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

The friendship of nobles is not a verbal agreement, but a paper contract.

Morey took out the contract.

Roman found that the young businessman came prepared.

The terms of the contract clearly stated the scope of responsibilities of both parties.

If Morey was in trouble, Roman would help Morey through the difficulties.

This help could be identity assistance, protecting his safety, or even mobilizing troops to support him.

The last condition was very terrifying.

This meant that no matter who captured Morey, Roman would have to save him from the water and fire.

Of course, the friendship between most merchants and nobles did not reach this point, at most they would condemn him.

The result of mobilizing troops was not something that all nobles could afford.

Generally, it was limited to the first and second clauses - merchants could use the nobles' coat of arms and flags, and could also provide a reliable source of guards.

And, if Morey was politically persecuted or fled to the town of Sger for other reasons, Roman would unconditionally protect Morey's safety until he was out of the limelight.

As a price, Morey had to contact slave traders from all over the country and deliver at least 300 slaves to Sige Town every month.

If no slave traders could be found, his caravan would undertake the transportation task.

Roman would pay money or salt to buy these slaves.

...

This was a contract that satisfied both parties.

Finally, there was a way out.

Morey thought.

He was very sure of this.

No matter what kind of storms and turbulence the outside world would cause, as long as he came to Sige Town, everything would be fine.

All the changes and wars in the outside world could not affect him!

The environment here and the rulers here made people feel so safe!

Morey felt that even if the church forced him, the heir of the Liejia family would not hand him over.

Imagine that a lord made all his subjects live in spacious and sturdy brick houses, what would his attitude towards his friends be like? Would he be more demanding than his subjects?

‘My father said I couldn’t do anything big, but I didn’t think about doing anything big. I just wanted to save my life.’

Morey carefully put the thick parchment contract into his arms.

…

Roman was also very happy.

This meant that the town of Seg had a stable source of population every month.

All the troubles and worries he had accumulated over the past few days were swept away.

But the price of this ship of slaves still had to be given an accurate figure.

He asked Seth to take Jimmy to negotiate the price with Morey.

This was a rather tedious process.

Because the slaves brought by Morey were of high quality, they recovered very quickly in just half a day and could be directly put into work, greatly improving the construction efficiency.

Roman, however, expanded on the basis of the new residential area - from 500 brick houses to 800, almost doubling, and he was thinking about the benefits of once and for all.

The residential area that could originally accommodate 3,000 people has grown to 5,000 people, which is convenient for accommodating future new population.

As long as Morey fulfills the agreement, there will be plenty of labor in the future.

…

The residents of Seaburg were quite depressed after becoming slaves. They originally thought that they would live a relatively bleak and failed life in the future.

But soon, they were surprised to find that this was not the case.

Although they had to live in those resettlement houses temporarily, after communicating with the residents here and former slaves, they learned that this huge complex of buildings was built for them.

If they had known earlier, most of the houses in the city of Seaburg were only wooden and stone structures, not solid brick houses.

Brick houses in Seaburg mean that even if there is a strong wind, there will be no creaking sound, and there will be no risk of the roof being blown off.

But only noble lords can afford to live in such stone buildings, which will not collapse after hundreds of years.

After receiving a clear answer, these new slaves, with a different mood, devoted themselves to the busy construction process.

Just like all the laborers here, they eat the same meals every day, work at dawn, rest for four or five hours at noon, and pick up tools to continue working in the afternoon when it is not so hot.

Although this kind of life is monotonous, the progress of construction is visible to the naked eye.

It was a rainy day on the third day when Morey came to Sige Town, and light rain fell from the dark sky.

Because the temperature dropped, they did not even rest, but gathered spontaneously and went to the construction site to work in the light rain.

And on that day, because there was no torture from the high temperature, within one day, those increasingly skilled masons built the red walls of fifty buildings.

Brick movers moved bricks, mud mixes mud, and various ox carts and horse carts came and went to transport building materials.

Morey finally calculated the value of all the slaves in Sige Town and was fortunate to see this miracle.

He was dumbfounded.

He did not expect that the work efficiency of these farmers and slaves would be so high.

Morey thought.

If the farmers under the nobles were also so efficient, would their castles still need a construction period of several years or even decades?

The supervisors used whips to whip their bodies, leaving them with skin and blood, but why couldn't the construction efficiency be improved?

He became more confident in the town of Seg.

Morey was sure that if someone wanted to destroy those buildings; if someone took away the brick houses they had worked so hard to build; if someone took everything away from Roman Liejia.

Then everyone in Sige Town will take up arms to resist!

Unless a large number of knights come, the conscripted army will not be the opponent of this group of angry farmers.

He waited for the light rain to pass, and then prepared to set off.

It was also on this day that a fleet floated from the direction of Silver Dragon Canyon, with a flag flying on the ship, and a thorny iron tree embroidered on the flag.

Because the dock was crowded with Morey's merchant ships.

It took the fleet a long time to adjust its position.

"You really should renovate the dock. It is the face of your master, and you have made him lose face."

The disembarker complained to Seth.

His facial features are somewhat similar to Morey, but younger.

Hos Perea had come to Sige Town twice before.

He and the lord here did salt and iron trade.

But he still couldn't adapt to the dock of Sige Town, and it was shaky when he stepped on it.

The wood in the river was rotten beyond recognition.

He was afraid that the cracked wood would break in the next second, causing him to fall into the water and lose his dignity.

Seth asked: "What is the dock of Tieshu Territory like?"

"Of course it is very wide. There are more than ten docks in the port of Tieshu Territory. They are lined up in a row, and the ships coming and going never stop." When Hoss talked about the grand occasion of Tieshu Territory, he couldn't help but straighten his chest.

Little Jimmy next to Seth muttered: "There must be a lot of people walking around in front of the face of the master of Tieshu Territory every day."

Hoss's expression froze.