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

The extraordinary power of the human world is a projection from the netherworld, which reflects everything on earth in a dark and profound way - this is the theory advocated by Margaret.

But it was not Margaret who proposed the theory, but an ancient saying.

When a weak mortal dies, his soul will set foot on the path of the dead and go to the afterlife.

And the powerful knights of war, court witches... these extraordinary people can move in the netherworld during their lifetime, but those behaviors are usually unconscious, and they only repeat everything in the real world, like an illusion in a mirror.

Margaret believes that those steel phantoms are essentially the souls of the extraordinary people reflected in the netherworld.

All things with extraordinary power on earth have a place in the netherworld.

If everything will die one day, then the extraordinary people have found their place in the netherworld before they die.

The energy in the body of the extraordinary people, the magic steel weapons in their hands, the mountain copper armor on their bodies... and so on, all the extraordinary power comes from the netherworld.

This absurd theory does not have many supporters.

If the theory is true, then the extraordinary is not a life on earth, but a creature of the netherworld, and the phantom of the netherworld is the essence of the extraordinary.

This kind of evil way will naturally not be recognized.

Theories that are not recognized by the public will be rejected, and so is Margaret.

Other witches never have in-depth discussions with her. She is regarded as an alien and a madman among witches.

Roman thinks that the point worth pondering about this theory is: if the real world cannot interfere with the netherworld, and the only extraordinary power that can interfere with the netherworld belongs to the netherworld itself.

Then what is the real world to the netherworld?

How do the gods of the netherworld view the earth?

Roman has scientific thinking, and the most important thing about science is enlightenment.

He never denies objective facts, nor does he deny that the gods really exist.

But he knows. A society with low productivity cannot give birth to heaven on earth.

If the gods can create heaven on earth, then the gods' productivity is above all else, just like the two magic cannons of the Felicia sisters are the labor of hundreds of workers for a day.

But the facts have proved that the believers of the gods are still living in dire straits, starving and cold, and there is no food from heaven.

Even if most people survive this severe winter, they will face an unprecedented famine next year.

That is the period of shortage of food, and those lower-class people will even eat the seeds of the next year because of hunger.

And the believers of the gods and the dragons are still fighting desperately to spread their faith.

Roman knew those things, but there was no other way.

The City of Plenty is still confronting Makol's hundreds of thousands of troops, and the former has been winning.

This kind of victory is just a burden for Roman, consuming his resources for no reason, and cannot bring him any substantial benefits.

Makol knew this very well. He always hoped to use his strong black iron family background to drag the City of Plenty to collapse, so that Roman would have no time to care about other things and run around.

And Roman was also dragging it out, dragging it out until Makor could no longer afford the cost of stationing troops here.

This confrontation was destined to be long.

In the past six months, both sides have been concentrating on the confrontation.

Roman always had a sure win.

When Wang Jian of Qin led his army to destroy Chu, Wang Jian had an army of 600,000, but chose to defend himself and stationed at the gate of Chu for more than a year, using Qin's abundant national strength to exhaust Chu.

Wars are all about logistics.

Hundreds of thousands of unemployed people, Qin has been raising them for more than a year, just to squat at your doorstep, anyone who sees this will not be scalped.

But it's not that Roman looks down on Makor. As far as the current situation is concerned, unless the Holy See turns its guns around and abandons the northern front, Black Iron will not be able to afford him.

Let alone a year, Makor is a good commander for being able to survive this winter.

…

"This winter..." Roman put Nellie's letter on the table and muttered to himself.

In an agricultural society, people depend on the weather for their livelihood.

Winter is the season when agriculture stops.

The lower-class farmers have to do their best to prepare heating fuel and daily necessities. In winter, they can only stay at home and try every means to reduce energy consumption.

Under Roman's rule, it is a different picture.

Everyone is working hard on various construction projects.

The recovery of agricultural labor means that Roman can put them into other projects.

Because they can't eat without working, they can only eat up all the money they owe to the lord. How can they not work hard?

Farmers need free food, and lords need free labor.

What is a match made in heaven? This is a match made in heaven!

…

Roman secretly calculated the construction plan for winter.

Build two more schools. According to the development speed of the City of Plenty, it will be used sooner or later. There are more and more newborns now.

The same goes for hospitals. The more clinics, the better. Allicin has a strong antibacterial effect. The auxiliary witches who know herbs and Garin can treat minor illnesses and minor disasters.

What about the breeding farm? Should we build another one? But silage is a problem. The breeding scale of Fengrao City has reached its limit. If there is a shortage of meat in the future, we can just pull it from the meadow pasture.

Build a brewery. Among all the commodities now, only beer sells the best. Sometimes it is even in short supply. We might as well build a brewery here in Fengrao City.

There is also the development of the army. The Silver Moon Knights have already reached the size of a squadron. Is there any way to improve the combat effectiveness of the army? Let them crush the Knights of the Gods...

"Roman!" Just as Roman was thinking, a lively voice suddenly came to his ear.

Roman turned his head and saw Sana running towards him enthusiastically.

Sana's wheat-colored skin had a healthy vitality, and her expression was full of joy.

"Hehe, I'm here to see you. I hope I didn't disturb you." She smiled brightly and stood in front of the desk.

Roman waved his hand and waited for her to come over. He reached out to brush away the snow on Sana's head and tidied her messy hair.

She came here on horseback, and she was exhausted all the way.

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"Are you taking a break today?" he asked.

"Boss Monica said they won't attack today, so I'll take a day off." Sana replied.

She was also on the front battlefield, only a dozen kilometers away from Roman's rear, so she would come every time it was her turn to rest.

She has talent, which is useless on the front battlefield, but extremely useful in guerrilla warfare. She is the best scout and sentinel, and therefore has made outstanding contributions.

"Then they will not attack later." Roman said.

Winter is not suitable for fighting.

Makor cannot beat him in the field, nor in the decisive battle, so he can only rely on the harassment tactics of small troops, but this is a pointless move and has been frustrated many times.

Sana can establish a five-kilometer-wide cordon by herself, and the march of any troops cannot be hidden from her perception.

Sana sat on Roman's lap.

She wore a light black wool sweater, with a slender waist, full of explosive power, tight skin, and tight thighs.

She stretched out her hands to hold his face, staring into his eyes, looking at his face, feeling the fatigue and coldness all over her body fade away.

Roman felt Sanna's hands were cold and rough, pressed against his face, the calluses were hard, caused by years of holding the sword, and there was also a lingering faint smell of horse manure on his body.

Roman hugged Sanna's waist, the heavy government affairs needed seasoning, so he did not reject the witches' intimate actions towards him.

But Shasta was very reserved, and Margaret was naive. They rarely took the initiative, and they were no longer in the mentality of girls.

But Sanna was different. She was only twenty years old, still young, enthusiastic and proactive. She was Roman's first five-star apostle, and he liked Sanna very much.

"Why don't you go find Gweil." Roman thought they had a very good relationship.

Gweil was still in the greenhouse, everyone was protecting her, and Roman had never touched her so far.

And Sanna had been tempered and galloped on the battlefield, and was a qualified guerrilla fighter.

"I miss you." She said with a smile.

"Really." Roman smiled gently.

Sana nodded seriously, her eyes turned, and she whispered in Roman's ear: "Has Kao become stronger again?"

She gets along with everyone, and everyone thinks highly of her, except Kao.

The brother and sister are like water and fire. Kao never recognizes Sana, and Sana also remembers Kao's punches and feet.

She vowed to defeat the strong and cold Kao and let him experience her pain.

"Yes." Roman nodded. He promoted Kao from level three to level four, and paid a lot of resources.

"I want it too..." Sana looked at Roman pitifully.

"What do you want?"

"Everything." The witch leaned down

Roman gently touched her head.

This is in the plan. Now the average training level of the apostles has been improved. Roman is not going to recruit new apostles for the time being. It's time to pull up the high-end combat power.

Not only Kao. Green, Aaron, Nathan and others have also been promoted to level four.

Dick and Jeter are both fifth-level knights.

Roman picked up a pencil and listed the construction plan on paper.

Let's build two schools first...