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

"Master Roman, do I have one too?"

Gweil lay on the table, looking at Roman, who was focused and sweating.

He arranged the type molds, brushed them with ink, and put them into the press.

A piece of paper with words printed on it, exuding the scent of ink, appeared.

He admired it for a long time, nodded and replied: "Yes, everyone should have one. I have high expectations for you. You must at least master most words and read and write without any problems."

"How many words have you mastered now? How many can you count?" Roman glanced at the Witch of Doom.

She looked more and more lovely, with innocent brown eyes like a doe, and her rough hair became smooth and soft. She tied her hair into a complicated bun, which was probably wrapped around the hair that Nellie helped her take care of.

Sana also had one. He saw that the fisherwoman had a similar hairstyle. The girl's love of beauty will grow rapidly when it meets the right breeding ground, and she will pay more and more attention to dressing up - especially when the two girls get together.

Nellie and Gweil are Roman's attendants.

But the former was very busy. Roman asked her to teach the children. Facing hundreds of children every day, anyone would be overwhelmed. It was better to be off the ground, so that she would not wander around in front of him.

In comparison, Gweiler's task was not heavy. She just needed to pass the assessment of enlightenment education quickly.

"Count to 50..." The Witch of Doom was a little unconfident.

Roman thought she was very smart and would be excellent as long as she studied hard, so he asked her to recite the numbers.

Gweiler got stuck when she counted to 25.

The numbers after 25 may have existed in her mind, but they slipped away without much nostalgia.

With a weak foundation, it is natural to end up like this.

Roman sighed, and Gweiler immediately became nervous.

She didn't want to see Roman disappointed because of her.

"Are you going to keep going like this?" Roman looked at Gweiler quietly, who lowered her head and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

So he turned to a maid and said.

"Go call Sana over."

The fisherwoman came to Roman very quickly. She was very nervous, not knowing what had happened. She looked at Gweiler next to Roman, hoping that the latter could give her a hint, but the little witch was only concerned with her own sorrow, which made Sana even more uneasy.

"How long have you been studying in the manor?" Roman asked her.

Sanna's brain was working as never before, and she said carefully: "Five months, sir."

"Five months of study, right?"

"Yes."

"How many can you count?"

"50."

Roman nodded: "Also 50, then count them out."

Sanna counted out the numbers neatly.

Different living environments will have different effects.

For example, Yaki lives on the plateau, and Sana lives by the sea.

They have been able to count things since they were young, and their sensitivity to numbers is not comparable to those of the closed mountain people in Sige Town. They have the ability to count even without reference objects.

Sanna only counted to 50 and stopped, and glanced at Roman quietly, seeing that his expression was calm.

"Go on." Roman motioned to her.

Sana had no choice but to continue counting. Under Gweil's incredulous, betrayed gaze, the numbers soon exceeded 100.

Counting itself is not difficult as long as you master the technique instead of memorizing it by rote.

"Sanna, you are a smart child, but Gweiler is not. She is very blind. The comfortable life makes her lose her sense of crisis and competitiveness. This should not happen. Gweiler, if one day I am not by your side, will you still hide in the mountains?"

Gweiler shook her head uncomfortably. She came to Roman, grabbed the corner of his clothes with her little hands, and looked up and said: "I will follow you, no matter where you go... You said that I am your valet."

"Valentine is just an identity, and the identity is illusory. You can't expect an identity to bring you all the comfort and ease. My Gweiler, life in the mountains is not easy, and this is true for everyone. You can escape, but it is painful. You can't retreat. The more you retreat, the more you lose. No one can be your eternal support. You should pick up your own weapon!"

He spoke very gently and patiently.

Gweiler could not fully understand these words.

Roman did not blame her. A person's growth is destined to be long. There is a saying that you learn until you are old and live until you are old.

"If you don't keep up with Sanna's progress, I will ground you. I will only give you one month... Go."

Roman watched Gweiler follow Sanna with a dejected look. The moment he stepped out of the hall, the two girls whispered.

He heard Gweiler accusing Sanna, did you make progress secretly at night?

And the latter was innocent. If you don't make progress, you won't let me make progress. Kao forced me to make progress every day. I can't make progress if I don't...

The arguments gradually faded away.

Roman shook his head.

I'm afraid these two girls will become very stubborn in the future.

Gweiler didn't study hard, but she was not a fool.

Sanna's behavior hurt her, but could she blame Sanna? He only thought Sanna was a promising talent, and Kao taught his sister well.

He found Seth and asked him to revise the printed papers with straw ropes and distribute them to the children and the army.

The children gradually got used to coming to the manor every day.

Although they said they were here to study, they actually only had two or three classes a day, which lasted about two hours. The rest of the time they were spent working - the wells in Origin Manor were dug by them.

Roman spent 5 days to get the lead printing done, although it is not possible to print in large quantities at this stage.

But their education level must be raised first.

The learning content of the two is also different.

Children need to learn daily language, and the army needs to learn combat orders.

There was no way to deal with the low learning efficiency before, but now it must be accelerated!

From two hours a day to six to eight hours.

Roman attached great importance to these and said to Seth: "Find the construction team to build a school next to the manor, and I will be the principal-I will also teach them when I am free."

...

The unbearable high temperature period finally passed, and the temperature gradually dropped.

Roman gathered everyone in a hurry.

They rested for nearly ten days, and he had long been fed up with them.

He first recruited a group of young and strong laborers to become soldiers.

Roman lowered the recruitment threshold and directly expanded 100 people this time, increasing the total number of troops to about 250.

Some people became soldiers, and some were eliminated.

The atmosphere in the military camp is very special. New recruits will follow the pace of veterans for physical training.

The atmosphere that is incompatible with the outside world will remind them all the time that the survival rules here are different from those in the outside world.

Roman doesn't care whether the recruits have weak wills or flaws in their personalities.

As long as they are healthy and have the potential to become warriors, they can become soldiers.

The military camp designed by him and Jet is a melting pot, just like smelting iron, melting impurities and flowing out, leaving only sponge iron, and then tempering their wills with a thousand hammering methods.

Finally, qualified soldiers are forged, even if they face the charge of the knights.

And those unqualified defectives will be eliminated during the training and cannot go to the battlefield at all.