[Western Fantasy + Lordship + Farming + Conquest + System + Multiple Races]
He opened his eyes and discovered he had transmigrated! He had become a noble named “Augustus.”
The good news: he was descended from nobility, and was the son of a duke, the highest rank in the land.
The bad news: he was an illegitimate child, his entire family had been executed, and he was the only one left! Next, he’d be exiled to the frontier to die!
At first, he thought the empress had shown mercy by exiling him. But when he arrived, he discovered the place was blanketed in corrosive gray mist, had a ridiculously long winter, and was watched hungrily by the orcs.
Faced with a disastrous start, Augustus was at a loss. Fortunately, he had a System.
Augustus: “You all look down on me, huh? Fine. Just watch me grow stronger against all odds and topple this old world!”
Build high walls, stockpile grain, wait before claiming the throne. Forge alliances far and wide, and rule the world.
Imperial nobles: “Count, you are utterly loyal, a pillar of the realm!”
Demi-Human Federation: “Lord Augustus is an unbreakable ally of the Federation!”
Orcs: “Gugu gaga, gugu gaga!”
The Empress: “How did the whole world suddenly turn against me? What’s going on? Who am I? Where am I?”
Augustus said, “Our ancestors’ wisdom really does come in handy.”
The feeling is average, but there are a lot of poison points. The saint puts his guards under your hands. As soon as she takes off her front foot and her back foot, you take out a dragon cub. There is such a big movement. This guard is perfectly invisible, and his territory is only a little bigger. It makes people feel like what is this guard doing? And dragons, you put this kind of thing in the territory blatantly, and the people in the territory are used to it? What kind of gods are there in this territory?