Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 166 - 3: Lift High High

In winter, the miners dug up many Magic Ores from the Coal Iron Mine.

But Roman used all these resources to enchant various metals to enhance the Angel Envoy panel.

This time, for the expansion of the Recruitment Pool, he intended to use up all resources in one go, and the scale even surpassed the total of the previous four recruitments.

After all, the first four only amounted to 137 recruitment attempts.

The fifth was going to be 150 draws!

And he struck it lucky with a double yolk in the opening ten consecutive draws.

Incredible!

Absolutely incredible!

This set of ten consecutive draws yielded only two Five Stars, the rest were all One Stars.

Keep recruiting!

Recruit aggressively!

...

[One Star Ed... Talent: Adaptation—adapts to the environment]

[Two Star Lade... Talent: Swift Legs—adept at running]

[Two Star Jon... Talent: Breath—balanced breathing, enhanced endurance]

[Two Star Martin... Talent: Balance—unlikely to fall easily]

[Two Star Rick... Talent: Sense of Direction—does not get lost easily]

...

[Three Star Jame (Angel Envoy codename assignable)

Attack: E, Defense: E, Speed: E+, Constitution: E, Energy: E

Talent: Mimicry—good at observing and imitating

First Skill: Voice Trickery—able to imitate a wide range of sounds, creating a vivid soundscape

Second Skill: Performance—excellent at imitating people or animals]

...

[Three Star Nicole (Angel Envoy codename assignable)

Attack: E+, Defense: E+, Speed: E, Constitution: D-, Energy: E+

Talent: Strong—well-developed limbs

First Skill: Slaughter—master at slaughter techniques

Second Skill: Bravery—strength increases during counterattacks]

...

[Three Star Ada (Angel Envoy codename assignable)

Attack: E, Defense: E, Speed: E, Constitution: E, Energy: E

Talent: Judgement—enhanced observational skills, predicts the development of situations

First Skill: Concentration—highly focused attention

Second Skill: Sensitivity—better at surviving]

...

Everyone has their own talents and abilities.

Roman is set on finding all those who can be of use.

However, compared to a population of over ten thousand, the number of Angel Envoys he had recruited seemed a bit scarce, even after expending all resources.

The fifth recruitment brought no Four Star Angel Envoys.

There were only three Three Stars.

This was much better than the previous fifty draws that yielded only one Three Star—after all, this time there were two Five Stars.

There were over thirty Two Stars who weren’t very useful, with only some advantages over ordinary people.

The majority were still One Star Angel Envoys, which might also be the baseline for ordinary humans.

There’s no way around it, that’s just how the pool is.

The larger the base number, the more it’s like panning for gold in the sand.

It was foreseeable that as the population on this land continued to grow, the difficulty of recruiting high-quality Angel Envoys for Roman would also increase.

The only way was to identify and find potential talents in advance, whether keeping them close or assigning them important tasks, and through various means, enhance their Relationship and trust to increase the probability of higher quality outcomes.

But this method was too foolish.

Roman now had two solutions.

The first was to convert Magic Stones into a large amount of resources for draws.

I’m going all-in with the excavator!

Power digging with bricks flying!

"I just don’t believe I can’t find a few gold pieces with a scoop!"

But he had saved up for a year and had only gathered around two hundred draws, and that included milestone rewards.

So, he had no choice but to spend gold—only when the mining volume increased could he hope to see his reserves of Magic Stones... still be very tight.

After all, to improve an Angel Envoy’s panel, one couldn’t do without this extraordinary resource.

The second was Gwivelle!

Using Extraordinary Power to increase the card draw probability.

Perhaps that could save a vast amount of resources.

The problem was, Gwivelle couldn’t control her power.

"Hand of Destiny" was arguably the strongest Talent amongst all the Angel Envoys.

But if Gwivelle could truly control Destiny, she wouldn’t have ended up in such a predicament.

He had to train her!

That’s what Roman thought.

He wanted both the first and the second.

Both the Magic Stones!

And Gwivelle!

A two-pronged approach!

Just don’t believe he couldn’t find a few Angel Envoys with great potential among those idiots!

...

Leaving the hall, Roman went to Kao’s residence.

As soon as he entered, he smelled a faint scent of herbs.

Kao lay in bed, gutted open with serious injuries, it would take four or five days before he could even think of moving.

The manor’s Maids were in charge of his care.

Sanna, who was originally supposed to take on the task, sat in a chair, her ankle wrapped in gauze and smeared with anti-swelling herbs.

Gwivelle was sitting beside her, talking.

One could only say they were both in hard straits.

"Master, you’ve come again." Kao struggled to get up, deeply touched that Roman, busy with a million affairs, hadn’t forgotten about him.

Roman just glanced at him indifferently.

"No, I came to see Sanna."

Kao exclaimed in astonishment, "You saved her, and I’m grateful, but this is all because she’s incompetent, please don’t take it to heart."

Her brother was indeed very cold, and the icy words he spoke saddened Sanna deeply.

She was sent back to the manor with Gwivelle the day after she got lost and sprained her ankle.

She told Kao about her ordeal, the fear and trepidation, but upon hearing her story, the look in Kao’s eyes grew terrifying.

In that moment, she believed that if he wasn’t bedridden, he would certainly erupt and beat her, battering her to the floor.

It was as if their connection wasn’t Bloodline but some deep-seated hatred.

If not for hearing it herself, she would not have believed Kao could say such insidious words to her.

He called her a weakling, expressing his loathing for her frailty and weakness, and although he had sent her to train with the master, she returned halfway, risking her life for some useless fruits, leading herself into danger while the master walked all night to save her.

It was entirely her own lack of ability— he cursed her, wishing she had died in that fire, becoming a corpse like their father and mother so that he wouldn’t have to carry her as a burden, and when he sought revenge in the future, surely he would include her share.

The malicious words were shocking, almost sending her into a breakdown, wanting to cry her eyes out, but Kao wouldn’t allow her to cry, saying she didn’t deserve to.

In the past, the more she cried, the more ferociously he would hit her until she hadn’t the strength to weep.

Roman approached; seeing Sanna’s ashen complexion and depressed mood, he found it a bit odd, "Does your foot still hurt?"

Sanna’s lips quivered, acutely aware of Kao’s venomous gaze, so she changed her story, "My lord, it doesn’t hurt at all, not in the slightest."

He didn’t like to see her weak, nor did he approve of her losing face in front of the master. She knew Kao’s taboos all too well, daring not to cross him.

In reality, it didn’t hurt anymore.

For some reason, she had grown increasingly sensitive recently; a foot injury that would normally take ten days to heal had stopped hurting after just two days, and the swelling had gone down.

But she pretended her ankle was still painful because Kao wouldn’t beat her while she was in pain.

She saw Roman approaching with a beaming smile, his scent growing closer.

She had been haunted by that scent these days, sometimes using the memory of that strong, warm aroma to fall asleep amidst her fears.

And now, the owner of that scent was right in front of her.

Sanna suddenly realized she felt a mix of nervousness and unfamiliarity.

So close now, right before her eyes, bending down, reaching out a hand—for what?

Her eyes widened as she abruptly stood. She hadn’t meant to rise from the chair, but her armpits were supported by two strong, steady palms, her perspective suddenly elevated as she seemed to soar into the air, feeling like a freely flying bird or a fish leaping from the water!

Up in the air!

She looked down to see his smiling face shining brightly, like the spring sun, warm and soothing. He asked softly.

"Do you want to become my Chamberlain?"