman asked.

Shasta blinked, looking somewhat baffled at Roman.

"You can just command me as you see fit."

Roman extended his hand and pressed it on Shasta’s chest; she was attacked and instinctively let out a soft cry.

Roman gently kneaded, "Shasta, today isn’t a good time to come, my desires are running high, and you just barged in."

"I... I didn’t know." Her body tensed, trying to escape the uncomfortable situation.

Roman held her arm, preventing her from leaving, and his kneading intensified.

She wore a black dress, the fabric thick.

Roman slipped his hand under her clothes, skin against skin, the sensual stimulation intensified.

"Your Highness... may I leave?" Her voice trembled a bit.

"You may leave, but what can you do for Margaret?" Roman seized her weakness.

Everyone has a soft spot, witches too.

But they are resilient.

Enduring the strange sensation, her pale, delicate face flushed as she breathed lightly and said, "You can ask me to do anything."

"Don’t blame me for being despicable, Shasta, you know... perhaps you don’t know, Nillie has been away for a long time, I have been controlling myself all this time, but I recently noticed you’re very pretty, almost as pretty as Nillie, Margaret too, alas, I didn’t want to think that way, but you barged in..."

"I understand, I understand now, don’t say anymore, tell me what to do." Her voice sounded weak, unusual for her character, with the only reason being that the current events left her profoundly shaken, her mind blank.

"Take off your top, let me see how beautiful you are, my dear Shasta, use your mouth to solve the problem."