If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

After several months, Morey came to the dock of Sage Town again.

After the expansion, there are more berths.

Hoss is used to speaking rudely and having a bad attitude, but some of his words are pertinent.

If there was only that dilapidated and shaky dock, his merchant ships would probably have to queue behind the merchant ships that were unloading because there was no place to berth.

It was not only the newly added docks that were brand new.

The brick town that had not been built before he left was now intact.

It quietly fell there, like a low castle. The red brick and green tile buildings were neat and square, more magnificent than the houses and streets in the free city-state, and especially clean and spacious.

The well-informed businessman had to admit that living in such an environment was a kind of enjoyment. He didn't even smell any bad smell.

The concept of public toilets has a long history, but the implementation cost is huge, especially in towns with thousands of people. Facing those messy and irregular houses and buildings, the management difficulty will increase exponentially.

But no one cares.

If they have to pay for cleanliness, they would rather stay in a stinking environment all day long.

If they are paid, they don't mind a dirtier environment.

Roman attaches great importance to this issue. Anyway, after Morey set foot on this land, he has never seen a dirty environment again. At most, he saw livestock feces.

But this is not the fault of people, it is the livestock that have not learned to go to the public toilet.

When he arrived at the Origin Manor, Roman's maids entertained him warmly.

There were blueberry jam, cream cake, and fruit and vegetable salad on the table.

The host appeared only after he had almost finished eating.

Roman entered the hall. He was wearing a wide-brimmed high-top cowboy hat, a brown shirt and vest, black deerskin pants, and long leather boots.

His style was simple, and the whole person looked vigorous, very young and energetic, with a sense of toughness and vigor.

Morey hurriedly got up to salute.

Roman was also very happy to see Morey, and chuckled, "I thought you would ask the pirates to send me slaves again."

It has been about a hundred days since Morey left last time.

"The caravan's operating cycle is too long, so this is the last resort."

He wanted to do this, without slaves, he could make room on his ship.

The goods he took away were digested by the market, and recently he contacted a woolen merchant. This trip could have brought more than 20,000 kilograms of wool, all of which were pulled to Sige Town.

He knew that Roman would accept those living supplies.

But when the people he sent found Scarhead, they learned that the slave merchant had no time to split up.

Just because the pirates were going to hold a banquet, pirates from all corners of the world accepted the invitation, so that the coastline of the earth became quieter than ever before.

Scarhead was once an Arctic pirate, and now he has a close relationship with the pirates, so he naturally had to attend the banquet and had no time to come to the inland to do business.

When Morey heard the news, he was shocked and sweated all over, and hurriedly bought a batch of slaves from Scarhead and sent them to Sige Town.

"Pirate Feast?" Roman sat down on the wide chair.

He was relaxed and casual, listening to Morey's talk.

Pirates plundered the coast in groups, but they were not united and fought against each other.

They were very independent and fought on their own. There were many famous pirate leaders, and there were hundreds of groups of all sizes, but there was a lack of a qualified king.

The Pirate Feast was to select a pirate king who could convince all pirates.

The end of this feast was the prelude to the pirates' full-scale invasion.

More than a hundred years ago, the pirates at that time also held such a feast.

They elected a pirate king named Rollo, who led many pirate legions. There were tens of thousands of qualified warriors, and the scale was huge. They fought all the way to the inland areas, causing great suffering to the people.

Then the conqueror stood up.

He first punched the pirate army twice at the Jinliu River, and began his legendary life. He fought north and south, stepped on the church, punched the five countries, and later killed all the way to his homeland in the North Ice - the land of Ego.

In classical language, this word is related to dragons and gods.

The pirate king named Rollo and his many pirate legions fought against the conqueror. The armies of both sides fought each other on this land, and each won and lost.

This war lasted for a whole year.

In the comprehensive confrontation of logistics, national strength, and organization, Rollo and his pirates gradually lost and had to flee to Iceland.

The conqueror did not go any further, nor did he take Rollo's life.

After the meeting between the two kings, the conqueror canonized Rollo as the first king of Iceland.

His territory is the entire Iceland, the entire Ego land, and the Thorn Peninsula, so he is also called the Guardian of the North Ice.

Rollo accepted the conqueror's conquest and said he would manage all the pirates, but the land of Ego refused to obey the conqueror's rule and believed that Rollo had betrayed them, so they declared that they would regard the conqueror and Rollo as enemies.

The three archdukes followed, and the two kings joined forces to invade Ego in one fell swoop, wiped out all opposition, and conquered that bitter and cold land.

However, what the conquerors did not expect was that Iceland had fallen at a very fast speed and lost its authority in just a few decades.

The Arctic pirates who had originally submitted to Iceland began to become restless again.

After Rollo's death, the descendants of the King of Iceland lost the power to restrain the pirates.

The Icelandic army was once a member of the pirates, but now it has lost the bravery of its ancestors and is unable to fight against the new pirates.

So much so that the caravans of the King of Iceland were often robbed by pirates.

Those arrogant and brutal pirates did not take this king seriously at all.

Many pirates believed that Rollo, as an Ego, betrayed the land of Ego.

As a pirate king, he betrayed the Arctic pirates.

But this does not mean that the pirate king is useless.

Now the second feast is held and a new king is established. The meaning behind it is self-evident.

As long as the king takes his seat, the show will begin!

There is no doubt.

Next, it is the carnival of the pirates!

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This feast may last for several months or half a year.

Countless pirates gathered together, either to show their bravery, or to compete for the throne, or simply to participate in this once-in-a-century feast and witness history.

Roman did not care when the pirate king would be born.

He was inland and geographically remote, and few pirates would come here.

Even if a pirate came, Roman would only give him a hard punch!

What a blind thing!

You have robbed your ancestors!

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Morey showed up at the right time.

After all, it had been half a month since the last recruitment.

During the construction period, all the staff were fully booked. No matter it was raining or blowing, we had to work hard.

In return, the first two farms were completed at an astonishing speed, and the construction of the last pig farm will be completed in the next ten days.

And it takes more than everyone to build a pig farm.

So Roman pulled out most of the staff and drove them to harvest grass.