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

The situation was not stable yet, and supplies and personnel had not been delivered. Roman could only do some simple official duties in the castle.

Then, he discovered a big problem.

That is, his Origin Farm had grown bigger!

Originally, it was only that basin, but since Kant Territory became the City of Plenty, it also became part of the Origin Farm.

Roman was extremely happy.

This meant that as long as he could annex more land, he could use the farm map to find more resources.

At the same time, the recruitment pool was also expanded.

The residents of Origin City and Plenty City were all in this pool.

After he found this, he returned to the room in the castle and checked it over and over for a long time.

"Okay, okay!"

Expansion! Farming! Mining! Exploding troops!

These things are more important than anything else.

Now the number of apostles is a little insufficient.

Roman is preparing for the eighth recruitment, this time recruiting a thousand apostles!

As the number of manpower increases, the resources Roman gets are also increasing.

Therefore, the number of recruitments is more and more.

Of course, recruitment is just recruitment, and improving attributes is always the biggest consumption of resources.

Those apostles without potential are not worth promoting at all.

Roman calculated the number of apostles he has now.

There are three categories: production, management, and military.

There are fewer production and management, and more military.

But if hundreds of apostles are spread out over thousands of troops, there is a limit to how many there can be.

But after Roman changed the jobs of the apostles, the number of each profession became even smaller.

For example, he now has a supernatural team with a total of 40 snipers, 50 pioneers, 50 heavy armor, and 70 guards. Among them, the smallest number of special forces is less than 30, and there are only a few witches as mages.

These are only apostles of special arms, not all apostles.

For example, the snipers in the archer brigade are quite special. They are listed separately as a sniper group. Usually, they can also command archers as a squad leader. It can only be said that the military position and profession are in line.

Roman's military foundation is still composed of infantry battalions.

Even if more apostles change their jobs, they are all serving as squad leaders, squadron leaders, etc. in the infantry battalion, which cannot be regarded as a simple profession.

The so-called expansion of the army requires both quality and quantity.

Do both!

Only in this way can it be considered sound!

Roman's heart was surging. If there were enough resources, he could sweep the entire land with his invincible extraordinary army.

Facing this terrible land, be strong and inject it hard!

Whenever he imagined the future, Roman felt a strong excitement, and his body could not help but react.

At this time, he heard movement at the door, very light footsteps.

Roman opened his eyes and sat up instantly, "Shasta, what are you doing here?"

"Your Highness, I see you are asleep in bed. This is not a manor. It's cold outside..." The Nightmare Witch said at the door. Her room and Margaret's room were next to Roman.

The room in the castle was cold and damp. Roman's room had been cleaned by Margaret, and the bedding was also brought from the manor. He was going to live here for a long time, and the daily necessities would be prepared in advance.

She came in for no other reason, just to cover him with a quilt.

Roman was silent for a moment, then said, "Come in, sit next to me, and close the door."

"Yes." Shasta closed the door and walked over. The room had not been furnished yet, so she had to sit by the bed.

"Do you have anything to tell me?" Roman said. He looked at Shasta's delicate face. The witch hesitated, "Is it related to Margaret?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Tell me."

"She said that to everyone, but Margaret will not hurt you, I swear." The witch said. "Some oaths are more than a thousand pounds, and some oaths are worthless. Which one is yours?" Roman said softly, "I can see that you will become very nervous as long as it involves witches."

Shasta said: "I grew up in the witch forest. My teacher asked me to protect all the sisters. She said that we can no longer make unnecessary sacrifices..."

"Go on, I'm listening."

"You didn't let us make unnecessary sacrifices... So, if a witch dares to hurt you, I won't let her go."

Roman saw that Shasta was expressing her attitude, showing her determination and the determination of other witches.

This is a kind of showdown.

So Roman likes these brainless witches very much. You don't need to guard against anyone but this kind of people. They don't hide everything in their hearts. They speak their minds directly and freely. They take revenge when they have grudges and complain when they have grudges.

"Also, you don't blame Margaret. I am very grateful to you." She said at last.

"Your companion made a mistake, and you actually apologized. I don't like this. You took the responsibility that doesn't belong to you." Roman said, but he felt that he could understand Shasta's teacher.

Rather than letting a group of unreliable witches fend for themselves, it is better to rely on a more reliable witch.

Facts have proved that Shasta lived up to expectations. Regardless of whether Roman and her intersection was an accident, she could endure grievances for her sisters, which was better than most people. Witches are characters who live on the edge of a knife.

For extraordinary people, when they encounter intolerable oppression, the first thought is definitely to explode with him!

If I don't live well, you don't want to live well either. It is the normal idea of ​​witches to perish together.

There is no way, they live in such an environment.

"I don't care about others, but Margaret is special." Shasta said, "I also beg you not to provoke her. Life is not real to her."

Roman nodded slightly when he heard that. He was not sure whether Margaret really had any mental illness.

But for most people, as long as life is hard enough and living is painful enough, unless they find faith to rely on, life is really boring.

He improved the treatment of those people to prevent their thoughts from slipping and not being treated like slaves.

"Okay, I believe you, she is special, Shasta, I won't provoke Margaret, but how far can you go?" Roman asked.

Shasta blinked and looked at Roman blankly.

"Just tell me if you have anything to do."

Roman reached out and pressed Shasta's chest. She was attacked and subconsciously cried out softly.

Roman kneaded gently, "Shasta, you came at the wrong time today. My desire was burning, and you just barged in."

"I... I don't know." She tensed up, trying to get out of this environment that made her a little uncomfortable.

Roman held her arm to prevent her from leaving, and kneaded harder.

She was wearing a black dress with thicker fabric.

Roman put his hand into her clothes, and the skin touched, and the sensory stimulation was more obvious.

"Your Highness... Can I leave?" Her voice trembled a little.

"You can leave, but how much can you do for Margaret?" Roman caught her weakness.

Everyone has soft spots, and witches have them too.

But it is very upright and very flexible.

She endured the strange feeling, her fair and delicate face flushed, and she panted softly and said, "I can do anything you ask me to do."

"Don't blame me for being mean, Shasta, you know... You may not know that Neri has been gone for a long time, and I have been controlling myself during this period, but I recently found that you are very beautiful. You are not much worse than Neri, and Margaret is the same. Alas, I didn't want to think about it, but who let you break in..."

"I know, I know, please don't say it, what should I do." Her voice sounded a little weak, which was rare for her personality. The only reason was that what happened now made her feel very shocked, and her mind was blank.

"Take off your shirt, let me see how beautiful you are, Shasta, my dear Shasta, use your mouth to help me solve the problem."