Chapter 1: Create Destiny?

The weather was fine, the snow had not yet melted, and the clouds in the sky were like large pieces of fish scales arranged neatly.

For Mor, the agricultural officer of Sige Town, today was not a good day.

He commanded a large number of slaves to laboriously cultivate a flat land on the hillside far away from Sige Town.

These forty or fifty slaves were all the number he could call out.

It was the beginning of spring, and even if he was an agricultural officer, he could not pull all the farmers over for temporary labor.

So only these slaves were working.

Weeding, cutting wood, and moving stones. Looking at this group of slaves who seemed busy but were actually taking a break, Mor cursed these mud-legged people who were useless. He kicked a few slaves' butts and urged them repeatedly, but the efficiency still did not improve. Mor was angry and anxious.

When he knew that the Grand Duke of Cracked Armor had given the territory of this wild land to one of his descendants as a fiefdom, and that the Cracked Armor descendant was about to arrive in Sige Town, Mor began to sweat profusely.

You know, there hasn't been a real lord in Sige Town for decades.

The Grand Duke probably looked down on this land.

No wonder...

First, this is the edge of the Black Iron Kingdom, dominated by mountains, while Sige Town is located in a basin, with congested traffic, extremely poor environment, harsh conditions, and monsters.

Second, the original Sige Town was a gathering place for fugitives and thieves.

When the young Grand Duke Liejia took over here, he only sent agricultural officials to manage it to facilitate tax collection.

As the descendant of the agricultural official, when Moore paid land rent and taxes and various agricultural products every year, he felt that the Grand Duke might have forgotten this poor place a long time ago.

Until he suddenly received the news that Roman Liejia was about to come here to govern as a lord, and the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke was suspected of being exiled.

What's worse is that he just received the news, and Roman Liejia set off right after.

When Moore learned about this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The town of Sger has been lacking in regulation for many years, relying entirely on guards to maintain order, and there is not even a knight.

Without receiving a request, More could not command this group of unruly people to build a manor or castle that they might not use in their lifetime.

In other words, this heir of the cracked armor would not even have a place to live after coming here.

Let the lord live in Sger Town temporarily?

This idea was disillusioned as soon as it came up.

As an agricultural official, More's home is the most luxurious place in Sger Town, but for the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke, it is still a rural place.

More importantly. How can the lord live with these mud legs.

If this group of unruly people who don't know the rules anger or neglect the lord, wouldn't it be a capital crime.

It doesn't matter if the unruly people die, but he doesn't want his head to fall with them, that would be too unfair.

So More quickly gathered a group of slaves and prepared to start work on the spot.

However, it was still too late.

While he was busy, he saw a convoy coming from afar.

The most eye-catching thing was that on the carriage, there was a flag fluttering in the wind, with a pattern of a strong bow embroidered on the flag.

The family emblem of the Split Armor family!

Roman Split Armor came to his territory!

More's face turned pale immediately.

Grand Duke Split Armor is one of the three grand dukes of the Black Iron Kingdom, and his status is second only to the King of Black Iron.

The first generation of Duke Split Armor followed the Conqueror Emperor to conquer a large area of territory.

He used a longbow as a weapon and shot through the indestructible red scales of the fire dragon, almost killing the dragon in one battle, thus becoming a legendary figure.

The inheritance of the Split Armor family to the present day relies on the influence of the ancestors and the Split Armor archery technique that has been passed down.

The illegitimate son of the Grand Duke Split Armor was actually enfeoffed in this barren territory that outsiders think is a barren land. The only possibility is that he was exiled.

This was the first time More met the master of his family.

He had heard how difficult it was to serve the nobles. They were really murderers without blinking an eye!

Thinking of the background that the heir of the Split Armor seemed to accept the fiefdom but was actually exiled, he might be furious at the moment and ready to kill a few people to vent his anger!

Moore rushed down the hillside all the way, and his fat body seemed to roll down the hillside, and he came to a carriage.

The carriage stopped, and before Moore could catch his breath, the curtain was opened, and a very heroic young man came out.

Brown-black hair, the ends of the hair curled naturally, thickly draped over the shoulders, red eyes with a sense of concentration, a tough face, three-dimensional facial features, no trace of the boy's immaturity, and a very peaceful expression.

"Dear Lord Roman Split Armor, welcome to the town of Sige..." Moore knew the identity of this person when he saw the pair of fiery red eyes, and said tremblingly.

When Roman Liejia jumped off the carriage, More found that this young master was quite oppressive. He was over 1.8 meters tall, and his body was quite strong. He was well-nourished and solid, and he was developed like a qualified adult warrior.

More had heard that this new master was only 16 years old, barely an adult, but he was a head taller than himself at 25 years old.

More didn't dare to look directly at him, but just lowered his head. Cold sweat dripped down his pale face, and the other hand tightly clenched the handkerchief and didn't dare to wipe the sweat.

As an agricultural official, he had a high social status in Sige Town.

But these status and honors all came from the Liejia family.

If his performance fails to be recognized by the other party, then Roman Split Armor can erase his position or life with just one sentence.

The current situation is that his insufficient preparations may have made the other party dissatisfied.

"Who are you?"

Roman looked at the fat and white guy in front of him, and inexplicably remembered the words "He's full of fat."

"Agricultural officer of Sige Town, Moore Bass..." Moore was very nervous. This was the first time he received the master of the family. He had also contacted the tax collector sent by the Cracking Family before, so he said he did not feel panic in his heart. It's impossible.

In other words, he was quite afraid of this master who descended from heaven.

"Who are you, Hollow Bass?"

"He's my father's uncle." Moore replied instantly.

"Oh." Roman nodded.

Hollo Bass is the old butler of the Cracked Armor family. He has been working hard at his job for decades.

I guess Moir's dad or grandpa didn't live up to expectations, but he had some connections, so he was sent here to work.

In Roman's opinion, Moore is also a housekeeper, taking care of the family business in Sige Town.

Although it was an exile for him, for ordinary people, this should be considered a good job.

Thinking of this, Roman raised his head and looked curiously at the hillside. The slaves were busy and had no idea of their next fate.

He was born into a good child in this life.

When the first-generation Grand Duke of Split Armor entered the country with the conquerors, he swallowed up all the suffering in the world of the Split Armor family in one go, leaving nothing for future generations.

The power of the cracked armor is still there. Roman is an illegitimate son. Although he has no inheritance rights, he is not like the second son of some low-level nobles. When he becomes an adult, he can only get the family separation fee and then be kicked out. What's more, he won't get anything. If you can't get it, you have to pawn it as an ox or a horse for your eldest son.

He has such a fiefdom, which is already an excellent starting point.

Without this identity, he may take longer to grow and develop, and may die midway, which is something he cannot accept.

Roman asked: "That's where I want to live in the future?"

Moore broke into cold sweat even more: "Dear Mr. Roman, time is short, we...this..."

You can't blame him for this. As long as you give half a year's notice, even if the castle cannot be built, you can still build a decent, decent and spacious manor.

But if you give two days' notice, the wind will only blow from the northwest.

This group of unscrupulous people cannot support the wall with their mud legs, but the prerequisite is that there must be a wall.

Roman knew that he came in a hurry, so he was not angry.

He didn't come here to be a local emperor.

Looking at the hillside covered with weeds and rocks.

The terrain is gentle and the area is vast, making it easy to cultivate.

In the distance, there are lush mountains and forests, and a wider river beach with silvery white water flowing endlessly.

Roman was very satisfied.

This is his ideal farming environment.

At the same time, a virtual panel gradually appeared in his field of vision.

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