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

Chapter 250 Interview

"How long will the witch wander?" Roman asked her.

The Nightmare Witch was stunned for a moment.

She was also asking this question.

Other witches were also asking this question.

But they were like a moving forest, and they could never grow their own roots.

"Until the end of my life." She spoke softly, not afraid to face this answer.

Roman's chest swelled instantly, and he took a breath.

Closed his eyes, opened his eyes, spread his hands, wanted to say something but stopped, didn't know what to say.

"That's it?"

Shasta suddenly felt unsure about his attitude. If Edith were here, she should be able to peek into a corner of his heart.

"Yes, that's it."

"Witch! You disappoint me. You have no program or plan... Hey, why am I telling you this? I thought you would be smarter from the way you look."

Shasta blinked.

She has a more shrewd and capable face.

Roman suppressed his frustration and said, "Let me put it another way. If I stop you from wandering, how will you repay me?"

"...Can you do it?"

Roman shook his finger and said, "Don't answer questions with questions. This is disrespectful to me. Whether I can do it or not is my business, not yours."

Shasta was amused by this unreasonable statement.

She said, "As long as you don't let us die, we can do anything."

"Then you don't ask for much."

"Because this alone is out of reach."

"Is there nothing else? I think the Witch Forest should have more ambitious goals."

"That grand vision has long disappeared. We are just losers..." Shasta's face was gloomy.

Roman had some unpleasant things with her last time.

But I have to admit that she really had a mysterious and elegant temperament at that time, as dangerous as a rose with thorns.

And now she is like a bitch with a broken spine. Although she is still struggling, she feels like lying down and letting herself be fucked.

"Then offer your loyalty to me. As long as you obey me, I will protect you. This promise will always be valid. What do you think?"

Shasta stared at him.

She wanted to say that the Church would not let you go. Lord Silver Moon was a lesson for you. You don't know how many believers the Church has. The King of Black Iron will also put pressure on you. You can't resist the endless offensive...

But in the end, she only said:

"I want to discuss it with my sister."

...

The only reason for the witch's failure.

That is, the fist is not big enough and there is no power to overturn the table.

They are essentially a formal organization formed after the court witches were disbanded, with a relatively complete organization.

Very strong, but not that strong.

Not strong, relative to the entire land.

Very strong, because Roman believes that the witch forest that Shasta mentioned can take away a Black Iron Duke and his forces-no joke.

He can also understand the weight of what Shasta said two years ago about inviting a few witches to visit him.

Not to mention that he had just come to Sige Town, even the current Origin City could not accommodate the Witch Forest.

It was too big and could not bear it at all.

Whether he could still control Origin City was another matter.

But there was no conflict of interest between Origin City and Witch Forest.

Roman needed witches as his helpers.

If they could fly together, there was no need to go alone.

Now it was easier to say.

The stray dogs had nowhere to go, so Roman accepted them. He only needed to provide dog food and dog houses.

But these guys were different from other slaves, and Roman had to personally check them out.

There were a total of 17 witches who followed Shasta to the Origin Manor.

Six were seriously injured, seven were slightly injured, and the other five were in better condition.

There were no beautiful women, and Roman only saw a group of ragged beggars.

Among the group, only Shasta was better. Her black robe was not too obviously dirty, and it could be seen that she paid more attention to cleanliness.

"Ah, there are people willing to accept us, and they are from the Split Armor family. You have more conscience than Ulster."

The witches were talking noisily, chirping, like a group of ducks.

Roman stared at the scene in front of him coldly, and said: "This is an interview! Whoever makes me dissatisfied, get out! Of course, this is also a two-way choice, so whoever is dissatisfied with me can also get out!"

The effect of this sentence was immediate.

The chaotic scene suddenly became quiet.

Some witches may be unruly, unruly, uneducated, and full of foul language, as if they were raised by a whore.

But they are not fools.

Those who go against the authority of the nobles have no good end.

The main reason they can come here is that they believe that Shasta will not lead them to death.

The seriously injured witches were sent to the hospital, and the selected nuns and medical staff will treat their injuries and wait until their condition improves.

So there are only twelve witches present, standing in a row of different heights.

Roman inexplicably feels like choosing a princess.

"From left to right, answer whatever I ask." Roman took out a piece of paper and a pencil.

"Name?"

"Gwen." The witch curled her lips.

"Age?"

"Oh, Lord, how about I tell you how many men I've had?"

Roman threw the pencil away immediately.

Snap!

Right in the forehead!

Gwen stood lazily, and the pencil slipped.

"Master, she is just a crazy woman. If you have any questions, please ask me. Our name is Monica." Another witch picked up the pencil on the ground in a flattering manner and put it back on the table eagerly.

Roman looked at her: "Did I let you speak?"

Monica shrugged: "No."

Shasta was so angry that she was about to smoke. She glanced at Margaret.

Margaret's clothes were blood red and her long hair was messy. She said calmly: "Have you had enough trouble?"

For a moment, a quiet atmosphere appeared that was even quieter than before.

The shapeless witches all stood up straight, their faces becoming solemn.

Roman looked at Margaret in surprise.

"62 years old." Gwen said honestly.

"What are you good at?"

"Defensive spells, you are from Armor Breaking, but your archery skills may not be able to hurt me at all."

Roman lost interest in her.

"Next."