Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor

Linda glanced at Lusen.

She naturally understood the deep meaning behind his words but didn’t respond, merely shifted her gaze elsewhere in silence.

The feeling of habitual reliance and necessity for use is different.

At this moment, Guard Serge walked over briskly and announced, "Lord agrees to meet with you, you may go in now."

Serge made a gesture of invitation,

"Please follow me."

After saying that, Serge led the two into the main building of the estate.

Compared to the previous formal and serious receptions of those envoys, Luo De was much more relaxed at this time.

Standing by the table, holding a cup in one hand, looking at the map of the Northern Province.

There were no markings on it, yet the places plundered by the army were all in Luo De’s mind.

The entire Northern Province has a population of around two hundred and thirty thousand, very few compared to other provinces.

After conquering those lower lords of the Cold Blade Clan, and with the plundered population, the number reached about seventy thousand.

The Northern Province is vast, coupled with the crop lord’s entry effect, Luo De does not need to worry about sustaining so many people.

On the contrary, Luo De feels these people are still far from enough—not even meeting the basic conditions of the [Path to Kingship] entry.

He must continue to plunder, sustaining war with war.

"Lord, Mr. Lusen and Miss Linda are here."

The guard respectfully reported and then quietly exited the room, closing the door on his way out.

Lusen and Linda bowed simultaneously, looking respectful,

"Good day, esteemed Lord Duke."

"Regardless of which Emperor’s enfeoffment, I have yet to accept it."

Luo De turned around and spoke with a smile, "It’s a pleasure to meet again, my friends."

Surprise flickered in Lusen’s eyes.

He clearly didn’t expect Luo De to still address him and Linda with such a close term as "friends."

After all, their positions were completely different now.

Linda’s reaction was much more casual.

Linda was indeed more casual; she walked to the table and picked up an apple for herself,

"I suppose I can eat this, Lord Duke?"

"Of course."

Luo De nodded with a smile.

Linda stopped being polite and bit into the apple.

While chewing, she directed her gaze at the spread-out map of the Northern Province on the table.

"Even if those two self-proclaimed Emperors don’t enfeoff you as Grand Duke, they can’t stop your progress."

Linda stated frankly,

"Marquis Cold Blade can’t stop you, Earl Storm can’t stop you, and even less so Earl Frost Song."

"Those lands will inevitably become your domain."

Linda wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand,

"Even without any enfeoffment, you would be the uncrowned king of the Northern Territory."

In the Western Alliance, a Duke generally equates to the king of a duchy, so Linda’s use of the term king wasn’t incorrect.

Linda spoke very straightforwardly, but it was undeniable.

Lusen nodded in agreement, "You possess a dragon and many unfathomable extraordinary powers; none of the other nobles are a match for you."

Luo De listened to these words, his expression remaining calm, smiling without refutation.

"Alright, before, you two wouldn’t spout so much nonsense to me."

Changing the momentum, Luo De asked, "So, what do you two want, coming all this way in Deep Winter?"

"We..."

Lusen was about to speak when Linda cut in,

"Want to ask whom you support; the Dawn Society does not want to be your enemy."

Linda placed the remaining apple core on the table and wiped her mouth, "The sage thinks you decide the fate of the Empire."

Lusen sighed long after these words, shook his head, and sat aside without wanting to speak further.

Because Linda had laid out all the attitudes and stakes, completely treating Luo De as not an outsider.

Luo De did not answer, thoughtfully sitting beside Lusen.

Luo De hadn’t expected the Dawn Society to place such importance on his opinions.

In fact, Luo De himself was unwilling to have conflicts with the Dawn Society.

Luo De might disdain the entire Broken Rock Empire, but he would never underestimate the spellcasters of the Dawn Society.

As long as there’s opposition, regardless of victory or defeat, it would be a loss.

Civilians who died could be replenished from plundering next door.

Sacrificed soldiers could be trained in three months.

But if spellcasters died, even those with suitable talent couldn’t be nurtured in a year and half.

However, Luo De couldn’t, like Linda, spill all the thoughts from his heart.

After a long silence, Luo De sighed slightly.

"Actually, what I think is completely different from what you propose."

Luo De said seriously, "Ultimately, who is our enemy, who is the Empire’s enemy."

Lusen and Linda immediately raised their heads, their gazes focused on Luo De.

Luo De continued,

"You’ve come to ask me which Emperor I support."

His eyes narrowed slightly, "This question itself is wrong."

"The Empire’s true enemy is not a certain internal faction, but those undead of the Western Alliance."

Luo De turned around, his gaze sweeping past Linda and Lusen’s faces,

"You know better than anyone how Agna died."

Only those who avenged the late Agna have the right to ascend the throne.

This is the rightful banner for the heir.

However, Luo De did not say this last sentence.

"Yes, you’re right."

Lusen said deeply, "There are traces of those church folks’ involvement in this."

"The church’s influence remains on the Eastern continent; the Dawn Society and I shouldn’t be considering other issues."

Luo De emphasized seriously, "More importantly, the Western Alliance covets the Empire; instead of contending for the throne, it’s better to expand the territory."