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

In the blink of an eye, it was morning.

Roman took Margaret to the hall, where Edith and Shasta were having breakfast.

"Your Highness, how does Margaret taste? Is it delicious?" Edith asked with a smile.

"Oh, you even braided her hair, it looks so pretty."

Margaret followed Roman closely, dodging a little, habitually lowering her head to cover her face, but she found that the view in front of her was still bright. She had no bangs, and her long and thin hair was tied up. Her hairstyle was simple, and the braids were exquisite and generous, and her image was completely different.

Roman said to Edith: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

How could Margaret do such a thing in the past? There must be someone behind the scenes pushing her, but Roman knew who did it without asking.

"Margaret, come and sit here." The Nightmare Witch said.

Margaret came to sit next to Shasta with a gloomy face. Shasta looked at Margaret's new image and vaguely saw some deep red marks on her snow-white neck. He imagined the intense situation last night in his mind.

The caster may be unique in spells, but when it comes to physical confrontation, it is obviously not as good as the knight in battle.

Shasta can't do it, and Margaret can't do it either.

But the witch's recovery ability is stronger than that of ordinary people. After experiencing the violent storm, it is now more beautiful.

"How does it feel?" Shasta asked in a low voice.

"His Highness also asked me to tell him a story." Margaret said.

"Oh, tell a story, is it like this... um ah um hum..." Edith imitated shouting, but instantly quieted down.

Seeing that she was honest, Roman put down the plate in his hand.

"It's a story about the underworld." Margaret said.

But as Edith said, she shouted like that most of the time last night.

"I'm familiar with this, too. Some people think our magic power comes from that world, but some people don't think so," Edith said, "For example, Lord Thunder believes that magic power comes from the caster himself."

"My teacher believes that the netherworld is just a reflection of real magic power." Shasta also said.

Leona of Thunder, one of the most powerful witches in the Witch Forest, may not have a high status as the Prophet Witch, but her power must be far greater than the latter. Her student Shasta has a strong respect for that witch.

But she has already died.

Roman listened quietly and learned many rumors from these witches that were not sure whether they were true or false, but were mysterious enough.

The netherworld is an invisible world.

The real universe cannot interfere with it, but it can interfere with the real universe. It fluctuates due to the movement of celestial bodies and stars.

And at certain specific times, bizarre things will happen on the earth.

For example, some fleeting phantoms will run on the earth, ancient aliens will return, fallen dead souls will revive one after another, legendary species will emerge from the earth, and monsters in the mountains will become more powerful.

The astrologers of Sinnoh believe that every time they meet, the gods are exerting their divine power, and the earth's pattern will undergo new changes at that time.

Roman didn't know whether it was true or not, after all, he was very young and had never seen it.

He secretly wondered how bad the news was for him.

But he had no clue after thinking about it, so he simply ignored it.

He had to concentrate on managing this land, absorbing population, and strengthening rule. There were too many things to do, far more than he could do this winter.

The caravans he sent out went out in all directions, bringing batches of slaves, and also brought some bad news.

The worst thing was that freezing rain began to fall in some parts of the Black Iron Land.

Soon after the cold rain fell on the ground, it quickly froze into ice, which was smooth and transparent. It was commonly known as rime. Some people also called it icicles and tree condensation. Because the trees were soaked in rain, the leaves, branches, and trunks were all covered with a layer of ice.

The same was true for the farmhouses and shacks in the villages. The thatched roofs would quickly freeze into ice and weigh heavily on them.

The trees would be broken, the houses would be crushed, and the crops in the fields would be gone.

This was a complete natural disaster.

In Roman's opinion, this was much more terrible than those illusory legends.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the scale of the freezing rain was not large, and it only affected a few noble territories, which were far away from the City of Plenty.

The ability of the lower class to resist risks was extremely poor.

Roman wanted to pull those homeless people to the City of Plenty, but he encountered many obstacles.

The Church and the priests have promoted this place as a terrible place where monsters live. The man-eating demon king rules this land, and the King of Black Iron is in cahoots with him. It is a living hell on earth.

Some people would rather die than come here.

Roman let it go and did not force it. He only selected those who were willing to come and negotiated with the local nobles. He could bring hundreds of people by sending a few hundred kilograms of iron farm tools.

When people arrived in Fengrao City, they were first arranged to live in brick houses, winter clothes, three meals a day, honeycomb coal for iron stoves, daily furniture, etc.

After settling down, they had to start working.

The infrastructure construction speed of Fengrao City was extremely fast, but as long as the population was increasing, the construction task could not stop.

In fact, the residents of Fengrao City today have long exceeded the peak period of Kant Territory, and more than twice as many as in the past.

With such a large population, management is extremely difficult.

Roman could only insert nails into it, use points to control lines, use lines to control surfaces, and connect them one by one.

This can only guarantee the most basic administrative power.

It seems very unstable, but it is impossible to plot a rebellion.

First of all, it should be clear that the King of the Valley has the prestige of a monarch and aristocratic status as his backing, he has loyal subjects and a strong military force as his foundation, and now he has to add the love of farmers.

At least those families assigned to brick houses are unlikely to have the idea of ​​participating in the rebellion.

Unless the gods come in person and perform miracles, those people will not risk being beheaded to participate.

They came to join the holy war army just to make a living, and the real believers were killed in the sweeping war.

The basis of plotting a rebellion is to find like-minded companions.

This requires considering whether the people found are determined to rebel.

What will happen if one of them finds the King of the Valley or the King of the Valley’s army to inform?

All participants will be hanged, and only the informer will survive and be rewarded.

The conspirators had reason to be afraid before they committed a crime. Those who had evil intentions were like hens in a chicken coop, and could only be in a state of panic all day long. They would only feel surrounded by enemies, as if they were surrounded by people who were loyal to the king of the valley.

So there was no need to care about those dark insects.

In the last month of winter, the canal in the basin was also dug.

It took more than four months and more than 10,000 laborers to finally connect the winding river in sections. From then on, the transportation cost dropped greatly. As long as there were enough porters, transporting hundreds of tons of materials a day was a piece of cake.

More importantly, they could open up new settlements along the canal.

Build more basic buildings, open up more easily cultivated arable land, and transform more grassland pastures.