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

"Dick, to thank you for your help, you should pledge allegiance to me."

Even Dick himself did not expect that Roman's first words when he saw him would be this, and he said it so easily.

He was stunned and said: "I am the traitor Dick, a Lord Eater, there is no place for me in this land."

Borg made too much trouble, he had to take action this time, otherwise if Roman Liejia got into trouble, the whole town of Sger would face a catastrophe. They just fled to the mountains, but it does not mean that they are not afraid of the power of the world.

The Grand Duke Liejia is old, but the Liejia family will not tolerate such a thing.

Roman spread his palms, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Then how about I give you this place to stay?"

Dick was stunned again. It would be fine if this new lord did not shout and kill him, but why did he keep saying that he would give him a home?

Do you really know what I did before? Aren't you afraid that I will chop off your head too?

Dick was very confused, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "I have never considered such a thing."

He did not hesitate to assume the worst of others. This young lord seemed warm and gentle on the surface, but he was a tough guy through and through. The wolf blood on his clothes was still emitting heat, and there was a lot of blood splashed on his neck and face, but he still looked smiling, which made people's scalps numb. Who knows, if he really nodded and agreed, when he had dinner, Roman would throw his wine glass, and five hundred swordsmen would immediately jump out from under the table, and then carry his head to claim the reward.

This is quite normal. What he did was too bad, and only ten years had passed, and the Black Iron Kingdom's wanted order for him should not have been revoked.

But I have to say that he was moved.

This sentence was too attractive to him who was displaced.

Seeing Dick hesitate, Roman knew there was a chance, and his bad mood became brighter.

At this time, another figure came from a distance, holding a bloody wolf head in his hand.

Roman then realized that the battle on the wolf leader's side was also over.

And the person who ended the battle was also a stranger.

When this person approached, Roman saw that he was plain-looking, of medium build, wearing ragged and dirty leather armor, and looked like he hadn't taken a bath for several years, and his expression was also indifferent.

Without an introduction, Roman also guessed the origin of this person.

"Battlefield deserter Jet..."

Jet was stunned when he heard Roman calling him, and was a little at a loss. In the end, he chose to bow his head to Roman.

Roman continued: "Your martial arts are very good. Do you want to help me?"

Being able to kill the wolf leader so quickly and without injury, he must be a second-level extraordinary person at least, which must be stronger than Aaron - Aaron has reached the standard of a second-level extraordinary person in all aspects, but his attack power is a little low.

Jet was stunned like Dick before.

Dick looked at Roman with a strange look.

So you say this to everyone!

Dick felt mixed emotions.

Jet's response was very direct: "I refuse."

"You said it so bluntly, aren't you afraid that I will have someone chop you to death?"

Jet took a step back, "If you come to chop me... then I can only escape to another place."

Shasta suddenly said: "Roman Liejia, I helped you kill all the wolves, you can let Gweil go with me."

Roman glanced at her: "When did I agree to this?"

Shasta was silent. She knew that Roman did not agree, but she also contributed.

If I didn't delay and kill the two wild wolves, even if Dick and Jet came to support, at least half of your guards would be killed or injured.

Are you turning your back on me?

At this time, another group of people came to this mountain forest.

Moir wiped the sweat from his forehead. The mountain road was difficult to walk. With his body size, he would lose at least half a pound of meat after running so far today.

But there was no way. If Roman got into trouble, he would never have to lose weight in his life.

He hurried, but still arrived a step too late. The battle was obviously over. The bodies of wild wolves were everywhere. It was obvious that it was a tragic battle. Roman was standing there. Although he was covered in blood, he didn't look like he was in trouble.

Moir was overjoyed: "Master Roman, I'm glad you're okay."

Roman glanced at Mor. He was attacked by a brown bear in Garin's hut before. Although there were no casualties, there were seven wounded soldiers, most of whom were crushed and fractured. He had to temporarily settle them in Garin's hut.

Galin has healing herbs.

Mor probably heard the wolf howling, so he called three guards and hunters with less serious injuries to support him. This was a great challenge for him who was timid and afraid of death.

This guy passed the test.

Moir was very happy to see that Roman was okay at first, but when he saw Jet and Dick, his expression was a little reluctant, especially when he saw the ragged girl hiding behind Dick, his face was even more reluctant.

He knew this girl, and the agricultural officer still had an impression of the residents of Sig Town.

And Gweil also met Moore. She was naturally not unfamiliar with the agricultural officer of Sig Town. The county magistrate was not as good as the current manager. Even if Roman was really the lord of Sig Town, he was not as intimidating to her as Moore.

So she hid deeper, trembling behind Dick.

Dick sighed and patted her little head.

Roman also noticed the current situation, so he said frankly: "Let's discuss Gweil's ownership next."

Shasta said firmly: "I must take her away!"

"Look, we can't talk about this anymore." Roman thought for a moment, "Since we are both determined to win, let Gavier decide for herself."

Roman had to compromise. The black-haired witch in front of him was too powerful, and he couldn't afford any losses now.

Jet and Dick might not help him either.

Shasta frowned and found that this was the best choice.

"Okay!" Shasta nodded, and then looked at the little witch, "Then Gavier, are you willing to go with me?"

Suddenly becoming the focus of the whole audience, the psychological burden on Gavier was not too heavy.

"I don't know..." Gavier was so scared that she couldn't be more scared.

She didn't know why both Shasta and Roman valued her so much. She was obviously just a disaster star, but they had such a fierce conflict for her and almost fought.

She looked at Dick with pleading eyes, but the man who had taken care of her so much turned his head away.

She looked at Jett again, and the deserter from the battlefield did not respond to her either.

They left the choice to Gweiler herself.

At this moment, Gweiler thought of a lot.

She thought of her mother's expression full of pain and despair, and her father's hysteria in bed when her identity as a witch was exposed.

On that cold night, she was as helpless as a newborn baby. The door was pushed open, and her mother held her in her arms for the last time in grief, and hung a cloth bag full of peas around her neck. That was the family's rations for the next three days. After her father broke his leg, these rations became crucial. They had to borrow food from the agricultural officer More, even if they had to pay back twice the amount of food after the autumn harvest.

Then, her mother pushed her away painfully, asking her to escape to the mountains, never to go down the mountain again, and not to be known by anyone. She came to the mountains in a daze, but the power of the curse still lingered around her, affecting everything around her.

She didn't know how she survived these two years. She picked up rabbits that died after hitting trees, picked edible wild fruits, and picked non-toxic mushrooms, but these could only barely guarantee the most basic survival needs. She spent every day in hunger and cold.

If Uncle Dick hadn't given her a huge bear skin, Brother Jet had given her a lot of meat, Grandpa Garin hadn't treated her illness and kept her healthy, Uncle Borg hadn't told her about survival experience in the mountains, the hunters had also sent her various daily necessities, and her mother would have found ways to squeeze out a portion of food from home and come to the mountains regularly to give it to her, she would have died in the first winter.

No matter how many difficulties, pains, and loneliness she encountered, she never thought of leaving. She always remembered her mother's teachings-don't go down the mountain.

So is it okay now?

Is it okay?

Is it really okay?

Uncle Dick is here.

Uncle Jet is also here.

Farm officer Mr. Moore is here.

The lord who has never been heard of is here.

Ms. Shasta, who is willing to take her away, is also here.

Is this all going to end?

Gweil raised her little face, tears sparkling in her eyes, tears running down her face, making her dirty little face look a little brighter.

She said: "I want to go home..."