Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 114 Obtaining the Heart of the White Lion
After receiving Ron's order, a sharp light flashed in Raphael's eyes.

The soldiers from White Wind City who were surrounded in the middle looked pale.

The losers on the battlefield could still surrender and survive, but once the spies who were secret agents were exposed, all that awaited them was the noose of the gallows and the flames of the stake.

Betrayer does not deserve to be pardoned!

"kill!"

Raphael gave the order in a cold voice.

The soldiers of Baimu City rushed forward, and the sound of fighting accompanied by screams one after another rang out in the city.

Without waiting for the result, Ron carried the unconscious Reggie away from the noisy battlefield and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Leave the subsequent interrogation and cleanup work to Singer and Raphael.

Tallulah was like a follower, always keeping three steps away from Ron.

The moonlight filtered through the broken eaves, casting dancing shadows in her amber pupils, making those curious eyes appear even brighter.

Back at the City Lord's Mansion, Ron gently placed Reggie back in his room.

Under the dim candlelight, he treated the wound on her neck with clumsy movements, carefully wiping, applying medicine, and bandaging it.

After everything was ready, he quietly closed the door and left.

"Teacher, is she your daughter?"

Tallulah leaned against the carved door frame, her amber eyes filled with curiosity.

Hearing this, Ron immediately raised his hand and knocked on Tallulah's head.

"Have you ever seen a human with an orc daughter?"

"Hmm..." Tallulah covered the place where she was hit and muttered, "You are so good at changing, who knows if you are an orc..."

"Ok?"

Ron raised an eyebrow.

Seeing Ron about to knock down the opponent again, Tallulah quickly jumped back two steps.

"I mean... Teacher, your transformation skills are so amazing. Can you teach me?" she said with a flattering smile on her face.

This is something she really wants to learn.

Magic like Transfiguration is extremely rare, and Ron's Transfiguration is particularly special.

Not long ago, in the Silver City camp, she witnessed Ron transform from a thin, plain-looking uncle into a strong, resolute and handsome old man with white hair.

Not only had his face undergone a drastic change, but even his demeanor and the emanating magical energy were completely different. If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it was the same person.

If she could learn this magic, that vicious woman would never be able to catch her again.

"My transformation technique requires the support of fourth-level martial arts. Are you sure you want to learn it?" Ron said.

"Eh…"

Upon hearing this, Tallulah's face suddenly turned bitter.

How can there be such harsh learning conditions?
How many people can meet the requirement of being able to master both fourth-level magic and fourth-level martial arts?
Those who study magic usually have poor martial arts talent. Because learning magic is very expensive, those who have martial arts talent will basically choose to practice martial arts.

Those with high talent in martial arts usually do not have good talent in magic, otherwise there would not be so few high-level martial artists.

Martial arts before the fifth level do not require the support of magic power and are released purely through the power of qi and blood.

Starting from the fifth level, martial arts need to be integrated into magic circuits before they can be used. Fifth-level martial arts need to be integrated into third-level magic circuits, and sixth-level martial arts need to be integrated into fourth-level magic circuits. The difficulty is no less than learning third and fourth-level magic.

In short, there are very few people who can meet this requirement, and those who can meet the requirements are all famous geniuses and strong people.

"Forget it, I don't want to learn anymore." Tallulah said dejectedly.

She didn't doubt that Ron was deliberately making things difficult for her, because Ron really knew fourth-level martial arts, no, fifth-level martial arts.

"Teacher? I'm curious, how old are you?"

Tallulah leaned in to observe Ron's profile and said thoughtfully, "To be able to master both sixth-level magic and fifth-level martial arts, he must be at least forty years old to have achieved this level."

Ron lazily brushed his long hair aside, a dark shadow forming under his eyes. "Almost eighteen."

After saying that, he yawned deeply.

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" Tallulah rolled her eyes, the rubies on her earrings trembling slightly with her movements. "At eighteen, to be able to cultivate both magic and martial arts to this level, you should have been worshipped as a saint by the three major churches long ago."

It is actually a bit of an exaggeration to say that he is worshipped as the Son of God.

After all, the saints of the three major churches are even more perverted. Take Celia for example, she is seventeen years old and an eighth-level magician. Is she perverted or not?
Ron's level is not enough to challenge the saints of the three major churches.

But it was also outrageous enough that Tallulah instinctively lumped these perverts into the three major churches.

Without further explanation, Ron opened the door to the next room and said to Talulah, "You'll sleep here tonight." This entire floor consisted of guest rooms, and Reggie had been living here since he succeeded as the city lord.

"Oh."

Tallulah walked into the room and looked at the furnishings.

"If you have nothing else to do, go to bed early. I'll have someone take you to familiarize yourself with Baimu City tomorrow."

After settling Tallulah, Ron turned and left.

Instead of returning to his room to rest, he went to the prison and brought the imprisoned former mayor of Baimu City to the study in the office area.

"What do you want to do?"

When Chesper saw Ron lock the door, he immediately had a bad feeling.

Ron smiled.

He knew that tonight's failure would not lead to a reduction in the Duke's second son's offensive.

On the contrary, Baimu City will soon face a more ferocious attack from the Baiyin City army.

Because the Duke's second son has little time left, if he doesn't lead his troops to the appointment, he will be treated as a pawn.

But how could he lead his troops to the appointment without quelling the rebellion in his own territory?
Therefore, the other party should reveal their cards directly next.

If a level six expert can’t handle it, then use a level seven expert.

Although there are no strong people in the Thorn Territory who can use seventh-level magic, with the amplification of the White Lion Heart, the magic power released by the sixth-level wizard is comparable to seventh-level magic.

The current military force of Baimu City cannot withstand the destruction of seventh-level magic.

Even Ron had to retreat if he encountered him.

To prevent any trouble from happening, he must get the Heart of the White Lion tonight.

Without any nonsense, Ron took out the soul-transforming potion and fed it directly to Chesper.

Chesper struggled desperately, but with his blood and qi depleted and his hands bound by chains, he could not break free from Ron's control.

The soul-transforming potion flowed down the corners of his mouth, leaving blue-black burn marks on his neck.

"What did you give me to drink?"

He fell to his knees, coughing violently. He felt as if his whole body was being roasted by fire, burning unbearably hot, as if his soul was about to be burned away.

He roared in pain, but only a low whimper came out of his throat.

At this moment, the crystal chandelier suddenly shook violently, the ink-colored curtains moved without wind, and the ancient books on the bookshelf rustled.

Ten seconds later, everything returned to calm.

Chesper stopped struggling and stood up while floating. At this moment, his pupils were strangely split into vertical pupils, and he exuded a trembling aura, which was the oppressive feeling of a king.

It made Ron feel like he was being stared at by a tiger.

Fortunately, this is just a transformed remnant soul and does not have self-awareness. The only program loaded is the one that calls for elemental spirits.

As the creator of the Lion's Heart, 'it' can summon elemental spirits to its side through the mark of the White Lion's Heart.

Elemental spirits can sense the breath of their master through the mark and will come to the master on their own initiative.

Ron sat at the mahogany desk, waiting for the elemental spirits to arrive.

This wait lasted for over an hour. Just as Ron was getting sleepy, a faint white fluorescent light suddenly appeared in the dim room, followed by the second, and the third...

Gradually, more and more white fluorescent lights appeared, so dense that they looked like spots of light shining through a gurgling stream.

finally come.

Ron braced himself.

These are the elemental spirits that make up the Heart of the White Lion.

They surrounded Chesper, floating up and down.

Although he couldn't see their bodies, Ron could feel their joy.

But the time we spend together is always short.

As the effect of the soul-transforming potion wore off, the great soul disappeared from Chesber's body. Chesber fell to the ground from the air and fainted.

Having lost the connection with its owner, the dense white fluorescent light gradually condensed together, shrank into a ball, and slowly lost its light.

Finally, it turned into a piece of white jade and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)