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

Laura followed Tucker and saw many pairs of lonely girls like her on the road, with uneasiness written on her face.

They are of the same age, the eldest is about twenty years old, and the youngest looks about seventeen or eighteen years old.

She kept her emotions inside and they were written on her face.

"Are they your comrades?"

Laura struggled to keep up with Tucker.

The latter's upper body is straight, his legs are straight, his arms are swinging high, and he is walking in a goose step.

Hearing Laura's words, Tucker stopped. Laura almost hit him and finally stopped.

"Yes!" Tucker nodded.

Laura complained a little to him but didn't dare to say anything more, "Are you going to get married like us?"

"right!"

"So we're going to church?"

"There is no church, no priests, and Monsieur Roman said he would drive them all out."

Laura was not surprised. They killed dozens of devout believers during the looting, including the priests who had preached to them over the years. They all fell in a pool of blood.

But this is a struggle between the Holy See and the nobles, and it has nothing to do with them, ordinary people.

"Then how are we going to get married?"

"Master Roman witnessed it."

Laura asked: "How much money is needed?"

"Don't pay."

When Laura saw him finish speaking, she wanted to move forward again with the same action just now.

The roads in the residential area were well repaired. She had never seen such hard and flat lime ground. But he walked with his chest raised and his head raised. The pace was so fast and urgent that she had to walk quickly to keep up.

She thought he might not have thought of that.

So Laura had no choice but to grab his clothes and hold his arm under his surprised gaze.

Laura could feel his tense arms and some stiff movements.

This action indeed slowed him down. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked side by side with him, slowly following the crowd to their destination.

Other pairs of people on the way also saw their movements. Some men or women also imitated their movements, holding each other's arms, but the movements were equally stiff. They had never met before, but they would spend the rest of their lives together.

Roman was also setting up a grand wedding venue, and everyone was kicked out except the waiters.

He ordered forty or fifty tables to be brought over, and they were filled with fine beer, honey-glazed barbecue, cream cakes, pan-fried chicken breasts, fish stewed in thick soup, and bacon and egg rolls.

The dishes at this wedding banquet were extremely rich, and the aroma lingered in the air.

After Roman and others arrived, he called them to the audience. He stood on the high platform, raised his chin, and said in a brisk tone: "Line up!"

"Let the lady next to you hold your right arm."

In less than two minutes, the originally scattered crowd began to organize themselves.

This scene was very efficient and beautiful. Chaos became order in the blink of an eye. Roman nodded with satisfaction.

"Who do you allege to?"

"We are loyal to Lord Roman. We do not kneel to the gods or worship the devil. We open up territories for him and expand the territory for him!"

"Who are you going to protect?"

"We protect Lord Roman, become swords and shields, live for this, and die for this!"

"Then where are you from?"

“From the people!”

Roman's response was an unusually neat voice.

Roman kept nodding: "Yes! Yes! Yes! You should remember, you should remember! I am the supreme! I am destiny! I am everything, and they are also the incarnation of my will; obey them as you obey me; protect They are like protecting me!”

Roman stood on the high platform in a relaxed posture, with his left hand on his hips and his right hand raised high. His upright posture was imprinted in everyone's eyes.

The expression was both confident and arrogant as he said, "And I will give everything to you!"

"Now, follow my orders!"

"Answer me, will you take the woman on your right hand to be your wife?"

"I do!"

In unison, the sound is like a drum.

"Will you marry the man on your left to be your husband?"

The atmosphere fell into silence.

Laura glanced at Tucker and said that if she didn't want to, she would be afraid that the lord would be unable to step down. She had no choice but to say "I do".

The sound wasn't too loud, but it was enough to reach other people's ears.

Other women also belatedly said "I do."

Roman didn't care about the silence. It didn't matter even if no one answered. He knew what the hell he was doing.

"You will live together in the future. On this land, everyone has complete human rights, equal identity, and fair personality. No one will be nobler-except me. Unless the earth breaks apart and the sky collapses, these laws Never change."

"I witnessed your wedding. From now on, your wedding is sacred. If anyone dares to destroy this, I will never let him go!"

"Now, my warriors, tell me, can you protect the women around you? Answer me three times!"

Many women were stunned when they heard this sentence, and then heard the male companion next to them shout.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The response was louder and louder, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

"Very good! So, are you willing to abide by the following oath - no matter whether you are poor, rich, sick, healthy, happy or frustrated, I will love you, care for you, respect you, not hurt you and will always protect you? "

"I do!"

"Don't swear to me! Everyone turn to the right! Look at her and say to me! No matter poverty! Rich! Sickness! Health..."

Roman used his right heel as the axis and completed the standard turning action.

He had a solemn expression and spoke word by word, and they learned word by word.

Laura listened to Tucker's clumsy repetition of the sentence, there was no romance on the muddy roads in the countryside.

She heard Tucker spit out those words.

Her life was never in her hands, Laura repeated this sentence in her heart.

"Okay, girls, it's your turn, read it with me..."

Roman turned back this time and repeated the oaths word by word, and the oath object became a man.

Those originally scattered voices gradually became louder, gathered together, and became more and more neat and louder.

I don't know if it was an illusion, the atmosphere here that was originally full of embarrassment and coldness seemed to become solemn and solemn. All the participants felt a force, felt a strong sense of sacredness, and became instinctively pious, unforgettable for a lifetime.

Laura forgot when the wedding banquet ended.

She only remembered that the atmosphere that day was very intense. Everyone enjoyed an inexhaustible sumptuous meal. Those delicacies were what they had never tasted before. There was also endless beer. In the end, everyone was a little drunk.

They could also take away the unfinished food.

The soldiers chose to give all the food to their female companions - the barracks had long been tired of eating.

When they left, the lord on the high platform asked them to line up and receive a fur coat, not wool, but tanned from the fur of wild animals.

Those cloak-like coats were soft and warm.

Some were made of a dozen mink furs, some were fox furs, some were otter, ermine, bear fur, beaver and raccoon.

In the outside world, this would never happen.

The nobles looked like nobles, the farmers looked like farmers, but only class could not be crossed.

Besides, God knows how much fur is needed to make a coat that covers an adult's whole body. Tucker said that their lord used all the furs hunted in the past in the town of Sger, so all of them got one.

The respected master gave these as wedding gifts to all the newlyweds, wishing them a happy life in the future and issuing them marriage certificates.