Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 392 - 22: Although Few in Number, They Are Not Strong Either

Chapter 392: Chapter 22: Although Few in Number, They Are Not Strong Either

"Yes, Your Highness, without you, Sea Castle would cease to exist. We are full of gratitude towards you, please give us this chance," Nina spoke with grace and compliance, wearing a ceremonial dress brought from Sea Castle, without feeling cold even in the middle of winter.

Roman pointed out sharply, "You actually hope for me to awaken your dormant Deep Sea Bloodline, don’t you?"

Nina and her companions were all taken aback; this was indeed the main motive, but they did not want this intention to be laid bare. It sounded like an accusation, an ominous sign, making them appear to be schemers with ill intentions.

"But I agreed," Roman changed his tone, "Is it only you?"

Her compatriots focused their gaze on Nina, who felt a growing unease. Her past had been filled with harrowing experiences, and she suspected this was a trap, with the speaker toying with them. The situation had developed too abruptly, like a mercurial storm at sea, and she was standing on the edge of a steep cliff, sensing that a fateful decision was imminent. All sorts of thoughts flooded her mind. She bit her lip tightly and trembled as she said, "...Yes."

"Is it really just you? Nillie should have told you I don’t like repeating myself. I can awaken your lost powers, the future is in your hands, don’t miss it."

Nina lifted her head and saw the land noble sitting casually in a chair, slightly reclined, leaning on the back and left armrest. The interplay of shadow and candlelight highlighted his angular and deeply etched features, like a statue of a great king. His eyes shone like the red sun, embedded in deep sockets, casting a bright but not blinding gaze.

She suddenly realized that all her worries and fears vanished the instant their eyes met.

She even felt ashamed of her narrow and dark thoughts.

"And my fellow kin... some male kin."

Roman, legs crossed, rested his head on his hand and said, "Then let them come here as well, I will grant you the things you desire."

He spoke calmly, but Nina and the others were overjoyed, and they quickly gathered their kin. They numbered about a hundred, including former Sea Castle slaves, and others sent by Nillie later to strengthen connections with the Sea Castle People.

These people bore the blood of the Divine Blood. Once they chose to leave the deep sea, the glory of the ocean bloodline faded and withered rapidly.

The Sea Castle People were willing to sacrifice everything to seize a chance to awaken their bloodline, but the problem was their sacrifices might not yield results.

Because the Sea Castle People were not suited to become Conquest Knights.

Deep Sea Warriors were the darlings of the ocean, natural Water Controllers. When the Deep Sea Warriors vanished from their ranks, Sea Castle entered its darkest hour, and eventually, they couldn’t find a single worthy lord for Sea Castle.

Nillie was a miracle, but even she felt powerless in the face of Sea Castle’s current state and future, so she dispatched Nina and others to replicate the miracle.

According to experience, climbing into the River Valley King’s bed was considered an awakening.

Hence, pretty women were prioritized. If the River Valley King spoke, it wasn’t impossible to find handsome men in Sea Castle.

The future was right in front of them, and they would seize it at all costs.

But Roman had no interest, neither in men nor women, except for Nillie’s exceptional beauty.

...

Roman recruited them all as Angel Envoys, finding them to be One Star, Two Star small fry.

The Sea Castle bloodline had truly declined.

He temporarily selected three to four dozen Sea Castle Angel Envoys and elevated their energy attributes from E+ level to D level.

When uncertain about which attribute to enhance, choosing the highest one was generally correct—Sea Castle People, like Witches, had the highest energy attributes.

Deep Sea individuals, also known as Deep Sea Warriors, were theoretically equivalent to Conquest Knights, but their combat style leaned more towards Spellcasters.

It was said they walked on water, real fantasy beings, not easily cultivated.

Roman knew what Nillie intended, but he never considered it seriously due to his busy schedule and limited resources—he couldn’t even train the River Valley Angel Envoys, let alone the Sea Castle Angel Envoys.

For large-scale warfare, Sea Castle People were not even worthy of making up numbers.

Besides, a Deep Sea Warrior standing on land was as helpless as a Conquest Knight in the water.

Even if they entered the water, what significant waves could a few low-rank Deep Sea individuals make?

Roman could only consider it a casual move for now, one that might prove useful someday.

After all, this world is never solely the realm of Conquest Knights.

It has room for other forces too.

Such as Spellcasters.

The Church Court detested Spellcasters vehemently, thinking hell was empty, and devils roamed the Mortal World.

But Roman didn’t care about this. Thanks to the Witches, he had a unique understanding of Spells, ultimately concluding that—

While Spellcasters were few, they weren’t strong either.

The situation with the Church Court was probably similar.

Roman believed that Priests and Spellcasters weren’t essentially different.

With calm thought, it was clear that even if the Church Court strengthened their side, the magnitude would be quite limited,

For a simple reason, if the Church Court’s Divine Arts were invincible, they wouldn’t have been held at bay by Iaos for a hundred years, daring only to preach silently.

This was akin to if the Duke of Furious Tide hadn’t betrayed Black Castle, the main forces of the Church Court would never have reached Black Castle.

...

Black Castle, Court, Council Hall.

"She must have allied with the Blasphemers, the Blasphemers will support her!" The new king of Black Castle looked at the secret letter, which described the White Steel Princess leading troops to the River Valley.

The current Imperial Prime Minister, Duke of Furious Tide Pine, said, "Your Majesty, do not worry, you are now the master of Black Iron."

"She will kill me," he trembled, like a rat trapped by an elephant, panicked and helpless.

Iolion’s eldest son Ioannos died young, while the second son Iaoonis was a libertine prince.

He had affairs with harlots and noblewomen alike, would talk endlessly about women, but was utterly inept at state affairs.

He was far from a qualified king.

The Grand Duke of Furious Tide was greatly disappointed. Iaoonis’s father had the will to die fighting on the battlefield. Yet, when he found Iaoonis in Black Castle, he saw him dead drunk, lying amongst harlots, using alcohol and women to avoid reality.

Iota Hina simply chose to withdraw from Black Castle, making a tactical retreat, but at that time, Black Castle was in such chaos she ignored her brother.

Pine helped Iaoonis ascend, but the Black Iron Crown shattered, the Conqueror’s bloodline unbound, exposing its mediocrity and cowardice.

"Princess Tashina is His Majesty’s sister..." Pine began to say, but was interrupted by Iaoonis, "No, Uncle Pine... Prime Minister, you don’t know Tashina, that madwoman’s nature. She sent an envoy saying she would kill me with her own hands because I’ve tarnished the Black Iron Throne. She always means what she says!"

The master of the Iron Throne was on pins and needles, the Conqueror’s descendant was about to cry.