Chapter 1: Is destiny created?
The weather was sunny, the snow had not yet melted, and the clouds in the sky were arranged neatly like large fish scales.
It was not a good day for Moore, the agricultural officer of Sigtown.
He commanded a large number of slaves to work hard to cultivate a flat piece of land on the hillside far away from Sige Town.
These forty or fifty slaves were all the number he could name.
It's the beginning of spring and the farming season is busy. Even if he is an agricultural officer, he can't bring all the farmers over for temporary labor.
So these slaves were the only ones working.
Those who weeded weeds, those who chopped wood, and those who moved rocks. Looking at this group of slaves who seemed to be busy but were actually taking a break from their busy schedule, More cursed these mud-legged people who could not hold up the wall, and kicked the butts of several slaves. , urged repeatedly, but the efficiency still did not improve, and Moore was angry and anxious.
When he learned that the Archduke of Split Armor had given the territory of this barbaric land to one of his descendants as a fief, and that the descendant of Split Armor was about to arrive in Sige Town, Moore began to sweat profusely.
You know, Sige Town has not had a real lord for decades.
The Grand Duke probably looked down upon this land.
No wonder...
First, this is the fringe area of the Black Iron Kingdom, dominated by high mountains, while Sige Town is located in a basin with traffic jams, extremely poor environment, harsh conditions, and infestations of monsters.
Secondly, the original Sige Town was a gathering place for escaped slaves and thieves.
After the young Grand Duke of Split Armor led his men to conquer this place, he only sent agricultural officers to manage it to facilitate tax collection.
As a descendant of the agricultural officer, More felt that the grand duke might have forgotten this poor place long ago when he paid land rent taxes and various agricultural products every year.
Until he suddenly received the news that Roman Split Armor was about to rule here as a lord. The illegitimate son of the Grand Duke was suspected of being exiled.
What's worse is that as soon as he received the news, Roman Armor Breaker set off on the back.
When More learned about this, his heart suddenly thumped.
Sige Town lacks control all year round and relies entirely on guards to maintain order. There is not even a knight.
Without receiving a request, Moore would not have been able to direct the unruly people to build a manor or castle that he might never use in his lifetime.
In other words, this descendant of the cracked armor didn't even have a place to live after he came over.
Let the lord live temporarily in Sige Town?
This idea was disillusioned as soon as it came up.
As an agricultural officer, More's home was the most luxurious place in Sige Town, but for the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke, it was still a rural place.
more importantly. How can the lord live with these mud-legged people?
If these unruly people who don't understand the rules offend or neglect the lord, wouldn't it be a serious crime of beheading?
It doesn't matter if Diao Min dies, but he doesn't want his head to fall with him, that would be too unfair.
So Moore quickly gathered a group of slaves and prepared to start work on site.
However, it is still too late.
While he was busy, he saw a motorcade approaching from a distance.
The most eye-catching thing is that on top of the carriage, there is a flag fluttering in the wind, with a powerful bow embroidered on the flag.
The crest of the Split Armor family!
Roman Slayer has arrived in his territory!
Moll's face suddenly turned pale.
The Grand Duke of 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 Duke of Armorbreaker followed the Conqueror Emperor to conquer a large territory.
Using a longbow as a weapon, he once shot through the indestructible red scales of a fire dragon and almost killed the dragon in a battle, thus becoming a legend.
The armor-splitting family has been passed down to this day, relying on the shadow of the ancestors and the armor-splitting archery passed down.
The illegitimate son of the Grand Duke of Split Armor could actually be ennobled in this territory that looked like a barren land to outsiders. The only possibility was that he was exiled.
This was the first time that Moore met his master.
He had heard how difficult the noble masters were to serve. They were really murderous masters!
Thinking back to the background that this heir of the cracked armor seemed to accept the enfeoffment, but was actually exiled, maybe he was burning with anger at this moment and was ready to kill a few people to vent his anger!
Moll ran all the way down the hillside, his fat body more like rolling down the hillside, and he came to a carriage with a grunt.
The carriage stopped, and before Moore could take a breath, the curtain opened and a rather heroic young man emerged from it.
He has brown-black hair with naturally curled ends and is draped thickly over his shoulders. His red eyes are very focused, his face is strong, and his facial features are three-dimensional. There is no trace of the childishness of a boy, and his expression is very peaceful.
"Honorable Master Roman Split Armor, welcome to Sig Town..." Moore trembled as he knew the identity of this person when he saw those fiery red eyes.
When Roman Split jumped out of the carriage, Moll realized that this young man was quite oppressive. He was over 1.8 meters tall, and his figure was quite strong. He was well-nourished and had a solid body. He was developed like a qualified man. Adult warrior. Moore had heard that the newly appointed master was only 16 years old, which could barely be considered an adult, but he was still a head taller than his 25-year-old self.
Moore didn't dare to look directly, but just lowered his head. His pale face was covered with cold sweat, and the sweat rolled down his face. He clutched the handkerchief tightly with his other hand and did not dare to wipe the sweat.
As an agricultural officer, he had a high social status in Sige Town.
But these statuses and honors all come from the Split Armor 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 fair 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 cracked armor family before, so he said that 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 human sufferings of the Split Armor family in one fell swoop, 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 out in cold sweat: "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 hold up a 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.
[Game loading completed]
【Establish neural link】
【Start to wake up consciousness】
[1%, 2%...99%, 100%————]
【Awakened】
【Do you want to create destiny? 】
(End of chapter)