Early winter had arrived.
It was no longer possible to farm the land.
Roman felt it was alright.
Farming was the foundation of development, but it was not all there was to development.
This meant that farmers could take up other occupations.
The only downside was that commercial trade had begun to shrink again.
Because Roman had made a name for himself this year, there were still some merchants willing to trade with him during the winter.
At this time, the cloth merchant Albert came.
"You have really opened my eyes," Albert said, looking at the Thorny Iron Ring fluttering above the dock.
"Oh?"
"I heard that a mysterious 'River Valley King' defeated the Riptide Family's Shattered Archers on Buck High Land, just to rescue a merchant."
"I am the River Valley King."
Roman sat in his chair, leaning back, legs crossed, fingers interlinked and resting on his stomach, his expression indifferent.
