Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 282 - 18: People Like Sea Serpent (Extra Update, Request for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 282: Chapter 18: People Like Sea Serpent (Extra Update, Request for Monthly Tickets)

"I’ll give you a thousand troops!" Roman said to Nillie.

Three infantry battalions, a scout squad, 100 horses and pack mules of varying quality, and a logistics unit including a medical team and kitchen staff of 100 people.

Each soldier must have custom-made simple plate armor, and a complete set of various weapons and bows and arrows.

Military servants are unnecessary, as they will increase logistic consumption and Sea Castle has plenty of them. frёewebηovel.cѳm

It’s easy to talk about, but not easy to achieve.

Roman’s army has a high rate of armor, but not yet enough for everyone.

Coal Iron Town will henceforth fully supply this expeditionary force, crafting the best plate armor.

"Really?" Nillie held her breath for a moment.

She has been at school long-term, but that doesn’t mean she’s unaware of Roman’s army.

She and the Conquest Knight are both Roman’s chamberlain and know they’ve undergone earth-shattering changes.

To be blunt, since the Battle of Spring Rain, the combat power of that army has at least doubled.

Her heart surged with gratitude, "Sir, thank you for your aid to me and Sea Castle."

"This is for compensation, Nillie, it’s not free."

"I know." She nodded gently.

As things stand, what else does she have, what else does Sea Castle have?

Even if it were a devil before her, she would willingly trade everything she had.

"As long as you have the awareness."

Roman likes talking to smart people,

"Those troops will help you stabilize the situation, but at most half a year, I will have to withdraw them, by then at most I can only leave you with an infantry battalion."

"Okay." Nillie agreed immediately.

If the situation can’t be stabilized within six months, she’ll jump into the sword casting furnace with Roman.

"Sir," Nillie stared at Roman with her azure eyes, "Can I ask your army to help train Sea Castle’s soldiers?"

"Training is possible, but don’t expect them to face my army head-on."

There was no threat in this statement; it’s just his nature, sometimes unyieldingly direct without any trace of mercy.

Nillie understood, her heart full of joy. She understands the principle of teaching a man to fish.

Even if not as good as Roman’s army, it would still be ahead of the times by half a step.

People who have suffered always yearn for strength.

"Ah, then what do you want me to do?"

"There’s plenty to do, first clean up that place and then talk."

Nillie had no worries about this; she witnessed firsthand how Origin City was constructed.

When they arrived, Origin City was building its first residential point.

Now, those brick houses are everywhere, like wheat in the fields.

She trusts the governing ability and style of the young king before her, and she doesn’t believe Sea Castle’s people will end up worse than they are now.

Roman said, "Go for it, I’ll get in touch with Alex, who is now River Valley King’s vassal. Those pirates can no longer lay a finger on that land. As for those nobles, you can kill them, but I suggest you don’t, capture them and exchange them for ransom..."

Nillie listened patiently; she already had plans for these matters, but it’s always good to hear more advice.

After Roman finished speaking, she bowed and departed.

Roman sighed as he watched her back; he couldn’t control all the land now.

He couldn’t even go to Coal Iron Town, just a hundred miles away, regularly; the travel time was too long.

So every time he went, he had to stay several days there.

For this era, too large a territory is actually a negative buff.

He has to constantly oversee the population of tens of thousands in Origin City to prevent issues.

If the population were millions, how many pairs of eyes would he need to manage it all?

The only way is to let them fly.

Let his Angel Envoy fly, like releasing a bird that carries his will.

Fully exert their initiative.

If someone’s mindset declines or becomes complacent, he’ll personally pull them back, and if he can’t, he’ll execute them.

Nillie is the first bird he let fly.

...

Come night, Roman returned to the room and found the bird he let fly came back.

Nillie’s blue hair was smooth, her skin fair, her eyes deep and bright like blue gemstones under the candlelight.

She wore a simple tight-fitting long shirt inside and an elaborate gown with intricate pleats outside. The broad belt at her waist made it look slender, like a water snake figure.

She had carefully dressed up, wore light makeup, took a bath, and even sprayed some perfume, looking much more radiant than usual, like an elegant noble lady.

She sat on the bed, unsure how long she waited, then rose immediately upon Roman’s entry: "Sir, I’ve come to serve you to rest."

She undid his belt, hung his coat on the nearby rack, and began to remove his linen undershirt.

Her soft little hands inevitably brushed against his skin, causing a bit of a shiver for Roman; his heart raced, knowing what was about to happen but couldn’t articulate how he felt.

"Um... I’m a bit nervous," he said.

"Nothing to be nervous about, my Lord Roman. You are bound to go through this." Nillie said seriously.

"I’ve always seen beauty as a poison, to prevent becoming like my father."

"Then this poison tastes good, you’ll know once you try it, and soon I’ll leave, who knows when we’ll meet again? You’re different from everyone else; you’re destined to claim the highest throne. Why fear? This is just the most insignificant experience for you."

Nillie led him to the bedside, helping him sit.

Then she unbuckled her own belt. Her shapely, slender waist was outlined by the wide girdle, chest full, hips slightly raised.

She followed the noble style of dressing and it’s summer, very simple.

Winter would be troublesome, requiring maids to help undress.

But neither Nillie nor Roman wanted a third person present.

Roman was very nervous; despite experiencing a more liberal era and speaking freely, he had not personally gone through this. The last time he was this nervous was performing a caesarean.

Nillie’s face remained expressionless, disturbingly calm, but her hands shook lightly as she fumbled with the belt.

She failed several times but eventually loosened the strap, which fell to the ground.

Nillie then untied her outer skirt, followed by the tight-fitting long garment underneath.

Now she only wore a thin layer of clothing, which didn’t matter much.

Roman saw a pure white body.

He reached out to wrap his arms around her waist, indescribable feelings surged—soft, moist, smooth, fragrant—those sensations condensed into one, her skin like satin.

Both their heads came closer, leading to a gentle kiss.

Unlike last time, they weren’t in a hurry, slowly savoring each other.

Roman embraced her, feeling ensnared by a sea serpent.

There was an oceanic essence, deep and long-lasting, like swimming in the dark currents of the deep sea.

Her serpent-like figure entwined him, with currents swaying.