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

Faced with the casualties of soldiers, Roman felt a strong sense of sadness at first, but now he could only sigh.

He sent people to transport the remains of the soldiers back and buried them in the cemetery of the Origin City, and then sent more troops to those fortresses.

War not only brings losses, but also gains.

Ordinary supplies are not mentioned for the time being.

There are two to three thousand prisoners alone.

These prisoners used to be ordinary people, but now they are summoned to serve as consumables and cheap labor.

Most of them are pale and thin, with rotten teeth. They are inferior products among slaves and cannot be sold at a good price.

Roman happened to have so many prisoners - unless it is a siege, the victorious side will not be able to capture many prisoners.

He marched north at that time, starting from the front line and sweeping along the way with a dignified posture.

On the other side, Ed gathered a small number of remnants and captured the mercenary camp in the rear. A large number of farmers and servants did not have time to escape and became prisoners.

Roman had a complete way to deal with this group of laborers - plundering slaves was his only way to absorb population.

But not all of these captives were manual laborers.

There were also merchants accompanying the army, knights' servants, noble maids, and coachmen who fed horses...

...

A few days after the war ended.

The sky was gloomy and drizzling.

Fortunately, the rain was sparse and did not affect the work.

The place where the captives stayed was very bad, dirty, messy and poor. Because of the rain, mud was everywhere, emitting a strong stench like fermentation - this was a place for temporary accommodation of slaves in the past.

Roman rode here wearing a rain cape. Behind him were Shasta, Margaret and others.

Roman didn't want to step into this pigsty-like environment at all. If it wasn't necessary, he really didn't want to come here to work.

A hundred militiamen and a squadron of soldiers were guarding here to prevent unrest.

When the squadron leader saw Roman's team, he stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, those merchants accompanying the army have been clamoring to see you."

Roman glanced. "Merchants with the army?"

"Yes!" The captain brought Roman to them.

The group lived in the best cage, with about ten people inside, haggard faces, dirty clothes, trying to maintain inconspicuous decency.

When they saw Roman - red eyes, brown hair, noble demeanor, riding a white horse, undoubtedly the son of the cracked armor - they were immediately overjoyed and shouted:

"Your Highness Roman, we are not your enemies."

"We are doing business with you. Your warriors are too rude to imprison us here."

"I am from the Free City. Please return our property."

The first time he saw them, Roman knew who they were.

This land has always been like this. Once a war breaks out, someone will come to find them - they do all kinds of business, including slave trade. They are good at handling spoils and are inseparable from war.

However, if you stand by the river often, you will get your shoes wet. Ed treated them all equally, regardless of their origins, and sent them all as prisoners, never thinking whether this would cause trouble for Roman.

As it turned out, Roman didn't think it was a trouble - he had no interest in them either.

But the captain didn't know how to deal with them.

The captain's name was Dave, who looked thin, with brown hair and brown eyes. He had three fingers on his left hand cut off in the Tianma Plain, and his combat power was greatly reduced, but he still had the ability to fight.

Dave said: "Your Highness, the merchants don't help either side, they are neutral, they claim to be able to do many things for us for free..."

"Will there be free things?" Roman asked. Dave thought for a while and said: "Maybe this is their money to buy their lives."

Roman frowned, his expression tired: "I don't want their money."

They also helped other armies for free, just the price difference and profit.

The merchants who followed the army were first shocked, then panicked, shaking like sieves, and knew the meaning of this sentence very well.

They had suffered a heavy loss this time. They had been doing business for half their lives and never thought they would end up like this. They had hoped that Roman would have a noble demeanor and be free, but now they had gotten this result.

"No, no, no, Your Highness Roman, you can't do this to us..."

"We are here to do business, what are you going to do?"

They were so scared. They had heard the conversations of the militia in the past few days. The Valley King Roman beheaded all the prisoners of war, and they were ordinary slaves, so they escaped.

But being in a dangerous place, they were worried every day, fearing that this cruel lord would take off their heads.

Now there is no need to worry.

The hanging heart finally seemed to be relieved!

Merchants pursue wealth, but life is unpredictable. Even if you are rich, you will capsize when you encounter wind and waves.

When a scholar meets a soldier, he can't explain his reason!

It's time to cut off the tail and survive!

"I swear in the name of the Hall family that if you let me live, I will give you all my accumulated wealth. And I promise that I will not let you down." Lant Hall spoke loudly, trying to change Roman's mind.

Roman turned his head and looked over when he heard this.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I came to entertain the knight. I have many treasures, but my treasures and I have fallen into your hands." The merchant replied.

He pointed to another cage not far away, a slave cage made of fences and roofs. In order to save building materials, there was not even a wall panel to protect against wind and rain. Many women were lying or sitting on the wet floor.

After many days of imprisonment, the women were in tatters and exhausted.

"Who are they?"

"Your Highness, they are camp prostitutes." The answerer was Dave, who knew the identities of everyone here very well, he said. "That is, prostitutes."

Roman turned his eyes to Lant: "Are the treasures you are talking about them?"

"They are all cash cows, the female slaves I bought, but there are only a dozen of them over there that belong to me. If you let me go back, I will bring you all the treasures I put elsewhere." The merchant said politely, he knew how to negotiate with the nobles.

Roman's face was calm, he looked at the merchant who was nervous for a while, and then turned his head to look at the numb camp prostitutes.

He waved to the soldier next to him, and the soldier saw Roman's wave, understood, and handed over the spear in his hand.

Roman first held the spear in his hand and weighed it twice, and the merchant named Lant understood instantly! His eyes widened, his expression of fear was beyond words, and he turned around and fled into the crowd without saying a word - but his movements were definitely not as fast as the spear in Roman's hand!

Roman was wearing a cloak and sitting on the horse. His arm muscles were strong! He exerted force with one hand! Throwing the spear!

Whoosh!

Accurate direction!

Rapid speed!

Rant only looked back for a moment in panic...

'Puff' The steel spear head penetrated his chest obliquely, and then protruded from the back, bursting out a large amount of blood mist in an instant, leaving him no room for resistance, and then the huge force drove the merchant's body and nailed him to the ground!

Silence!

Complete silence!

Everyone in the cage turned pale, their lips trembled, and even startled the slaves in the cage next door.

Flowing!

Blood gushed!

Blood flowed out of his body, and Lant lost all resistance. A large amount of blood flowed out of his mouth and from both corners of his mouth. He still murmured: "My... treasures... are all yours..."

"Kill you, and all the treasures will be mine!" Roman looked down at him with cold lips and teeth. "Kill them all! No one will be spared!"