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

She froze on the spot, covering her mouth with both hands, her expression as if she was dreaming.

"Aren't you willing?" Roman turned around and sat on the chair where Sanna was sitting before, put her on his lap, held her in his arms, and asked softly.

"Don't you want to be my personal attendant?"

She just leaned on his chest, and her keen senses could feel the airflow when he breathed and spoke, blowing against her ears.

Those magnetic voices rang clearly in her ears, like electric eels in the sea rushing through her ears. She felt that all the bones in her body were sore and numb, and her face was surprisingly red.

She has healthy wheat-colored skin, but now her skin tone has become darker, giving her the feeling of being sunburned while walking on the beach.

That’s right!

That's what it feels like!

She was receiving the hot and straightforward love from the sun, so her movements were a little shy.

"Master, why?" Kaa couldn't believe it. "No...I'm not questioning your decision, I'm talking about Sanna..."

He couldn't figure out why Sanna got such an honor.

Roman put his palm on Sanna's face, and she closed her eyes shyly. She felt that the big hand was very rough, which made her skin a little astringent. Her nose was gently pinched and shaken, making it difficult to breathe, so she had to breathe through her mouth. Then she found that both sides of her mouth were also pinched. With a gentle press of her strong thumb and index finger, her green lips stood upright and squeezed together, plump, as if she was making a face.

Her skin is very elastic, as is the case for girls her age. Roman couldn't put it down.

He fell in love with this little fisherman more and more. He played with the little face that was full of collagen and looked healthy and rosy. He lowered his head and kissed her hard twice before he had time to answer Kaa's question.

"She has become a witch, and I want to train her." He took out the amethyst, and a strange and strange scene emerged inside the crystal. This was the magic power in Sanna's body.

Only by awakening the witch can a humble fisherman become a five-star apostle.

When Gweil heard this, she immediately screamed: "Really?!"

"uh-huh!"

Roman was in a great mood. In the past year, he had been unable to get what he wanted, and now he suddenly got the baby. Who in the world can stop him!

These two little guys form part of his grand plan for the extraordinary future strategy.

It must be taken care of well!

"Sanna! Answer Master! Hurry!" Kao reluctantly sat up and yelled at Sanna regardless of his manners. When he saw his sister's confused look, unable to seize the opportunity, he was so angry that he wanted to hit her with something. , but she was sitting on the master, and he couldn't do anything.

The violent and harsh voice quickly brought Sanna back to reality from the shock that she was a witch.

"Master, I do!"

She dreamed of becoming a valet like Gweir, envied her ease and ease, and envied her being favored. And she was only freed from the slave life because of Kaa, so she didn't have to work too hard, but Kaa treated her like that.

She had been lost for a long time, as if trapped in a strange dark forest, and now she finally found her way. She raised her face and stared into those red eyes, recalling the scene in the cold night in the ghost forest and the warmth in her mind.

"Can I do to you what Gweir did to you?" she asked.

"sure."

"Can I call you Roman?"

"Okay."

"Can I have my own room?"

"There will be."

"I'll just listen to you from now on."

"Only be loyal to me!"

“Can I eat white bread until I’m full?”

"Miss, that thing is unlimited."

"What if Kaa bullies me? It hurts to hit me."

"If there is no reason, I will help you beat him. As much as it hurts if he hits you, it will hurt twice as much if I hit him."

He answered the trivial questions one after another patiently and patiently.

He seemed to be glowing in her eyes.

If Kaa was like the snow in the gutter, you would feel some discomfort as long as you got close to it.

Then there is no doubt that he is a sun. Its outline is radiant, but it is so universal and loving.

Sanna broke free from his arm, turned towards him, stretched out a pair of arms and hugged his neck tightly, her thick brown and black hair mixed with slender brown hair. The two were very close, with their cheeks touching and their chests touching. Roman was a little surprised by her actions, but he also stretched out his hands and hugged her somewhat toned and slender waist.

Sanna's figure was considered tall among her peers, but she was dwarfed by him.

"Is it okay if I do this to you?"

"As long as you don't break my neck."

Sanna was amused, and her arms hugged her tighter. She remembered that when she was in a small fishing village, when her father came home at night, she would open the door and bring a burst of salty sea breeze. She would often put her arms around her father's neck at the door. Only in this way could she hug him. The dark fisherman used his nose to smell the smell of sweat and sea.

Her mother, whom the villagers called Da Sanna since she was born, would sit by the fire, diligently repairing broken sails and fishing nets.

The fire was burning brightly, the cold wind was howling outside, the waves were rough, and the house was creaking.

At that time, little Sanna was always worried that the roof would be blown off or the back of the house would collapse, but now she no longer has to worry about this problem.

The houses in the manor are sturdy and spacious, and the wheat porridge that they once dreamed of was the lowest food.

All her requests were met, and Cinderella became Snow White.

She went to kiss his cheek, but this time she didn't taste fishy or salty, but rather soft and resilient skin. Although it had not been well maintained, it had never been tempered by the sea breeze.

Sana wanted to cry for no reason, not because she had received a gift, but because of the inexplicable emotions that surged in her heart. She thought she had forgotten, but she hadn't forgotten. She just couldn't think about more things when she felt insecure.

She suddenly stopped hating Kao, perhaps not so much for what he had done, but more understanding.

She hugged him quietly for a moment until Gweil pulled Roman's sleeve.

The Witch of Doom said a little aggrievedly: "Roman, I want it too."

Roman put Sana down with a smile, and then picked up Gweil, which brought Gweil's satisfied expression.

"Can I go out with Sana?" she asked.

"As long as you pass your homework."

"Yeah!" Gweil broke free from Roman's embrace and landed on her feet.

She was very happy because from today on, she was no longer alone, not the only witch here.

Sana was no longer just her friend, but also her kind, her sister. - Just as the lady Shasta called her last year.

Only when witches live together, they are not aliens.

After Gweil landed, Sana didn't care that her ankle was still wrapped in gauze. She took her hand and the two girls ran out happily. Their steps were extremely light, like two butterflies dancing. The only thing that didn't match the butterfly was the thick winter clothes.

Roman sat on the chair, watching their figures disappear from his sight with soft eyes.

"Master, what will happen to Sana in the future?" Kao asked. He always used this title to show his respect for him.

"The future is limitless." Roman stood up and said. "Kao, her future achievements may be higher than yours, because you die too easily."

Kao lay on the bed, the sword wound on his body aching slightly. He watched Roman leave, thinking about those words in his heart, and a smile appeared on his cold face, as if a stone had fallen to the ground.

"Pirate leader, 'Bonebreaker', Jon..."

He silently recited the name of this enemy, his eyes became gloomy and terrifying, surging with blood, his arms were throbbing with veins, and his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh.