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

Roman frowned slightly: "Does the Holy See know that I have a witch here?"

"pretty close."

Lysa's eyes were a little surprised, and she examined the young noble in front of her.

After learning this kind of news, he was neither shocked, angry nor afraid, but found out about it calmly.

The astrologers of the Holy See are so unfathomable in mystical fields that they can compete with prophets.

The witches came to Origin City in May, and now it's July.

They disappeared for two months, giving Roman a certain amount of development time - don't underestimate these two months, Roman did too many things during this period, and his power increased exponentially.

It's just that secretly growing up will eventually reveal its secrets.

The Holy See has now reacted and located the location of the witch.

Lysa said, "It seems you have been prepared for a long time."

After all, which foolish noble would not consider the consequences before sheltering a witch? Lysa Silvermoon thought.

Roman avoided talking, "I have my plan. Lysa, since you are here, does it mean that you are willing to dedicate your loyalty to me?"

He asked face to face to get her personal promise.

"It's obvious, Your Highness, as long as you don't hand me and other witches over to the Holy See, then I will naturally be happy to be loyal to you." Lysa came to Roman, gently grabbed his right hand, lowered her head and kissed him gently. .

Roman recognized this as noble etiquette.

The etiquette of the opposite sex towards the opposite sex, the etiquette of the inferior to the superior.

No other witch had ever treated him like this. Court witches had the etiquette of court witches, and it was enough for them to bow and bow.

Lysa is very conscious and polite, and the freckles on her face look a little playful.

Girls in this land generally have freckles on their faces, but they will fade away naturally when they reach adulthood.

Lysa looked about twenty years old. The freckles on her face had not all disappeared, but a few remained, like the spots of a small sparrow, which was a bit cute.

After she took the oath of allegiance, the formal occasion became more relaxed.

Gwen couldn't wait to shout: "Little Lysa..."

Seeing that the duck was about to have a meeting, Roman immediately knocked on the table: "If you want to reminisce about the past, you have to wait until I finish!"

Gwen shrugged and said, "It's up to you, Your Highness."

The other witches also kept silent.

Roman summoned Gweir and said to Lysa: "I want you to help her."

The freckled witch glanced at Gweil and responded with a smile: "Your Highness, you summoned me, Cang Yue, for this little sister. Her spells must be terrifying."

Roman nodded: "Yes, it's quite scary."

"Then what are her abilities?"

Roman said: "Rewrite fate!"

Lysa was even more amazed.

If you master this kind of magic, you are guaranteed to be a genuine seat witch.

"Your Highness, I am only a low-level witch. What I can do is limited. I'm afraid I will live up to your expectations." Lysa had to say.

This spell is too terrifying, and she is not humble. As a low-level witch, it really can't be of much use.

Especially when it comes to such ethereal high-level spells, even the cheerleaders on the side are worried that it will disturb the performance of the boss.

Roman said, "You can do it."

The freckled witch could only nod her head and said, "Okay, since you said that, whose fate do you want to change?"

"Rice... and wheat," Roman added.

Lysa picked her ears.

"You heard right, you have to assist Gweir to help me farm."

Lesa blinked and said in surprise for a long time: "You found me from Cang Yue just to help you farm?"

Roman frowned: "No?"

"It's not impossible."

I came to Origin City, and this is the result?

Do you have any perverted hobbies? Are you happy to see me come all the way to farm for you? !

Lesa had a smile on her face, but she had a different scene in her heart.

"How far can you do it?" Roman asked again.

This is considered an interview review. He must know Lysa's specific power.

"She can do it well, Your Highness, Lysa is a rare low-level witch with gifted spells." Edith said.

"Don't interrupt!" Roman said dissatisfied.

"Then I beg you to forgive me." Edith also shrugged.

When these guys do something wrong, they all have the same movements and habits, and there is no formality.

Roman secretly thought about finding a reason to beat them up.

Lysa said: "Your Highness, they all call me the Amplified Lysa."

Talent spells are vague.

Take Monica as an example. She is a void witch. Roman also thought she was a space witch, but after testing, she found that it was not the case.

In Roman's opinion, Monica has a telekinesis type of magic, so she can exert power from a distance.

Witches don't care what the innate spells are, they only care about what the innate spells can do for them.

However, it seems that not all apostles are high-star apostles.

Most witches also don't have innate spells.

The Prophet has inspired the hidden potential of all witches in order to increase their power.

Lysa is one of those rare witches who has gifted spells but no potential.

She might be able to become an intermediate witch after forty or fifty years, but that's all.

Therefore, the seat witches judged that she could only be regarded as an auxiliary witch - that is, the group of people who served tea and water, washed and cooked for the fighting witches in the witch camp.

Lysa has the ability to enhance the spells of a mid-level witch, but she did not go to the battle of the Holy City.

Because the battlefield changes rapidly, in a battlefield where high-level witches will fall one after another, she does not even have time to prepare, and the limitations are great.

But Roman does not care about this.

Farming is not fighting, the latter is a matter of life and death, while the former requires sufficient patience.

"Amplification? Amplification is good! You will stay with Gweil from now on." Roman said.

Gweil looked at Lysa curiously. After Lysa found out, she also smiled at Gweil. Her attitude was friendly on the surface, but her mind was full of thoughts.

She did not think her ability was of any use, and no sister asked her for help. She did not understand what the heir of the cracked armor wanted her to do.

Anyway, it was impossible for her to hoe the earth.

Hoeing for one day was okay, but no one could stand it for a long time.

Moreover, those jobs were not what she should do with her status.

Her predecessors should have established a firm foothold here, so she could just find them if there was anything.

After all, they are all witches, so we should help each other.

Lysa came to Gweil with a smile. Her nominal boss had already reached the threshold of a mid-level witch at such a young age. It was said that she had drunk Lyanna's potion and would definitely become a high-level witch in the future. But she couldn't do that. That was how her life would be. She would just be a handyman and had no future. So she should build a good relationship and curry favor with him in advance. Lysa thought so in her heart, and at the same time, she looked at the spacious manor with a curious look. It was not even a castle.

She was really curious about why this heir of the cracked armor dared to protect witches in the face of the world's disapproval.

What was his confidence and what he relied on?

Was it the terrain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack? Once the ferry was guarded, it would be impeccable?

Or was it the unique pattern here?

She thought about the amazing scene when she flew across the sky.

The land was flat, the houses were neat, the roads were connected, and people were coming and going to plant crops...

I have to admit, this is a good place.

At least it's much better than Cang Yue's evil place.