Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 382 - 14: The Superiority of the System! (Six - s have been released for the sealed section)_2

Chapter 382: Chapter 14: The Superiority of the System! (Six Chapters have been released for the sealed section)_2

Tashina felt an itch in her teeth when she heard this and said, "Unpredictable matters, Millie, do not speak to me about such things in the future."

Seeing Princess Tashina’s displeasure, Millie sighed inwardly at her ill fate.

As they exited, they happened to see the Marshal of the White Tower.

Enya was a golden-haired handsome man who was a pleasure to look at, almost unbelievably good-looking, but now he looked somewhat haggard.

Enya said, "Good morning, Princess Tashina, did you rest well last night?"

"It was alright," Tashina replied.

She was not demanding about her living environment, but she could tell from Enya’s complexion that he had not rested well the night before.

According to the social etiquette of the nobles, she should have taken the initiative to ask about Enya’s condition, an action known as reading the room.

However, Tashina was not interested in this matter. So Enya continued on his own, "I felt it coming, but now I must say it, this place’s winter is far too cold, at least ten times colder than the White Tower."

Tashina pointed out bluntly, "You’ve grown too accustomed to the Southern region."

The Earth Countries had always been like this, with cold winters and frozen rivers, while the White Tower in Oak territory remained warm and comfortable.

They arrived at the hall to find Roman and a group of witches had already begun to eat.

Millie frowned at the sight, and Enya spoke for her, "Lord Roman, you didn’t wait for us to have our meal."

"What’s there to wait for?" Millie felt this lord was as sharp-tongued as her princess, "Just a breakfast, finish it and go do what needs to be done."

Millie looked at the table covered with a white cloth, holding eight simple dishes like ham and bacon. It was enough to eat, doable to consume, but not abundant.

She turned to a local maid whom she found somewhat barbaric and said, "Princess Tashina enjoys goldenberry jam, I mentioned it yesterday, why do I not see it today?"

The maid from Fertile Castle looked at her innocently, "I asked the steward, and he said we don’t have such a thing."

Millie was shocked that they didn’t serve it simply because they didn’t have it.

Wasn’t this the time when one should try to come up with something, or provide a similar substitute?

Alas, this destitute place.

Millie’s view of the distinguished figures at the table grew increasingly sorrowful.

After Roman had finished eating, he stood up and said, "Lord Enya, you and your Oak elite soldiers may move freely in Fertile City, just do not disturb others. My rules here are different from other places; what I say goes. Do you understand?"

"I understand, a guest must always comply with their host," Enya said, "but I do not fully understand what you mean by ’what I say goes.’"

"It means exactly what it sounds like; I hold all the power, what meal is eaten when and what work is done when, it’s all at my whim."

"That is truly... unbelievable. Your tyranny terrifies me," Enya said in shock, "Does everyone obey you? I mean, doesn’t anyone rebel?"

"Kill those who oppose, and feed those who do not," Roman realized this descendant of Oak was even more shocked.

"Of course, you help me in battle, I naturally also provide you with corresponding supplies."

They only provided room and board, nothing else, this was a group of conscripts; providing money would turn them into mercenaries. Even if money were given, it should only go to the Grand Duke of Oak to avoid misunderstandings.

"Please continue your meal at your leisure, I have matters to attend to," Roman said.

Tashina stood up, "I am going as well."

Her visit this time was not just for military aid; she also harbored intentions to survey this land.

She wanted to see with her own eyes why Roman’s territory was stronger than other nobles,

To learn, to utilize, and then to defeat it—just as she had learned martial arts,

But Tashina quickly realized that Roman did not simply provide his subjects with sustenance as he claimed,

Roman had undertaken a great deal of public welfare construction.

Living quarters, kitchens, schools, hospitals, roads, bridges, it could be said he took care of all aspects of society.

Which nobles could ensure even the lowest peasants were properly settled?

At least from what Tashina had seen, those numb peasants had escaped the hell of poverty.

In this resource-scarce Middle Ages, Origin City and Fertile City became a light that belonged to them.

You could say those lowly commoners were greedy, ignorant, complete fools.

But no matter how lowly, they could not possibly be unaware of which kind of life was better.

As long as one satisfied the subjects’ basic needs, they would earn the support and affection of the lower class. Rebellion was out of the question, not in this lifetime, for whom did it matter to be a dog as long as it was for Roman, the only one that could maintain their current way of life.

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Tashina understood Roman’s ruling philosophy.

Dominant authoritarianism!

Simply put, Roman controlled too much.

Roman had seized control of all means of production, just like other rulers.

But those nobles only cared about whether the agricultural output of the peasant class was stable, no one gave a damn what you did otherwise.

But in Roman’s case... you even had to go to a designated place to shit!

Any dare to violate the hygiene regulations would surely get a pounding with two fists. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Thus, Roman’s ability to utilize social resources was exceedingly strong.

The question was the superiority of the system!

Give yourselves a hundred years and don’t even think about catching up to a year of my development time.

The more Tashina watched, the more she admired this efficient and overbearing approach.

Especially some of Roman’s acceleration measures struck her right in her G-spot, sending shivers down her spine and getting her blood boiling.

Kings are born to rule over everything!

Based on her personality, this place was simply heaven!

The only pity was that it wasn’t her heaven.

She remembered how Iolion tried to implement heavy plowing and deep tillage, facing numerous obstacles along the way, her father overcame public opinion through political means and forcefully executed the policy.

But the timing was poor, and it directly hastened the demise of the Black Iron Kingdom.

The Church Court threw the blame on Roman, but Roman couldn’t be faulted for a natural disaster.

Tashina was well aware of this and directed her spearhead only towards those nobles who had betrayed the Royal Family.

It was just one flood, yet the entire Heavenly Pegasus Plain fell. Without the cooperation from the local stewards, how could the Holy War Army use the Heavenly Pegasus Plain as a base to besiege Black Castle?

A bunch of insects! Useless trash!

Not an ounce of capability to succeed, but a whole lot to mess things up!

Just wait until I make my way back, I’ll slaughter you all!

Tashina attempted to learn Roman’s management methods, then realized she couldn’t.

Because the foundation of learning was... she needed to first have a territory of her own.

In the Oak Territories, she was nothing more than an honored guest, and the Grand Duke of Oak recognized her as the Black Iron King, and that was it.

No soldiers, no land.

Put rudely, she was now just a government in exile.

It takes time to develop a new land from scratch.

Roman must have robbed countless people and fought numerous battles to reach this level.

The White Steel Princess didn’t actually like governing land; she wanted something already established. Her personality was quite aggressive.

Seeing the fertile lands of Fertile City, she couldn’t help feeling a bit tempted.

Iolion faced the Earth Countries and the Church Court, primarily with appeasement.

IotaHina faced those predicaments, primarily with a fist.

So, in Roman’s view, this father-daughter duo were a pair of idiots.

One with decent political insight but a character so weak it was laughable. The other with great martial prowess but a character so hardline it was laughable.

Accepting their rule was simply a disaster.

The White Steel Princess was a fierce warrior, but to have this dumb broad ascend to a position where she could nitpick and boss him around... might as well kill him.

That’s what he thought deep down, but he would never say it out loud, always considering the feelings of others.

During his military inspection visits, there were often soldiers who made mistakes, some couldn’t even march properly.

Sometimes he felt deep down that they were hopeless dregs.

But he never lost his temper outwardly; a smile as warm as the spring breeze, and this act helped him gather a great deal of loyalty.

If you don’t treat them well, what will they sacrifice their lives for?

With a single smile, he could con a bunch of people into eagerly sacrificing themselves for him.

But watching them march to their deaths, sometimes he thought they were too foolish, easily conned into laying down their lives.

Hence, he kept a very tight control over the casualty compensation policy.

Anyone who dared to tamper with that compensation money, he would send them to lay down their lives as well.

Today Roman was off to inspect the progress of the road construction—he should have gone yesterday, but due to entertaining a guest, it was delayed by a day.

These projects had to be watched over every single moment. The slightest relaxation, and these lower classes would pull some stunt.