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

Roman is worried about the food problem.

Recruiting soldiers is like recruiting people who are not working - they cannot produce, they are just consumption.

Two thousand recruits is not a small number, but we have to recruit them.

Theoretically, five thousand soldiers are enough to deal with the current difficulties.

But the more soldiers, the better.

If you want to fight, you have to fight a crushing game!

Qualified young people will go through multiple screenings such as physical fitness, height, and health, and finally an outstanding soldier will be sent to the barracks.

Roman is also supervising the recruitment process.

On August 12, Roman looked around the noisy scene in front of him, and thousands of young people lined up to register.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly.

Something is wrong?

I can't say it specifically.

He is the descendant of the Split Armor, and his intuition is amazingly strong. Every Broken Archer has this ability.

Once pointed at by a sharp weapon, he will instinctively feel uneasy, which is considered a special sixth sense.

Then, before Roman could figure it out, the feeling that something was wrong rose to a rapid level in a very short time.

He did not hesitate, and immediately grabbed a steward beside him and pulled him towards him.

The steward stumbled, and half of his body hit him. Before he could react, he felt slight pains all over his body. He was hit by the dart and lost consciousness in just a few seconds.

Roman held his body as a shield and rushed back to the crowd.

More than a dozen assassins saw this and all rushed out and ran towards Roman.

They were swift, but also a little weird, and their speed was more than one level faster than Roman.

However, after Roman rushed into the crowd, he kept pushing the people next to him to his back to create obstacles.

At this time, shouting that there was an assassin was useless. Whether these brainless idiots around him could understand this concept was another matter.

He rushed forward, making it impossible to predict his route, and calmly and violently looked for a way to survive.

Behind him, the assassins drew their rapiers, spread out from each other, formed an encirclement, and rushed towards Roman.

Roman noticed this and immediately stopped rushing forward, but fled to one place.

An assassin met Roman, whose holy light swordsmanship was swift and dangerous. In a sense, this assassin's swordsmanship was more terrifying than Jet's.

Jet's holy light swordsmanship was to defend while attacking, to move steadily and steadily, and to force the enemy into a desperate situation step by step.

The enemy in front of him was different, attacking blindly and completely abandoning defense.

Roman drew his dagger to meet the enemy.

He instantly realized that the assassin in front of him was estimated to be at the third level, tending to be agile, lacking strength, but his attack speed and swordsmanship power were really scary.

Roman and the assassin fought briefly for two rounds, and directly cut his neck with a dagger.

The assassin's eyes were cold and ruthless, but he was a little surprised when he died, probably because he didn't expect Roman to have so much combat experience.

This was a life-and-death battle, different from a drill. Whoever dared to make a mistake would die.

Obviously, he was the one who died.

These assassins may have been selected from various levels since childhood, killed each other, honed their skills in dark basements, regularly killed people and dissected people, etc., so they can be said to be experienced and vicious.

"How dare a mere idiot who takes a different approach to swordsmanship compete with me who has never lost a thousand battles." Roman cursed.

After he killed the man, he immediately ran out of the crowd and the square, and saw a winding river in front of him, and jumped in without hesitation.

Plop!

Ten seconds later.

The assassins stood by the river, completely lost the trace of their target, looked at each other, and retreated quickly.

...

Four minutes later.

Roman rode back to the manor, wet all over.

Most of the witches went to the military camp and followed the army in the field training. Edith, who stayed in the manor, was stunned for a moment when she saw his embarrassed appearance, and then shivered inexplicably.

…

One minute later.

The giant eagle of the Warcraft Witch carried Margaret and Shasta out of the manor.

A bird's-eye view, a wide-area search.

…

Twenty minutes later.

Roman changed his clothes, and there were fifteen corpses on the ground.

They were all well-trained, but unfortunately they could not escape the joint pursuit of Margaret and Shasta.

"It's a faceless killer raised by the Church." Shasta said.

She tore off the face of one of the dead men. The face was loose and soaked in a special potion. It could change their appearance when they were alive, but it would be ineffective after death.

As for the disguised identity, it was also found out, hidden in the last batch of slaves sent by the pirates.

They are killers who can penetrate everywhere.

They had killed these warriors in the Supreme Temple, but they were not completely wiped out. The Pope could still send them to perform tasks, but the number of people he could mobilize was much less.

Just like those who are familiar with witches must be the Church. Those who are familiar with the Church must also be witches.

When the fifteen faceless warriors met Shasta and Margaret, they were like mice meeting a cat.

Roman felt a rage that his life was threatened.

He had made up his mind long ago!

Smash this era to pieces!

Now the determination is even stronger!

"He will regret it. He shouldn't have sent so few people." Roman was calm and angry, "I will make him regret it!"

The witches also regretted it.

If Roman hadn't reacted quickly and had high enough force, if he had been a little slower and made a wrong step, he would have died on the spot.

At that time, all the strategic plans would have disappeared.

This incident sounded the alarm for them.

Roman first blocked the news to minimize the impact of this incident, arranged police officers, and slowly investigated the potential threats to Origin City.

The Vatican's army approached, making many people feel uneasy. Once the news of his assassination spread, it would only aggravate social unrest. How could it develop?

On the contrary, as long as he was fine, even if the Vatican deployed 100,000 troops, Origin City would remain unmoved.

"Your Highness, let me and Margaret protect your safety." Shasta said, she was frightened by this incident.

Roman has always given people a very special feeling.

Let's just say that when this figure stands on this land, it is difficult for you to imagine what will happen to him. His confident and strong heart can be reflected through his words and deeds.

He usually moves calmly and without tension. The mentality he occasionally reveals is like a top predator in nature, as if nothing can threaten him. That kind of demeanor is equivalent to Lu Bu in the Three Kingdoms.

It is precisely because of this that everyone subconsciously ignores certain things.

Now I feel scared. This kind of thing can't happen again.

"You gave us the status of attendants, so we have to play our due role."

Shasta's face is cold, her appearance is dignified, and her beauty is stunning. Since Neri left, the Nightmare Witch has become a super fighter, not counting the disheveled and taciturn Margaret.

"Okay! From now on, you will follow me." Roman nodded.

They can't accept the consequences of losing him.

Roman also thinks so, and he can't accept the consequences of losing him.

To put it bluntly, even if all the people in the Origin City die, he can't die. He alone is more important than everyone here.