Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 329 - 2: Mona in Confusion (More Tomorrow)

The Black Iron Court has plenty of gold coins.

And gemstones... they have them too.

The Black Iron Royal Family has amassed a vast fortune since the Conqueror Period.

It is said that the Conqueror’s Treasure Vault refers to the treasury of the Black Iron Royal Family.

The average price of a blue gemstone is five gold coins. These gemstones are of little use to Conquest Knights and are more suitable for Spellcasters, which is why there is surplus stock.

Five heavy plows can be exchanged for one blue gemstone.

But the Black Iron Royal Family lacks more than just heavy plows, they also lack farming tools.

Like the heavy plows, giving them away for free is impossible.

A clearance sale is possible.

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Some pirate tribes are wealthy, some are not, not all pirates made huge profits from that war.

To fully sell and popularize iron farming tools, they can’t be expensive.

And with barter trade, Roman wants ships and slaves, which can’t be exchanged for anything else.

It is different for the Black Iron Royal Family, as they have deep foundations but no slaves, so they can only use other resources for exchange.

Farming tools are not expensive, and the Royal Family can afford them.

Exchanging a thousand red and blue gemstones for twenty thousand iron farming tools plus a thousand heavy plows is a very cost-effective deal.

Iron farming tools can at least be used for two years.

Planting oats and rye in the autumn, if expectations are met, then more grains can be harvested next year.

These days, grain production equates to war potential, and the Black Iron Royal Family’s direct territory is not lacking in population.

So both parties are very satisfied.

Since the spring rains battle, Roman has obtained another batch of resources.

He can also continuously acquire various minerals and colorful gemstones through mining.

But last year, Roman obtained over a hundred blue gemstones from the crystal ball, and now their reserves are nearly exhausted, so this batch of resources comes just in time.

At this time, birds from the Beast Witch brought good news.

A hundred auxiliary witches dispatched by the Witch Forest are about to arrive in Fertile City.

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Roman sees this as a deeper connection, and also the witches are slowly starting to rely on Origin City.

They are gradually transferring their powers from Cangyue.

To outsiders, the reason for the sweeping battle is seen as the River Valley King going to great lengths to protect the witches, even breaking out a high-intensity war with the Church Court.

The result was the Holy War Army being utterly crushed.

Their remnants were slowly swept into the dustpan by the River Valley King with a broom.

The River Valley King’s will and force were strongly proven in this battle, indeed!

In comparison, the Witch Forest was a bit sluggish.

But considering Moon City’s plight, and the Witch Forest’s interdependent relationship with it...

Before Divine Mysterious retreats and the siege of Cangyue is lifted, the remaining main force of the Witch Forest cannot withdraw from Cangyue.

Of course, dispatching a main force to escort the auxiliary witches’ safety and to connect with Roman is still feasible.

This team trekked on foot through the mountains, guided by birds, and arrived in Fertile City.

In other lands, witches have to hide, but here they walk openly.

All female team, uniformly in black robes.

This large-scale team immediately incited fear in the farmers on their path.

They arrived in Fertile Castle unhindered.

But the castle couldn’t accommodate a hundred witches, only a few came to see the local lord.

"Your Lordship, greetings, I am Mona."

One of the Seat Witches — Mona of Mysteries stood in front of Roman.

She wore a black cloak, with an ageless face that appeared youthful, mature, and old at once, with silver hair and transparent eyes, her voice ethereal and unique.

"You are special," Roman said.

He had long heard of Mona’s name, the Witch of Mysteries, a Seat Witch who controls time, her position and power even above Margaret.

"All kings are special, but I dare not compare with you," Mona smiled faintly. "Thank you for taking us in."

"There’s no need for those words," Roman snorted lightly.

"I wasn’t flattering you."

"I meant there’s no need to state the obvious facts."

The Witch of Mysteries quickly responded: "You are indeed a natural king."

Otherwise, how do you explain a king’s extraordinary nature, the average person doesn’t have this thick skin.

The person before him, however, accepted it straightforwardly.

"A king mustn’t lack assistance," he said.

"We are willing to be your right hand, ready to brave any ordeal for you."

Mona was perceptive, and Roman was satisfied.

These long-lived witches were far more adept in social affairs than Margaret and Shasta.

"But those other sisters willing to brave ordeals for you are waiting outside."

"I’ll make arrangements for them," Roman said.

These witches are non-combatants.

Their spellcasting talents aren’t enough to form Talent Spells, and their potential is low, the power of Universal Magic isn’t much different from that newly learned by Gwivelle.

The reason they could become witches is due to various reasons.

Consumption of magic potions by mistake, awakening in desperate situations, Prophet’s stimulation, descendants of witches... all are possible reasons.

Among them, only a very few might have First Rank Knight standards, but most would be eventually killed by a First Rank Knight.

They are of little use on the battlefield, otherwise they wouldn’t have withdrawn from the Cangyue battlefront.

Even in retreat, they have to follow a Seat Witch to avoid accidents on the way.

Roman plans to send them to Origin City, as Fertile City is still relatively chaotic and the basic infrastructure isn’t ready.

He asked Mona, "Can you control time?"

Mona chuckled, "I only know a little, this spell would be hard for me to master even after a lifetime of study."

Roman said, "Can you show me?"

Mona reached out with a hand from her black cloak and gave a slight wave. At first, Roman didn’t realize anything had changed, but he quickly noticed something odd.

The actions of the people around him slowed from normal speed to 0.5x speed.

"Your Highness, I’ve confused time, only we are unaffected," the witch said.

Roman easily accepted this concept, "How far can this take effect at maximum?"

"A hundred or so meters, but honestly, the smaller the range, the stronger my power. The larger the range, the more diluted my power, and I can’t restrain those powerful beings either." Mona detailed her spell like someone familiar with every aspect.

"Who are considered powerful beings?"

"Living Dragon Clan members, strange beasts, Holy Knights, Conqueror Knights, Berserkers, Frost Giants, other Seat Witches, Great Wizards..." She spoke with an ethereal and elusive feeling, and the names flowed lightly.

But when they reached others’ ears, they were heavy-weighted extraordinary units.

Roman asked, "Aren’t you a Seat Witch too?"

"But controlling their actions directly is very difficult, after all, such beings can possibly break the shackles of time. If you want to deal with them, it’s best to first send a few hundred people to drain their power, then take action when they’re exhausted."