You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 10 The Peach Lord
Roman returned to his humble estate.

He suddenly remembered something.

Roman turned to Green and Aaron and asked, "Do you want to give yourselves code names?"

Green looked curious, and Aaron was also somewhat confused.

"You want us to become titled knights?"

Only powerful knights who have achieved great feats or whose fame has spread far and wide will receive famous titles.

For example, the first Grand Duke of Cracked Armor, who lived 150 years ago, was exceptionally brave. He could draw his bow and arrow and shatter the Crimson Dragon's scale armor, thus earning him the title of "Cracked Armor".

This title later became the surname of the Cracked Armor family.

Generally speaking, only extraordinary individuals of the fifth rank or above who have made great achievements are qualified for this position.

A proud expression appeared on Green's face as he said, "Although becoming a titled knight will be a simple matter for me in the future, I have to admit that I am still a little bit away from being a titled knight right now."

Green gestured lightly with his thumb and forefinger.

Roman explained, "No, it has nothing to do with power or status; it's just an alias."

Green was initially quite pleased, thinking that Roman believed he had the potential to become a title knight.

Is this the result?

He lost interest, a subtle look in his eyes, and said, "Then can my codename be Green?"

Roman remained silent. The look of concern for the mentally challenged man coming from Green made him feel extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't show it.

Roman, his face dark, pointed at Green and said, "You can get out now."

Green scratched his head, turned around and left, unable to figure out what Roman was up to, why he had to give him a code name when he had nothing better to do.

Having learned from past mistakes, Roman didn't ask Aaron.

Green is right. Since we're familiar enough, there's no need to give us a nickname.

Therefore, Roman went to the Apostle Management section, found the two characters' character interfaces, and directly named their codenames Green and Aaron respectively.

……

Sig Town.

The bomb that Roman dropped stunned everyone.

Shortly after Roman left, the entire town of Sig was in an uproar.

Most people went to the agricultural official, More, as if grasping at a lifeline.

A farmer pleaded, "Lord Mor, are all five of our children going to work on the lord's estate? We can't manage with just two people..."

"Is the lord going to reduce us all to slavery...?"

"Why can't we plant today? Now is the perfect time to till the land. If we don't plant, what will the master eat this year?"

Such a cacophony of voices seemed to rush into Moore's ears all at once.

He felt as if he were drowning in a sea of ​​sound, like a small boat sinking into a vast ocean.

"Shut up, all of you!" Moore roared, his face flushed red.

Seeing the angry Moore, the crowd gradually quieted down.

Mohr's entire body trembled, spitting as he spoke: "Do you think I can change Lord Roman's mind? Don't even think about it! What am I? What am I in front of noble lords!"

What could he do? Feeling wronged and upset, he could only stomp his feet in anger.

“If I could change Lord Roman’s mind, I would not only make him retract his order, but I would also execute all of you damned lowly people. That way, I would never have to be with you pigs again!”

Moore pushed through the crowd and stormed off.

The crowd looked at each other in disbelief, filled with intense fear and panic at the lord's pronouncement. There was no feigned gentleness, no peaceful attitude, but direct and pure violence and force!

They could only rely on the agricultural official they had once known as their only lifeline.

According to the land rent contract, these free people were free to cultivate the land as they pleased, only needing to pay taxes.

However, their lord reclaimed all the land, and in this matter, Roman, as a nobleman, had violated the law and would be punished by the king.

But the emperor is far away, so how could the Black Iron King, who is far away in the capital, know what is happening here?
Moreover, nothing like this has ever happened on this land before.

No nobleman would forbid peasants from farming; they valued food even more than most peasants.

After all, all they needed to do was keep urging the farmers to cultivate more land and hand over more grain.

The two sides were not equal in status; nobles could break contracts, while peasants were heavily reliant on land rent contracts.

Now that things are like this, will the future lord be even harsher on them? They have heard about the miserable plight of the farmers outside, and it is said that in some places, farmers even have to eat dirt to survive.

All afternoon, the farmers of Sigge Town gathered together, discussing what the nobleman would do the next day.

They may lack great wisdom, but they certainly have plenty of clever tricks up their sleeves.

Most peasants knew that it was impossible for the lord to reduce them all to slavery.

They can cultivate a lot of land and work efficiently; it is all thanks to their hands that the lord can eat soft and fragrant white bread.

Some people believed this was a show of force, and that if they showed enough docility in the future, the lord would surely spare their lives.

……

At this time, the merchant Morey returned to the docks in Sig Town.

Morey had visited Skye Town before when he was opening up trade routes, and he realized that Skye Town had amazing trade potential. If it were developed, the results would be unimaginable.

However, since there was no lord in the past, the town of Sig was too difficult to develop.

Now that there is a lord, the son of the Grand Duke of Cracked Armor, it's hard to say what changes will occur in the future.

He was the son of a wealthy merchant and had dealt with many nobles, so he knew the various methods nobles often used to squeeze every grain of food out of the peasants.

Therefore, Morey was able to detect that Roman was using violent pressure, and the methods were simple and completely undisguised.

He was convinced that the wind direction in Sig Town had changed.

If possible, he hopes to establish long-term trade with this region, which might benefit his business.

But he did not come here to do business.

This is just a smokescreen.

Morey boarded his merchant ship.

Inside the cabin sat a figure shrouded in a black robe; judging from her posture, she was clearly a woman.

When Morey returned, Shasta looked up, revealing only her bright red lips and white chin beneath her hood.

"Did you find her?"

“No.” Morey took out a crystal-clear amethyst and said helplessly, “Is your intelligence wrong? I’ve been searching everywhere…”

Shasta coldly replied, "Useless!"

Morey took a deep breath and said helplessly, "I don't have your methods. The appearance of the new lord has made Sgar Town very chaotic. Everyone is talking about Roman Rift Armor. I can't find a second topic to talk about."

Shasta asked, "What did he do?"

Morey briefly recounted what had happened that day.

Shasta's tone was filled with strong disgust: "I know some nobles have strange hobbies, but most nobles do it secretly. This is too blatant. He doesn't even spare the peasants' children!"

Morey was taken aback: "You think he's a clergyman in the church?"

Shasta frowned and said, "Isn't it true that so many children are being sent to his estate? And both boys and girls are going. The aristocratic tastes disgust me!"

Morey stared at Shasta in disbelief. He had said so many important things; how could she have made that connection...?

Considering the other party's identity, Morey had to admit that Shasta's thinking was very reasonable.

However, he did not believe that the other party was a philandering lord. If he really had such a fetish, he would not have taken seven days to do this one thing.

Yes, not in a hurry, but decisive and efficient!

This was Morey's first impression of Roman.

As the illegitimate son of the Cracked Armor Duke, what hasn't he seen? Even if he's exiled to this desolate land, he shouldn't be focusing his attention on those children, especially since there are so many of them. Something is definitely amiss.

Are they preparing for war?

The nobles' knights were basically chosen from children with exceptional talent and trained from a young age.

But can Sig Town support so many people?
Even if you can afford to raise them, there's no need.

The abolition of past land rent contracts, in particular, and the fact that all the land was in their own hands, made Morey feel inexplicably apprehensive.

The location here is not good. The nearest town, Kangde, is more than 100 miles away, and there are even desolate wilderness in between.

Although Sige Town is not truly isolated from the world, it is surrounded by many steep mountains, and the Silver Dragon Canyon has rapid currents and hidden reefs.

Is he going to carve out a road to the outside world from the cracks in the mountains?
But the workload was too great, even requiring the tunneling through part of the mountain. Morey felt that even twenty years might not be enough to open up such a road in Sig.

(End of this chapter)