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

After hearing the order, Dave led the soldiers to rush in, ignoring the slave traders in the cages who were desperately wailing for mercy.

Just as Roman said.

Kill them all!

This was a cold massacre!

It ended very quickly.

In less than a minute, the soldiers dragged away all the bodies that were gradually losing temperature, dragging a very wide blood trail in the dirty mud.

The drizzle was hazy, and the blood and mud were mixed, and the original colors could not be distinguished.

The sudden change suddenly woke up everyone nearby!

The numb captives woke up all of a sudden, looking at what was happening there with fear across the fence.

Although they were poor in experience, the current situation was self-evident.

My gods!

More than a dozen big men who used to chat and laugh with the knight lord were killed in an instant!

Will it be our turn next? The slaves thought with fear.

If they were in front of other noble lords, they might have a chance to survive. But this place is not good. There are many rumors about this place, and no one thinks it is a good place. According to rumors, this is a cursed place full of terrifying spells. All the lives that come to this land will die on the spot without exception.

The devil moon from Cang Yue shines on the earth, and only the white bones are shining!

Because the one who ordered their execution is the real master of this land, the demon lord passed down by the priests, and the real ruler of terror!

If it were another lord, it would be fine... They are sad, helpless, struggling, and praying in their hearts.

The gloomy sky, the wet cage, the desperate drizzle, the silent air... the gray world, the gray future.

After seeing the killing methods of the lords here, they have never missed their former noble masters so much.

Strange lords, strange soldiers, strange systems, and they are incompatible with them.

The supreme ruler stood on the horse's back and motionless, as if there was an invisible aura on his body, strongly squeezing the whole world and making everyone depressed.

‘Gods, why did you let us come here?’ Many slaves felt a strong despair from the bottom of their hearts, secretly sobbing and secretly dying.

“Your Highness, the mission is accomplished!” Dave broke the silence, he raised his fist and saluted Roman.

Roman nodded gently, his expression indifferent, as if he had just executed a group of wild dogs.

He came here to be the emperor!

Whoever said to die! Whoever must die!

Roman turned the reins, the horse moved his limbs, and came to another cage, the cage where the camp prostitutes were imprisoned.

Camp prostitutes are quite beautiful, they range from teenagers to dozens of years old, less than a hundred people, insignificant compared to the 100,000-man army, but not everyone can enjoy this service.

They are slaves, veritable sex tools.

Merchants regard them as toys to entertain the knights, but wealthy mercenaries can also enjoy them. The lower-level mercenaries are not so good. If they don't have mounts, they have to walk more than ten kilometers a day with loads, and they don't make a sound when they walk. There is no night life at all.

"You didn't touch them, did you?" Roman glanced at Dafo.

Dafo said solemnly: "Your Highness, my soldiers promise not to touch them... There were a few ignorant militiamen, but I stopped them all!"

Roman nodded slightly, glanced twice, pointed his finger at a girl, and then hooked his finger, the meaning was self-evident.

After the girl stood up, she stumbled and almost fell. After waiting to stand firm, she saw Roman still staring at her, so she walked over slowly.

She had black hair, was thin, and looked young. She was less than sixteen years old. She stood in front, as tall as the horse's back.

"Look up." Roman said. "What's your name?"

"Metzger." She looked up at Roman's face, perhaps because she misunderstood something, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and her hands trembled as she lifted the hem of her thin shirt and skirt.

She was dressed well, not in rough linen, but she was naked underneath, her thighs were bruised.

She tried her best to show off her youthful body charm as if she was introducing a product.

"Put your hands down, do you like doing this?" Roman thought it was a professional habit.

Metzger didn't answer. She was inexperienced and could only keep a stiff smile, but she looked like she was about to cry.

"Humph," Roman snorted, thinking that she was not a born bastard. He hated this industry very much, but some people can only sell their bodies to survive, and there is no right or wrong to judge.

Metzger stood in front of Roman trembling. Her legs trembled and she really cried. Even though she knew it was ugly and would ruin the lord's impression of her, she couldn't suppress her physiological instinct.

"Will you execute me?" She asked with a sob, tears streaming down her face.

Roman looked at her, then at the other camp prostitutes. Those women didn't make any sound or move, like lizards on the wall, quietly waiting for the decision of fate.

"Don't be silly, you are innocent." Roman said.

He didn't want to stay here any longer. He pulled the reins and turned around.

The back figure gradually went farther and farther until it disappeared in the hazy drizzle,

...

Roman first found a job for all the slaves.

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There is a big labor gap in Fengrao City, but people can't be stuffed in casually. The distribution of labor will involve all aspects and must be distributed reasonably.

As mentioned before, these slaves are inferior and cannot bear high-intensity labor, which makes it even more difficult to distribute them.

In terms of health, the camp prostitutes are the healthiest.

Roman sent them to work in the textile factory and the kitchen - they could sing erotic songs and learn the skills to serve men, which might take time to adapt.

But there was no profession in his territory that could survive by just stretching out two legs.

Those with hands and feet had to work!

If you are sexually repressed, find a woman to marry, if you are sexually hungry, find a man to marry, quickly form a family, and breed more calves and horses!

On the way back, Roman was thinking about his future plans.

Population is the top priority, but rash expansion will only lead to a decline in ruling power and expose flaws, not to mention that it is a war.

At this time, Shasta said: "Your Highness, are you interested in prostitutes?"

Roman looked at Shasta in surprise.

The witch had a cold expression, as if asking casually.

Roman snorted: "No, they are not worthy of me."

"Oh." Shasta nodded. She knew she shouldn't ask, but she couldn't help it. The identities of the lord and the slave were clear at a glance, but they were not ordinary slaves, but sex slaves, and he was still young and might not be able to resist the temptation, because nobles all liked mistresses, the more exciting the better...

She thought of a lot in an instant, and suddenly she cared about this matter, because she could not compare with those professionals in pleasing others. She unconsciously glanced at Margaret, but she didn't know what the latter was thinking.

The Scarlet Witch was wandering in the world, unaware and unconscious.

"Why do you ask this?"

"I think you are in a bad mood." Shasta said truthfully. Sometimes she would see Roman like this, with a gloomy face, as if he had encountered a difficult situation.

Shasta and Margaret were Roman's close servants. He didn't avoid them very much. He asked curiously: "They are very pitiful, don't you sympathize with them?"

But this question was a bit beyond the scope for Shasta.

The witch blinked and shook her head.

Roman found that Shasta was also a god-like person-she only cared about her witch sisters, and treated the rest equally.

But then again, if Shasta had a strong sense of justice and loved to fight for justice, he would not have been able to live peacefully until now - there is no one in this world who is untainted by mud.

In this unpredictable world, everyone has to compromise in order to survive. Their actions and thoughts are not quite right, and they are all mentally ill to modern people.

He is the only exception, refusing to go along with the crowd and strengthening the world with his own strength.