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

Neriel was washing herself.

She was sweating all over after the morning exercise just now.

Roman lay on the bed and looked at her back.

He felt that she was very nervous, tense and violent.

He felt that she was like a girl who was frightened by a nightmare and calmed down after venting.

And he was her way of venting.

"Can you tell me what you dreamed about?"

"I forgot, sir." Neriel replied.

Roman thought that it was his rash blessing to Neriel that caused all this.

...

[Three-star Neriel (can be given an apostle code)

Attack: E, Defense: E, Speed: E+, Constitution: E+, Energy: D

Talent: Deep Sea Secret Power - Transformation of Life Form

Skill 1: Go with the Flow - Control the direction of the water flow in a small range

Skill 2: Stand on the Water Surface - Walk in the water without sinking to the knees]

...

This was the first time Roman blessed Neriel.

She was about to leave, and she couldn't do without some strength.

But blessing Neri is as troublesome as blessing a witch.

Perhaps it is because of Neri's special identity. When Roman promoted her, he found that he needed not only gold, silver, copper, iron and other resources, but also a piece of aquamarine.

Aquamarine is a treasure among sapphires and is very valuable.

Among the 100 rare gems that Gale gave Roman, there were still a few aquamarines.

Roman naturally gave it to Neri.

Then she started talking in her sleep.

Roman still thought it was a good thing.

He lay on the bed for a while and saw Neri squatting there, stirring the water in the wooden basin with her fingers. She probably sensed the new power.

Speaking of which, the battle knight is different from the spellcaster.

The battle knight needs numerical values, but it takes time to improve the numerical values.

But the spellcaster only needs an opportunity. Once he finds that opportunity, he can cast a spell - the strength of the spell still depends on the numerical value.

In theory, if a person's attributes are all E, as long as his talent is high enough, he can release basic spells through hand seals.

He raised Neri's [Energy] attribute to D, which is basically equivalent to a low-level witch. She has strong learning and acceptance abilities, and it is easy for her to spontaneously figure out spells in a short period of time.

Playing with water is fine, but isn't it too long?

Roman walked over, "Is it that fun?"

He saw the water in the wooden basin being stirred by Neri's hand, forming...

"Whirlpool!" Neri stared at the whirlpool in the basin in a daze.

"Alas, this is your bath water." Roman sighed.

Neri looked at him in astonishment. She was not a child anymore. She had awakened and explained, "My Lord, I just..."

"Okay, don't wash now."

"Huh?"

"In case you have to wash it again later."

"Wait, I think..." She was picked up by the waist before she finished her words.

...

The residents of Origin City work 996.

You can only rest for four days a month at most.

But Roman was not stupid enough to spread this matter. What if he developed a bad habit?

This month, they dare to take four days off, and next month, they dare to take five days off. Roman dare not think about taking a few days off in the future.

So nominally, they have no rest time.

But those residents always need to take leave for various reasons, such as illness, injury, relatives needing care, etc.

On average, it is good for each person to take one day off per month.

Of course, sometimes there are various force majeure factors.

For example, natural climate, agricultural society, once it rains and snows heavily, farmers can't produce.

Another example is social factors, such as the outbreak of war, harvest celebrations, etc., which also require large-scale suspension of production.

And Roman follows the 007 system, with no rest time all day, doing all kinds of things, and being full of energy.

However, he was absent from work for half a day today for the first time in a long time.

It was not until noon that he went out to eat refreshed.

"Send a meal to Nellie." Roman said to the maid.

The maid knew the reason. There were very few things in the manor that could be hidden from them, so she didn't ask much and sent the prepared meal over.

Pushing the door open, the bedsheets were in a mess.

Nellie was lying there like a puddle of mud, her bones seemed to be falling apart...

...

Roman walked briskly to the hall, grabbed the bread and started eating.

Seth came over from the dock.

"Master, the pirates have been waiting for you for a long time. They said they brought 5,000 slaves this time."

Roman nodded, "Let him come, I have something to tell them."

Soon, Scarhead came to the manor.

This time he brought a confidant of the pirate king named Visett.

"Respected King of the Valley," Scarhead knelt on one knee, and Visett heard Finn say, "The pirate king was very satisfied with the result of the last transaction. This time, I will send you a large number of slaves, which will definitely satisfy you."

Visett glanced at Finn coldly.

He used to be the leader of a pirate gang, and now he is a confidant of the pirate king Alex.

The pirates got a batch of high-quality weapons, which is a good thing.

But now he finally saw the trading method of both parties.

What a fart!

I was so pissed!

There was no honor in this!

He was now extremely upset with Finn.

But Finn is not a pirate. Maybe he was once, but now he is a slave trader, responsible for helping the pirate king to sell stolen goods and resell supplies. The rules of pirates cannot restrain him, otherwise Visett would have chopped him down with an axe and refreshed the king of the valley's perception of pirates with blood.

They are not begging for food on their knees!

Without waiting for Roman to answer, Visett said bluntly: "You made us wait outside for a long time! You have no manners at all!"

Roman glanced at the pirate who was talking to him about courtesy.

Visett was tall, hairy, and had a fierce face. He wore boiled hard leather armor, carried a wooden shield and an axe, and hung a sword on his waist. He was dressed like a standard pirate.

Roman gestured and said: "Then this meal is my compensation to you."

He gave the two a chance to have lunch with him.

Visett glanced at the table, grabbed a piece of fragrant pork chop, threw it on the floor, and crushed it with his dirty boots, and the gravy overflowed.

"Alas, this is disrespectful to me. Pick it up and eat it. I forgive your mistake." Roman sighed.

Clank!

Visett drew out his dagger and looked around.

This is a manor, not even a castle. It is totally unsuitable for the other party's status. He felt that this was not a place to meet guests. It was still unclear whether the young man in front of him was the king of the valley.

He felt that he was being fooled and said angrily: "You were the first to disrespect us!"

"You dare to draw your sword in front of me!" Roman's face turned cold.

"Heh..." Visett smiled cruelly.

The Void Witch who was watching raised her hand, and the sword immediately slipped out of her hand.

Visett was shocked and reacted very quickly. He pulled out the axe with his other hand and rushed over in one step.

The Void Witch pressed again, and a strong force came, pressing Visett to the ground. The latter struggled violently, and the wooden board under him collapsed. He desperately took out a sealed small wooden bottle from his waist.

"Don't let him drink that stuff..." Monica said.

Margaret raised her hand gently.

At that moment, Visett felt that all the blood in his body had solidified and he lost his ability to resist.

Roman was calm and composed, quietly watching the scene in front of him.

He was in a very good mood today, and felt comfortable all over, but he met an idiot, which ruined his mood.