Western Fantasy Lord: Plenty Starts from Black Forest Town

When Vert Lane traveled to the Western fantasy world, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was that he was stabbed in the abdomen. The second thing: He became the second son of Earl Lane, and was "rewarded" by the empire to the southernmost Black Forest Territory as a pioneering baron. The third thing: There is one more thing in his mind. Abundant authority·Confirmation of successor [Current fertility points: 9] [Faith: 0.00%] [Land: 0.00%] [Life: 0.00%] Faith, land, and life provide authority. But where is the Black Forest Territory? There are swampy barbarians on three sides and political undercurrents on the other. There are less than 700 people in the town, and the granary is so empty that rats can run away. The Viscount of Nantes wanted him dead, the tribes in the swamp wanted him to go away, and there were people in the imperial court waiting to see the joke. It doesn't matter. The townspeople don't believe him? Kill the local snakes and reduce the tax to one in ten. The barbarians disobeyed him? Beat them until they kneel down, and then give them a way to survive. The viscount wants to mess with him? He will make it known throughout the South that he is Wit Lane. Wastelands become fertile fields, mortals become transcendent, and enemies become pawns. From the wasted second son who was assassinated, to the rich lord who controls the southern border of the empire. He walks this road by himself.