Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 336 - 9: Digging the Canal (Extra - Added)

Roman calculated that the army had added seven hundred Angel Envoys this time.

The method for enhancement was to smash resources into it!

Just like smashing food.

Vigorously smashing resources into it!

An Angel Envoy’s five-dimensional attributes, as long as one or two attributes reach D rank, would be considered a First Rank Knight.

All five-dimensional attributes were elevated from E rank to D rank.

A total of one pound of Fine Gold, two pounds of Mithril, four pounds of Magic Stone, eight pounds of mountain copper, and one hundred pounds of Magic Steel was consumed.

Roman used Fine Gold to enhance Attack, and Magic Steel to boost Constitution.

With the resources he currently had, he could enhance about five hundred Angel Envoys.

But that was no matter, by the end of this year, he would be able to elevate all the Angel Envoys to First Rank Knights.

The more blessings he gave, the higher the army’s loyalty became.

Because of the conscription, Roman stayed in the basin for a while longer.

He personally witnessed the army gradually becoming stronger.

Now they could deter all directions.

However, their foundation was too weak.

The number of troops was too few to support multiple fronts in combat.

The food reserves were not enough to conduct distant expeditions.

Not to mention other places, just take Fertile City, it had gotten on the right track.

But withdrawing all troops was impossible. Roman had to deploy a thousand standing forces to guard it, lest an emergency arose and he couldn’t summon the army from Origin City in time.

Fertile City was developing, but Origin City was developing even faster.

Roman started on a special project.

Excavating a canal!

Origin City was a hundred kilometers away from Coal Iron Town and dozens of kilometers away from Salt Town and the Meadow Pasture.

From the large map, Roman found that if he could excavate a canal, he could rapidly assemble materials. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

It could also serve the function of flood diversion and significantly help in redistributing the population.

There were many benefits.

After all, the land development scale of Origin City had reached its limit.

Expanding further outward was becoming increasingly difficult.

Because easily cultivable wasteland was already gone.

Without four or five years of effort, don’t expect the cultivated land area to double.

But other places were different.

The meandering rivers crisscrossed throughout the basin, flowing freely.

Along the canal, by finding suitable places for settlement, towns could be built directly, local lands and marshes further cultivated.

What else were they waiting for?

Get digging!

This canal was segmented.

The total length was about forty to fifty kilometers, twenty meters wide was sufficient.

After all, only small cargo ships were passing through, there was no need for the river channel to be too broad.

If there ever was a need, they could widen it later.

After the cultivation tasks were completed, those farmers aged in their twenties and above had other things they could do.

The men were responsible for excavating the river channel, while the women handled logistics transport.

Together, over ten thousand laborers were assembled.

Upon receiving the orders, those people unanimously halted their land reclamation tasks.

In this crisp autumn season,

They carried hoes, shovels, and picks as they rushed to the battlefield.

Roman and Gwivelle stood on the hillside, witnessing the extraordinary scene.

Although for the former, even grander scenes were possible,

It was only when the laborers gathered that there was a feeling as if they could shake the heavens and move the earth.

"Roman, so many people," the girl exclaimed, "It’s just like..."

"Like a flock of sheep," the young King said quietly.

"They all head in one direction."

"It’s the target I gave them," the King said, "otherwise they would be clueless."

"You are really kind."

"I am great! Gwivelle, I am greater than anyone! I give them a target, I lead them forward, without me, they are just a mob..."

"That’s why we can’t do without you, Roman, just like everything that grows can’t do without the sun..."

"Ah..."

On that warm autumn day, Gwivelle could not remember how Roman had responded to her, he seemed to say something, and yet seemed to say nothing. Many years later, however, she suddenly remembered his sigh.

But at that time, her experience was shallow, her vision short, and she did not understand the weightiness of that sigh, feeling only that it contained a multitude of complex meanings.

She did not notice, the future was shrouded in thick fog, in that elusive destiny, the two paths underfoot had already become clear, one leading to a distant beyond, the other to an even more distant beyond.

...

The eve before Roman left Origin City.

The caravan returned from Ice Island.

Loaded with goods, autumn was the season of harvests, Ice Island slaughtered sheep extensively for the winter, bringing directly back hundreds of thousands of pounds of wool, which was quite impressive.

Roman was also very happy upon hearing this.

Once these wools were spun, they would be clothes for tens of thousands of people.

More importantly, Morry had also bought several hundred Ice Island sheep, which were also transported.

"You did well."

Morry, feeling awkward, said, "Your Highness, I didn’t even get a chance to speak much, Lord Yerman agreed to do business with us immediately."

Yerman was the real name of the King of Ice Island.

At that time, he had gone to meet the King of Ice Island with the resolve to fulfill his mission, but the latter, hearing his purpose, immediately waved his hand allowing him to take several hundred thousand pounds of wool.

Of course, his ships’ goods were also left there.

But such situations are peculiar, like punching into cotton.

"It’s good as long as the mission is completed," Roman nodded.

"Your Highness, he thinks we are in league with the Black Iron King," Morry said.

"We are indeed in league," Roman looked curiously at Morry, who had transported tens of thousands of shields and weapons to Black Castle this year. Isn’t that loyalty?

Morry felt speechless; as soon as he came back, he heard that you were recruiting three thousand soldiers, with such capability and still boosting troops, someone not knowing might think you were planning to revolt against the Black Iron King.

"By the way, there’s another matter..." Morry signaled to the caravan.

A ragged, somewhat ragged figure staggered out of the line, Roman listened as Morry, somewhat embarrassedly introduced, "This is my shameful brother..."

Roman recognized him as Hos. According to Morry, the Witch had failed to kill the Holy Seat, leading to Perea’s breakdown, and Hos knew it was over on the spot. He decided to escape northwards to Ice Island, thinking to find a way out in desperate times.

However, the north was not safe either. One day, Hos woke up to find that trading ships all driven away by the guards. Clearly, they had no intention of going into exile with him and planned to take advantage of the situation. Fortunately, out of some loyalty, they hadn’t killed him before leaving.

Without ships, without money, Hos could only wander around Ice Island until he was brought back by Morry.

"Your Highness," Hos bowed deeply, nodding to Roman, the hardships of over a year had completely wiped away his former arrogance.

"You can stay here then," Roman had nothing against Hos, when Morry had been trapped at Buck High Land, it was Hos who had informed Roman, what goes around comes around.

"Thank you for your mercy..." Hos was nearly in tears, he had gained the friendship of many nobles, but only when disaster struck did he find out who was reliable.

Roman said no more, about to leave, yet he heard Hos say, "I went to Ice Island, actually to search for my father Selin... and our sister, a Witch named Cassandra, but I was a step too late, they must have gone to Igo Land."

Roman frowned slightly, "What is Selin doing in Igo Land?"

"He went to search for the legendary Conqueror’s Treasure Vault. Cassandra is a Witch and holds a significant position in the Witch Forest, she and Lady Isabella both have the power of prophecy, she deciphered the family treasure map and stated the Conqueror’s Treasure Vault is in Igo Land."