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

Roman used to only know that the Witch Forest was the largest secret society of this era, but now he finally knows their true origins.

A group of court witches from the Conqueror period.

Now, they must be antiques, after all, more than 120 years have passed.

The Church hopes to eradicate the power of witches, but it is unable to do so.

Because the Wrath of the Tide family has always blocked the Church.

Morey said that the Witch Forest has received assistance from many parties.

Let’s not talk about the King of Black Iron for now.

If we really want to talk about it, the Wrath of the Tide family can definitely be called an open helper.

Because it was the Grand Duke of the Wrath who strangled the main force of the Church and prohibited the Church from acting recklessly.

So it gave the witches a huge breathing space.

Fortunately, the witch happened to have the family inheritance of the other two Black Iron Dukes.

It is rumored that the witch assassinated the Grand Duke of the Split Armor and robbed the inheritance of the Split Armor family.

And secretly colluded with Perea to steal the inheritance of the Oak Family.

But these two things can’t be thought about in detail.

Because the actual situation is not the case.

He gave it away on his own initiative, Roman thought.

Ulster must have given the Immortal Shield to the witch.

The Oak Family also gave the Sword of Glory to the witch through Perea.

Grand Duke Split Armor and Grand Duke Oak both had high hopes for the witch.

But no one expected that Ulster would die in the hands of the witch with clear evidence.

Gail, who inherited the position of Duke Split Armor, immediately raised his butcher knife against the latter.

This year, he has swept the court and liquidated too many forces that colluded with the witch.

The Earl of Bucks in Bucks Highlands can only be counted as one of them.

The witch was instantly forced into a dead end.

They had no choice but to launch a suicidal attack on the Holy City and rushed into the temple. It is said that they almost chopped off the head of the Holy See.

But almost is too much, that is a natural chasm, an impossible task.

In that case, the witch was able to break out, which surprised Roman even more.

Even in his strategic plan, the holy city and the fortress were put last.

Because he didn't know what the latter had.

So the witches' failure was justified.

They were seeking their own death, and that was just a meaningless sacrifice.

But on the other hand, if they didn't do that, they would have to suffer losses together with Gale.

Their scale was too large and it was absolutely impossible to cover it up.

Of course, it's not big now.

After all, almost all of them are dead.

He asked. "So you want to find the witches?"

"The responsibility of the members of the Pereia family is here..." Morey said bitterly.

He thought to himself, what is this for?

He hated those freaks who cast spells and swore that he would never deal with them in his life.

But in the end, he had to run for them.

"A single tree cannot make a forest! Lord Roman, this is the family motto of Pereia - a single tree cannot make a forest! Do you know who this sentence describes?"

Roman looked at Morey quietly.

The young businessman's face was full of struggle.

"It was the conqueror who told the witches that a single tree cannot make a forest, which is also the origin of the title of the Witch Forest. He said that the human race cannot live without witches, and we must join forces to resist the future catastrophe."

"I don't know the future catastrophe, nor do I know the use of witches, why they must be the ones. But there must be some truth in what a great man like him said. So the Pereia family regards this sentence as a guideline and regards it as a family motto, and it has also affected me now - I feel like I am standing in a vortex now. I can obviously withdraw, but I have to invest in it, just for a big picture and future that I don't know what it is at all!" He complained to Roman, treating him as someone he could entrust and confide in.

He didn't want to do that, but the reality didn't think so.

He was very sad, and felt a great trend, invisible but real, entangled in his body.

He was like a puppet, being manipulated to dance on the stage of fate.

"Can you guarantee your own safety?"

"I know some skills to change my appearance and disguise myself as someone else."

Roman nodded, "Then disguise yourself as a businessman. This is your specialty. I will give you a ship and a few guards. Be prepared... If possible, help me bring back some sulfur. I am in great need of it now."

The current mining methods are very backward, and we can only light the black powder first.

There is nothing that cannot be solved by equivalent.

If there is, it means that the equivalent is not enough.

Direct blasting!

This method is simple and crude, and can significantly increase the output of the vein.

In addition, Roman also needs black powder to help him complete future infrastructure projects.

But the disadvantage is that Roman only found a pyrite mine, which is far away and more remote than the gold mine. The two hundred kilometers of rugged terrain dispelled his idea of ​​mining.

The mirabilite mine is quite close, but it is also in the mountains and is not as easy to mine as the gold mine.

Morey got Roman's promise, but he was not particularly happy, and his heart was quite complicated.

"If you find witches, bring them back." As he turned to leave, he heard Roman's words, and a huge stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"You have solved another big problem for me." He said.

Where else could he go?

He was now a lonely man.

He had no money, no power, and no capital. Now he was a pauper and had to beg others for help in everything he did.

He knew that there was a merchant named Daken in the Origin Manor who hoped to get a ship and guards from the lord here. He had been working for more than a year, but the promise was still far away. Daken could only work harder to shorten the date of fulfillment.

And he could get funding for a ship and guards with just a few words, which was already great.

"Maybe, but I have to tell you, Morey, you paid your price in the past, so I am willing to help you, but the witches didn't, so I have conditions--

"First, you have to hide and not expose your whereabouts. I don't want to be the focus of the Holy See and Gale at the same time.

"Second, the witches have to pay their remuneration. They have the right to negotiate the price with me, and they have the right to refuse, but I will also refuse someone who refuses me. This is not negotiable."

Morey bowed slightly and said, "I understand, I will convey your meaning to the point."

Roman looked at Morey's back as he left, bit his finger, and started working at his desk again.

He is now planning the personnel transfer of various departments in Origin City, involving the promotion and appointment of most people.

Logically, Roman should set up a human resources department to do this.

But there are too many pits and too few carrots.

Seth can do it, but he is not free.

Nellie can do it, but she is not free either.

The knights under his command are all idiots with muscles in their brains, and none of them are good at housework.

When it comes to deploying troops, boosting morale, and charging and destroying sharp weapons, they are all talkative, and there are endless topics to talk about.

But if it comes to political systems, personnel management, rules and procedures, etc., they all become dumb.

So far, Roman asked Aaron and Green to come up with a more complete legion system, but so far, it has only been in its infancy.