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

"I will give you a thousand troops!" Roman said to Neli'er.

Three infantry brigades, a scout team, 100 war horses and draft horses of varying qualities, and a 100-person medical team, cooking team and other logistics units.

Each soldier must have customized simple plate armor, various weapons, and a complete set of bows and arrows.

There is no need for handymen accompanying the army, which will increase the logistics consumption, and there are many handymen in the sea fort.

It's easier said than done.

Roman's army has a higher armor ratio. But we haven’t managed to get one per person yet.

Coal and Iron Town will then fully supply this expeditionary force and build the best plate armor.

"Really?" Nellie held her breath for a moment.

She has been in school for a long time, but that doesn't mean she doesn't pay attention to Roman's army.

She and the Battle Knight were both Roman's valet, and they knew that they had undergone earth-shaking changes.

To put it bluntly, since the Spring Rain War, the combat effectiveness of that army has at least doubled.

Her heart surged for a moment, full of gratitude, "Sir, thank you for your assistance to me and Sea Castle."

"It's paid, Nellie, it's not free."

"I know." She nodded slightly.

Now that things have happened, what else does she have, and what else does Sea Castle have?

Even if she is facing the devil, she is willing to trade everything she has.

"It's good that you are aware."

Roman loves talking to smart people;

"Those troops will help you stabilize the situation, but I will have to mobilize them back in half a year at most. By then, I will only be able to leave you with at most one infantry brigade."

"Okay." Neli'er agreed.

If the situation cannot be stabilized within half a year, she will join Roman in the sword-forging furnace.

"My lord," Nellie stared at Roman with her blue eyes, "Can I ask your army to help me train the soldiers of the Sea Fort?"

"Training is fine, but don't expect them to compete head-on with my army."

There is no threat in this sentence. His character is such that sometimes he is so tough that he has no mercy.

Neli'er understood and was filled with joy. She knows how to teach a man to fish.

Even if it is not as good as Roman's army, it is still half a step ahead of the times.

Suffering people always crave strength.

"Yeah, what do you want me to do?"

"There are a lot of things to do. Just clean up the place first."

Nellie was not worried at all about this. She had witnessed with her own eyes how Origin City was built.

When they arrived, Origin City was building its first settlement.

Today, those brick houses are scattered all over the place like wheat in the fields.

She believed in the governing ability and style of the young king in front of her, and she did not believe that the people in Sea Castle would be in a worse situation than they were now.

Roman said: "Let it go and do it. I will say hello to Alex. It is now a vassal of the King of the River Valley. Those pirates can no longer touch that land. As for those nobles, you can kill them." Kill them, but I don’t recommend that you do that, capture them in exchange for ransom..."

Neli'er listened patiently. She had already planned for those things, but it was always good to listen to other people's suggestions.

When Roman stopped talking, she bowed and left.

Roman looked at her back and sighed, he couldn't control all the land now.

He couldn't even visit the coal and iron town a hundred miles away on a regular basis because the time spent on the road was too long.

So every time he went there, he would stay there for several days.

For this era, having too much territory is actually a negative buff.

There are tens of thousands of people in Origin City, and he needs to keep an eye on them at all times to prevent problems.

If the population is millions, how many pairs of eyes does he need to be able to see it?

The only way is to let them go.

Letting go of his apostles is like letting go of the birds that carry his will.

Give full play to their subjective initiative.

If anyone's thinking slips or he doesn't want to make progress, he will be pulled back by his own hands. If he can't be pulled back, he will be shot.

Nellie was the first bird he released.

…

At night, Roman returned to his room and found that the birds he had let fly had flown back.

Neli's blue hair is very soft, her complexion is fair, and her eyes are like deep and bright sapphires in the candlelight.

She wore a plain tight-fitting gown underneath, and a skirt with complicated pleats on the outside. The wider belt around her waist made her waist look very slender, like a water snake's figure.

She was carefully dressed up, put on light makeup, took a shower, and sprayed some perfume. She looked much brighter than usual, like a dignified and elegant aristocratic girl.

She sat on the bed and waited for who knows how long. When she saw Roman coming in, she immediately stood up and said, "Sir, I'm here to help you rest."

She unbuckled his belt, hung his coat on the hanger nearby, and took off his linen lining.

The soft little hands inevitably had some friction and collision with his skin. Roman had goosebumps. His heart was beating hard. He knew what was about to happen, but he couldn't describe the specific feelings.

"Um...I'm a little nervous," he said.

"There is nothing to be nervous about, my Lord Roman, you will have to pass this test sooner or later." Nellie said seriously.

"I treat beauty as poison, lest I become like my father."

"Then my cup of poison tastes good. You'll know after you taste it once. And I'm leaving soon. I don't know when we will see each other next time. You are different from everyone else. You are destined to climb the highest mountain." Throne, why should you be afraid? This is just the smallest experience for you."

Nellie took his hand, walked to the bed, and helped him sit down.

Then she went to untie the belt around her waist. Her waist was slender and varied, with curved lines outlined by the wide corset. Her chest was straight and straight, and her back was slightly curved.

She follows the dressing style of aristocrats. It is summer and is relatively simple.

It would be difficult if it were winter and a maid would be required to undress.

But neither Nellie nor Roman wanted a third person present.

Roman was very nervous. He had experienced a relatively open era, so he could say all kinds of things, but he had never experienced it himself. The last time he was so nervous was when he gave someone else a caesarean section.

Neli'er's face was silent and her expression was impossibly calm, but her little hands untying her waist were trembling slightly.

After several attempts, she finally took off the belt and dropped it to the ground.

Nellie then unbuttoned her coat, and then took off her tight-fitting gown.

Nellie still has some thin clothes on her body now, but that doesn't matter.

Roman saw a pure white body.

He stretched out his hand to hold her waist. The feeling was indescribable. It was soft, moist, smooth and fragrant. Those feelings were condensed into one piece, and the skin was as smooth as brocade.

Their heads were close to each other at the same time, and then they kissed lightly.

Unlike last time, this time the two of them were not in a hurry and slowly savored each other's taste.

Roman hugged her, and he seemed to be entangled in a sea snake.

It has the smell of the ocean, long and deep, like swimming on the bottom of the ocean with surging undercurrents.

People like sea serpents entangled him, and the ocean currents swayed.

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