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

In Roman's opinion, Gweiler has mastered four basic spells now.

Let's not mention the names of those seals.

The essence is called mental interference, energy impact, defensive shield, and mental meditation.

The power of mental interference depends on the enemy's mental will. Anyway, Roman felt that he was controlled for one second or half a second.

Energy impact is equal to the force of a ten-year-old child swinging a stick at his body with all his strength.

The range of these two spells is about seven or eight meters in diameter.

The defensive shield can only be released close to the body. But it can't stop bows and arrows and swords and spears.

And mental meditation is a spell that acts on oneself, which is not suitable for combat and can quickly enter a state of concentration.

Each spell takes about ten seconds of preparation time before it can be released, and it takes a longer time to adjust the breath.

Of course, this is the strength of the spell controlled by Gweiler.

And Sanna's spells are stronger.

Some basic spells, Gweiler needs to master.

But for Sanna, that is really the basics.

The hand seal is just an auxiliary means of casting spells.

Sana doesn't need to make hand seals, she can put up a defensive shield by instinct.

And energy impact and mental interference are also easy to do.

As for mental meditation, she is not as deep as Gweiler.

This is because the two people's talents focus on different things.

And Roman called Gweiler over not only to ask about her learning progress.

"How is your talent spell mastered?"

Gweiler showed an embarrassed expression.

"Not very good." She whispered, she tried her best, but she couldn't figure it out.

"What level can you do now?"

"I don't know." Gweiler was dejected.

Sana's talent spell is excellent.

Now she jumps two meters high, like a rabbit.

She runs like a cheetah, at a speed of twelve or thirteen meters per second.

She can lift a stone of two hundred kilograms with both hands, which is twice as heavy as Sana, and it's not the limit.

Her sense of smell is like a dog, her hearing is like a cat, her taste is sharp, her vision is amazing, and her sense of touch is well developed.

She is simply a little superman.

But what does she have?

Gweiler was sad and felt like she was being killed.

Roman didn't think so. Sanna's skills were nothing. She couldn't win against a first-level knight.

You asked her if she would win, and she said she would.

Then she was beaten to death by a single punch from the knight.

He weighed 200 kilograms, and you only weighed 100 kilograms. If you don't die, who will?

"Why are you pouting!" Roman said dissatisfiedly.

He lifted her chin, and with a snap, he raised his hand and slapped her.

"You have to be calm and composed like a witch! How can you be so cowardly when you encounter a little setback! Like a peasant woman whose husband was taken away by a mistress! You have to stand up!"

Gweiler looked at Roman for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"I know." She stroked her face, feeling the slight pain, and was inexplicably shy.

She likes this, talking to him, contacting him, interacting with him - he is not free every day, but every time he does, he always makes her feel happy. She writes down the feelings she has when she contacts him, and can savor them carefully at night, sometimes feeling numb.

"Come, tell me now, how do you use your ability?"

"I give the future destiny of all things, and destiny will determine the future of all things until it is fulfilled or dissipated."

"Who taught you to say that?"

"Grandpa Jialin."

"Don't talk like that old man, talk human language!"

"I can change destiny, but I don't know if I can fulfill it."

She cursed Sana to die of hunger and cold in winter, and her body would be eaten by wild beasts.

But the curse may not be fulfilled this year, it may also be ten years later, twenty years later, or even until death.

Because the triggering conditions are a bit harsh.

Sana lives in the Origin Manor, she wears warm clothes every winter, and the wild beasts have been killed almost all, so how could there be an accident for no reason.

And it is also related to the strength of the cursed object.

After Roman learned about Sanna's ability, he felt that even if he didn't arrive in time that night, Sanna would most likely not die. Humans can burst out with powerful survival abilities in desperate situations.

What's wrong with an awakened little witch strangling a wild wolf with her bare hands?

In other words, Gweiler can't really determine the fate of all things. At most, she can influence it, just like a cold and poisonous snake hiding in fate. If she finds an opportunity, she will bite. If she doesn't find an opportunity, she will forget it.

But this still makes Roman very satisfied.

After all, this is a destiny-level ability.

When Gweiler grows up, there will be too many things she can do.

So he likes it more and more.

"Gweiler, wish me good luck." Roman said with a smile.

Gweiler pursed her lips and chuckled.

"I wish you good luck." She said.

"Not enough, keep talking, I love to hear it."

"Good luck, good luck, good luck..." Gweiler wanted to laugh more and more as she spoke.

Somehow, she couldn't help but smile.

She said the blessing sincerely and sincerely.

She wanted to use her ability to help him, maybe it was insignificant, but she still repeated it over and over again, and she didn't know how many times she silently said it in her heart.

"Great." Roman touched Gweiler's head.

"My goddess of luck has helped me like this, so there is no reason why I can't draw a good card."

Gweiler didn't understand what Roman said in the second half of the sentence, but she understood the words of the goddess of luck.

She was very happy, but a little shy. She suddenly leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

"This is the kiss of the goddess of luck. You will succeed!" She whispered, feeling her cheeks burning and numb, and left with her lips bitten.

Roman laughed dumbly.

No matter if it works or not.

Start drawing!

…

The recruitment pool was shrouded in chaos, and the number of stars in the pool was increasing.

Now, there was a faint feeling of the brilliant starry sky.

Roman was very satisfied every time he saw it.

But as long as he thought that most of them were idiots with no potential, he couldn't help but sigh.

I hope Gweil's blessing will work.

…

After the recruitment is over.

Roman looked helplessly at the two hundred newly added low-star apostles.

3 three-star apostles, 28 two-star apostles, and the rest were all one-star apostles.

The number of stars he had drawn in 200 draws was only a little more than the number of stars he had drawn in 150 draws last time.

After all, two five-stars, Gweiler and Sana, are worth ten one-stars.

The overall quality of the apostles this time is too poor.

It is obvious that Gweiler's blessing did not work, or it is not working now.

Roman has no choice but to accept the reality.

The reality is that there are not many talents in this bad era.

"It would be great if I could grab a city." Roman thought.

Cities are the embodiment of human transformation of nature. It is very difficult to support a city.

Cities can only be born on the territory of great nobles.

Roman's origin city is called a city, but it is actually the product of the combination of towns and villages.

His residential area is scattered among large tracts of farmland.

Roman ordered them to work nearby, which can save time and energy, but the distribution is not dense.