91: Chapter 25: The rchant and the Pirate 91: Chapter 25: The rchant and the Pirate The only thing that dissatisfied Roman was that Galin still hadn’t co down from the mountain.
He had thought about living a hermit’s life, let him live it then; in the past, there had been people on the mountain to accompany him.
Now, that was impossible.
Now, he was the only one left.
Humans are social creatures; those who live in solitude are either gods or beasts.
Looking at Galin, Roman could tell he was a human with social needs.
He didn’t believe that old man could stay up there much longer.
First, he made the two n clean themselves up, put on clean clothes, cut their ssy hair, and shave off their scruffy beards.
When their appearances were completely transford, Roman handed them two steel swords forged by Lax.
There were no enchantnts, but they were forged with great care!
Dick’s sword was a classic Knight’s Sword, with a crossguard, a straight blade, and a certain width.
Jet’s sword was different; it was a Thin Sword with a slender and highly flexible blade, extrely sharp.
The difference between the two swords made Jet’s heart skip a beat.
But he couldn’t discern anything more from Roman’s red eyes and calm face, so he had to accept the Thin Sword, which suited him best.
His original sword was no longer usable, tattered and, more importantly, it wasn’t his sword.
It was one he had stolen from Cangyue Kingdom to disguise his identity.
But in the eyes of this new Lord, all his disguises and masks seed futile.
Jet felt a sense of fear and respect arise within him for no reason.
He felt that this young Lord possessed a certain remarkable power.
The two Transcendents, having received their new equipnt, knelt on one knee and kissed the back of Roman’s hand, quickly completing the succinct and brief loyalty ceremony.
Kao, standing by, watched them enviously; he wasn’t yet qualified, the trainees didn’t have the foundational conditions to beco Conquest Knights.
But he knew Roman had high hopes for him, having Aaron and Green train him every day.
His training was different from that of the Guards.
He was trained in actual combat skills, while the Guards were trained in military posture and manners, and Roman placed great emphasis on discipline, making everyone act as a unit.
After 100 soldiers scattered, they had to regroup in the shortest possible ti, maintaining their basic combat capabilities no matter the circumstances, with four to five people able to reform formation and counterattack.
Such demands were extrely hard to et and required long training periods.
The Guards initially spent half a day’s training just to execute a collective right turn and could forget it by the next day, embedding these reflexes into their bones was an imnsely difficult task, only achievable through pain and sweat.
Roman was not in a hurry; his demands for the army weren’t high at the mont.
He appointed Jet as the Chief Instructor of the Guards and Dick as the Deputy Instructor and part-ti Knight Teacher.
Not just the Guards, but even Aaron and Green were within the training scope.
For now, however, cultivation took precedence.
…
Today marked Roman’s 145th day in Sige Town.
Sumr cultivation was a race against ti; Roman also led a cultivation team responsible for a thousand acres of land.
But perhaps the pressure he put on the farrs was too much, as they managed to complete the deep plowing and sowing a day ahead of schedule.
While Roman was pleased, he also gave them a day off.
He also found ti to work with Jet to formulate a basic training plan for the future army.
Jet’s Talent was “Standardization,” and his Skill was “Military Training.”
He might not know how to farm, but he thoroughly understood how to train an army.
Regarding the formations and physical training Roman spoke of, Jet grasped and understood their purpose in just a few days.
These training thods were extrely advanced—for their current era.
Because Roman didn’t want a conscript army, but a standing, professional army.
As long as the army takes shape, for most nobles, it amounts to a diminishing attack.
Roman wanted an army that could be quickly ford while possessing both imnse discipline and formidable combat strength.
Formation March, troop assembly, hundred-ter sprint, long-distance cross-country…
One training program after another took shape during their discussions.
It was on this day.
A canoe drifted into the docks of Sige Town, bearing Daken who had not been seen for two months.
He looked much more haggard, his face gaunt, dark circles under his eyes, appearing as if he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in days.
Roman t Daken at Origin Manor.
“Two months out of sight, and here I was waiting for you to bring slaves,” he said, his expression calm, his back straight, his arm resting on the armrest.
Realizing that the slave trader had not shown up for a long ti, Roman had anticipated it.
Most likely sothing had gone wrong.
He had not hung himself from a tree.
In fact, last month he had tasked Morry to stop purchasing livestock and to bring him a large number of slaves the next ti he ca to Sige Town.
During this ti, the small rchant ships passing through Sige Town had brought him a few dozen slaves intermittently.
Just not as efficiently as Daken had.
The geographical advantage of Sige Town was poor.
If all the rchant routes across the land were to be seen as a vast trade network, then Sige Town was rely on the edge of this network.
Comrce here was underdeveloped.
It didn’t even have a na for the basin—only the Riptide Grand Duke had the right, but he did not na it, and even the map of the Black Iron Kingdom did not feature Sige Town.
It was truly a naless place.
If not for the tributary of the Bro River rushing through the Silver Dragon Canyon, there wouldn’t even be caravans coming to Sige Town—it would be completely isolated from the world, the mountains sufficient to block all passage.
Every place needs developnt.
Among these, population is of utmost importance.
Daken’s face was pale and ashen, seeming to have taken a severe blow, devoid of the vigor he once had.
“Lord Roman, I had originally prepared seven hundred slaves for you, but sothing went wrong along the way…”
He had traded over ten thousand kilograms of salt from Sige Town into glistening Gold Coins.
Due to the unstable tis, he got more coins than he had expected, amassing over seventy Gold Coins.
He spared no effort in exchanging these gold coins for slaves and rented five cargo ships at Bay Port.
He spent a long ti, finally purchasing seven hundred slaves.
He was overjoyed, dreaming of transporting these slaves to Sige Town.
Imagining doubling those gold coins, elevating his worth to over a hundred Gold Coins!
Unexpectedly, an accident occurred.
To save ti, he risked passing through Jiehai.
Just crossing that inland sea ant he could save at least ten days of travel.
This was a huge temptation for comrcial transport.
As the slave ships grandly made their way through Jiehai.
Then, they encountered an attack by the North Ice Pirates.
The seemingly strong and brave guards he had hired surrendered without putting up a proper fight.
Because the North Ice Pirates were even more robust and fierce than them.
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