Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest

Chapter 392: Chapter 22: Although Few in Number, They Are Not Strong Either

“Yes, Your Highness, without you, Sea Castle would cease to exist. We are full of gratitude towards you, please give us this chance,” Nina spoke with grace and compliance, wearing a ceremonial dress brought from Sea Castle, without feeling cold even in the middle of winter.

Roman pointed out sharply, “You actually hope for me to awaken your dormant Deep Sea Bloodline, don’t you?”

Nina and her companions were all taken aback; this was indeed the main motive, but they did not want this intention to be laid bare. It sounded like an accusation, an ominous sign, making them appear to be schemers with ill intentions.

“But I agreed,” Roman changed his tone, “Is it only you?”

Her compatriots focused their gaze on Nina, who felt a growing unease. Her past had been filled with harrowing experiences, and she suspected this was a trap, with the speaker toying with them. The situation had developed too abruptly, like a mercurial storm at sea, and she was standing on the edge of a steep cliff, sensing that a fateful decision was imminent. All sorts of thoughts flooded her mind. She bit her lip tightly and trembled as she said, “…Yes.”

“Is it really just you? Nillie should have told you I don’t like repeating myself. I can awaken your lost powers, the future is in your hands, don’t miss it.”

Nina lifted her head and saw the land noble sitting casually in a chair, slightly reclined, leaning on the back and left armrest. The interplay of shadow and candlelight highlighted his angular and deeply etched features, like a statue of a great king. His eyes shone like the red sun, embedded in deep sockets, casting a bright but not blinding gaze.

She suddenly realized that all her worries and fears vanished the instant their eyes met.

She even felt ashamed of her narrow and dark thoughts.