[Western Fantasy] + [Farming] + [Witch] + [Lord] + [Time Travel] + [Industrial Revolution]
He traveled through time and became the most unpopular good-for-nothing third prince. His territory only had two dilapidated cities and his accounts were all in deficit.
The first scene when Ian opened his eyes was that he ordered a witch to be burned to death.
At the stake, the girl's eyes were so calm that it sent shivers down his spine.
He pushed aside the executioner and cut the rope.
——She is not a witch, she is mine.
Everyone thought the third prince was crazy.
Until the girl opened her eyes, the magic flow of the entire world was reflected in her pupils.
Iron ore, water veins, magic element enrichment points - she could see through it at a glance.
Iron plows, blast furnaces, cement irrigation canals—he built them all.
When the crusaders of the Holy See came to the city, the eldest prince's cavalry crossed the border,
Behind Ian stood three hundred recruits holding standard spears, and eleven witches who had been saved from the stake.
He was riding a horse, pointing his sword forward:
"This is my territory. My rules."
