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

Chapter 40 Level 2 Gathering

Today marks the 16th day since Roman arrived in Sig.

The farming plan is progressing smoothly.

As per Roman's request, the composting of 100 tons had already been completed. However, since more fertilizer is always better, Roman specifically asked them to compost an extra 20 to 30 tons of fertilizer to avoid running out later.

Lax forged all the available iron into heavy plows, creating a total of 40 heavy plows.

Compared to 2,000 acres of land, it's barely enough.

Nowadays, at least five hundred laborers in Sige Town are spending their energy cleaning up debris in the soil.

Stones, tree roots, tree stumps, shrub roots, and hard clods of mud—things that could affect the harvest—were all thrown out, making the soil in the field soft and flat, and it looked just like that.

It is expected that in another two days, once the deep cultivation is fully completed, we can move on to the sowing stage.

They have no free time.

Suppose they painstakingly dig out tree roots, stumps, and stones in the middle of two thousand acres of land, then they have to put them on an oxcart and walk five hundred meters to throw those debris out of the farmland.

What level of workload is this?
Everyone is bound to be sweating profusely.

However, this step is necessary to cultivate raw land into mature land.

This is also why Roman refused to give up the land no matter what.

They have to work more than ten hours a day to achieve this progress.

Giving them two hours of rest to plant other things means they won't be able to meet the target of 2,000 mu of land.

……

[Gathering Experience +1]

[Gathering skill upgraded to level 2]

[Level 2 Gathering: 1/380]

[Milestone Unlock: Lumberjack]

Lumberjack: Gains 500 Primogems

……

After Roman chopped down the 55th tree, his [Gathering] skill level increased.

The unlocked knowledge flowed into my mind.

Roman rubbed his temples and realized that this knowledge was about geology, which would give him a clearer understanding of minerals and provide him with basic mining techniques.

Fortunately, it barely met his next need for [collection].

“Gerva, let’s go!” Roman said.

The tree-cutting has temporarily come to an end.

Because Gweil had nothing to do, Roman asked her to find a small basket and scatter pine needles and soil from the forest onto the vegetable garden. Each time she carried only about twenty or thirty pounds, and she had to run one or two hundred meters each time, but she did it with great enthusiasm.

By now, the child has covered almost half of the vegetable garden with pine needle soil.

As Roman walked, he was considering whether or not to continue drawing blood from the apostle.

Eight days of check-in, milestone rewards, and 80 Primogems left over from the last gacha pull, totaling 1380 Primogems, enough for 8 gacha pulls.

Roman hoped to extract the extraordinary individuals such as Gweil, Dick, and Jet from the pool.

The problem is that even if he were to take them out, he currently doesn't have the resources to train them.

Roman's extraordinary resources are not enough to cultivate even an apostle.

For example, Aaron's attack attribute is E+. To upgrade it to D, you need to use [50 grams of refined gold] + [100 grams of magic stone] + [500 jin of magic steel] to synthesize an [experience book].

The magic stone will not be discussed for now.

It would take nearly twenty gold coins to smelt just 50 grams of gold, and then it would be transformed into [refined gold] through demonic refinement.

In comparison, steel is relatively cheap—but that still requires finding magic stones to refine magic.

Roman knew that the task was arduous and the road ahead was long, and that this matter could not be rushed.

He returned to Origin Manor and immediately saw Green practicing his sword on the grass—his greatsword had been stuck in the downhill spot by Roman, and now he could only use his spare sword for training.

This is bad!

His spare sword weighed only two pounds, neither in weight nor in quality as his two-handed greatsword mixed with orchards, which was his lifeline. Therefore, Green had been in a very bad mood these past few days.

He had only ever seen lords give equipment to their knights, never had he ever seen a lord steal equipment from his own knights.

I've certainly learned a lot.

This person is truly unafraid that he might betray the tyrant at a crucial moment and kill him with a single sword.

Just then, the tyrannical ruler spoke to him as if nothing had happened.

"Green, do you want to go on a picnic with me?"

Green glanced at Roman.

We've been in a cold war for days, and this guy still has the nerve to talk to him.

Green felt he had never seen such a shameless person.

"Give me back my sword first."

There were many people around, so he gave Roman face and didn't say anything.

We're all on the same side now, why would we want him to keep kneeling?

no way!

Roman wouldn't admit his mistake; he would never forgive that bastard.

He actually stuck his sword in the ground because he killed a few old farmers!
Oh right, you swore an oath, you promised, you had your fun, but did you ever consider my feelings?
Today we left his weapons there. Should we melt down his entire suit of armor and forge a plowshare someday?
Roman said with a smile, "Green, my knight, you've gone astray."

Green, with a stern face, whose appearance was usually quite dashing and unrestrained, was now unusually serious. "If you're going to tell me that knights should have a spirit of dedication and sacrifice, then I'll challenge you to a knightly duel and show you my bravery and fearlessness!"

Damn it, I can't take this anymore!
For such an outrageous lord, we must strike hard!
Roman waved his hand and said, "No, no, no! I mean you're using your talent wrong. You shouldn't be wielding that heavy greatsword, nor should you be wearing heavy armor. It's a constraint on you."

Green retorted sarcastically, "You freed me from my restraints, so should I thank you?"

Roman laughed and said, "Don't you think a light sword suits you better?"

Green said expressionlessly, "Okay, thank you so much for letting me fight a heavily armored knight lightly."

The foundation of an invincible knight of conquest lies in adequate training and nutrition, as well as excellent armor and weapons.

The latter is the key factor affecting the win rate.

Green knew that his talents were not suited for head-on combat, but rather for using speed and agility to kite the enemy.

But there was nothing he could do; it was the inevitable trend. Without wielding a two-handed greatsword and wearing heavy armor, he could only bully ordinary people at best.

If compared to other superhumans of the same level, he has no chance of winning.

Unless his fighting skills are unbelievably high.

In this situation, the greatsword mixed with orchards and the armor with trace amounts of mithril on its surface were essentially equivalent to his life.

Roman's actions nearly cost him his life.

Roman patted Green on the shoulder: "Don't be like that, how could I bear to let you die? You are my dearest friend, my brother."

Green didn't comment, but he wished he could punch him a couple of times.

Roman smiled and said, "I'll forge you even better equipment, such as an adamantite short sword and mithril armor, how about that?"

Green's brow twitched.

A fine gold short sword is enough to slice through any style of steel armor, while mithril armor can withstand the full force of a knight's slash and charge.

Their value is self-evident; any one of them could bankrupt a baron with a centuries-old family business.

But Green knew that Roman never spoke without reason, and at the very least, he wouldn't fabricate such an obvious lie.

"Really?" Green tilted his head and looked at Roman, his face showing obvious doubt.

Roman scoffed, "Want it? Well, we'll see if you can satisfy me."

If Green hesitated for even a second, it would be a disrespect to the adamantite dagger and the mithril armor.

He cried out, "Lord Roman! Let me be your sword, your shield, and offer my life for you!"

Roman said with no small amount of smugness, "Hmph, then come with me on a picnic!"

(End of this chapter)