Chapter 318: Chapter 24: You Just Burst In (Alliance Leader Added)
The situation hadn’t stabilized yet, and neither supplies nor personnel had been transported over, so Roman could only handle so simple official duties in the castle.
Then, he discovered a significant issue.
That was, his Origin Farm had expanded!
Originally, it encompassed only that basin, but since Kant Territory beca Fertile City, it also beca a part of the Origin Farm.
Roman was extrely delighted.
This ant that as long as he could annex more lands, he would be able to use the farm map to locate more resources.
At the sa ti, the Recruitnt Pool had also expanded.
The residents of Origin City and Fertile City were all in this pool.
After discovering this, he returned to his room in the castle and checked it over and over for a long ti.
“Good, good, good!”
Expansion! Farming! Mining! Mass recruitnt!
These matters were more important than anything else.
Now, the number of Angel Envoys was also sowhat insufficient.
Roman prepared to conduct the eighth recruitnt, recruiting a thousand Angel Envoys this ti!
With the increase in manpower, Roman’s resources also increased.
Thus, the number of recruitnts increased each ti.
Of course, recruitnt was just recruitnt; enhancing attributes was always the main resource consur.
Those Angel Envoys without potential weren’t worth enhancing.
Roman calculated the number of his current Angel Envoys.
Currently, there were three main categories: production, managent, and military.
Production and managent were fewer, while the military was more substantial.
But several hundred Angel Envoys spread across a few thousand troops was limitedly more.
Yet after Roman transferred the Angel Envoys, the number in each profession beca even fewer.
For example, he currently had a special force consisting of forty Snipers, fifty Vanguards, fifty Heavy Equipnt, and seventy Guards, with the least number of specialists being fewer than thirty, and only a few Witches serving as Mages.
These were just the special forces Angel Envoys, not all of them.
Like the Archers, special Snipers were listed separately as a Sniper group, who could also serve as a Squadron Leader commanding Archers during normal tis; it was just a perfect fit with military roles and professions.
Roman’s military foundation was still ford by the Infantry.
Even more Angel Envoys who had transferred were also serving as positions like squad leaders and squadron leaders in the Infantry, not counted as re professions.
The so-called military expansion needed to improve both quality and quantity.
Both hands must be grasped!
Only then was it considered complete!
Roman was exhilarated, thinking that if he had sufficient resources, he could sweep across the entire land with his unbeatable Extraordinary Army.
Against this wretched land, he would robustly strengthen and deeply infuse!
Whenever he imagined the future, Roman felt a strong excitent, and his body couldn’t help but react.
At this mont, he heard movents at the door, very faint footsteps.
Roman opened his eyes and instantly sat up with a bow, “Shasta, what are you doing here?”
“Your Highness, I saw you fell asleep on the bed, and this isn’t the manor; it’s cold outside…” the Nightmare Witch said from the doorway, her and Margaret’s rooms were next to Roman’s.
The rooms in the castle were both cold and damp; Margaret had cleaned Roman’s room, and the bedding was brought from the manor, he was to live here long-term, and supplies for daily life would also be prepared in advance.
She ca in with no other intent but to cover him with a blanket.
Roman was silent for a mont and then said, “Co in, sit beside , and close the door.”
“Yes,” Shasta closed the door and ca straight over, with no furniture in the room yet, she had to sit at the edge of the bed.
“Do you have sothing you want to tell ?” Roman said, looking at Shasta’s delicate face. The witch seed hesitant to speak, “Is it about Margaret?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Speak.”
“She says that to everyone, but Margaret won’t harm you, I swear,” the witch said.
“So oaths weigh a ton, while others are worthless. Which kind is yours?” Roman asked softly, “I can tell, whenever it involves witches, you beco very nervous.”
Shasta said, “I grew up in the Witch Forest. My teacher taught to protect all my sisters; she said we can no longer afford aningless sacrifices…”
“Keep talking, I’m listening.”
“You haven’t made us make aningless sacrifices… So, if any witch dares to harm you, I won’t let her off.”
Roman saw Shasta making a statent, revealing her determination and that of the other witches.
This was a sort of confrontation.
That’s why Roman liked these mindless witches; he didn’t need to be on guard against them. They wouldn’t keep everything to themselves, they expressed their feelings freely and vividly, seeking revenge where there was resentnt.
“Also, you didn’t bla Margaret, and I appreciate that,” she finally said.
“You apologize for your companion’s mistake, and I don’t like that, you shoulder responsibilities that aren’t yours,” Roman said, but he found himself understanding Shasta’s teacher nonetheless.
Better to entrust a group of unreliable witches to a slightly more reliable one.
Indeed, Shasta had proved herself worthy. Whether her interactions with Roman were accidental or not, she could endure humiliation for the sake of her sisters, a feat stronger than most, for witches live on the edge of survival.
To Transcendents, the first thought when encountering intolerable oppression is to explode!
“I’m not okay, you won’t be either,” is a common witch ntality—the doctrine of mutual destruction.
There was no helping it; they lived in such environnts.
“I don’t care about the others, but Margaret is special,” Shasta said, “I also implore you not to provoke her, surviving barely feels real to her.”
Roman nodded slightly upon hearing that, uncertain whether Margaret really had a psychological condition.
But to most, life is bitter enough, painful enough, and unless one finds a faith to adhere to, living truly becos tasteless.
He improved those people’s conditions to prevent their ntal decline, freeing them from unrelenting servitude.
“Okay, I believe you, she’s special, Shasta, I won’t provoke Margaret anymore, but what can you guarantee?” Roman asked.
Shasta blinked, looking sowhat baffled at Roman.
“You can just command as you see fit.”
Roman extended his hand and pressed it on Shasta’s chest; she was attacked and instinctively let out a soft cry.
Roman gently kneaded, “Shasta, today isn’t a good ti to co, my desires are running high, and you just barged in.”
“I… I didn’t know.” Her body tensed, trying to escape the uncomfortable situation.
Roman held her arm, preventing her from leaving, and his kneading intensified.
She wore a black dress, the fabric thick.
Roman slipped his hand under her clothes, skin against skin, the sensual stimulation intensified.
“Your Highness… may I leave?” Her voice trembled a bit.
“You may leave, but what can you do for Margaret?” Roman seized her weakness.
Everyone has a soft spot, witches too.
But they are resilient.
Enduring the strange sensation, her pale, delicate face flushed as she breathed lightly and said, “You can ask to do anything.”
“Don’t bla for being despicable, Shasta, you know… perhaps you don’t know, Nillie has been away for a long ti, I have been controlling myself all this ti, but I recently noticed you’re very pretty, almost as pretty as Nillie, Margaret too, alas, I didn’t want to think that way, but you barged in…”
“I understand, I understand now, don’t say anymore, tell what to do.” Her voice sounded weak, unusual for her character, with the only reason being that the current events left her profoundly shaken, her mind blank.
“Take off your top, let see how beautiful you are, my dear Shasta, use your mouth to solve the problem.”
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