Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 12: Me again?
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After Byron and his companions received their mission, they came out of the mercenary hall and Ron took them to the entrance of the town.

At this time, there were many carriages parked at the entrance of the town, some were preparing to depart, some were returning from going out, and all of them were people dressed in luxurious clothes.

They gathered at the entrance of the town, whispering to each other.

When they saw Ron appear at the town gate, their hearts skipped a beat and they hurriedly dispersed, leaving behind their carriages.

"Aren't you angry?" Byron asked curiously, looking at Ron's calm profile.

Looking at the scene at the city gate, anyone who is not blind or deaf can understand the intention of this group of people to escape.

This is the case here, and it's probably the same in other towns as well.

"I'm angry," said Ron.

"can not tell."

“Emotions don’t have to be on the surface.”

"Okay, so how are you going to govern?"

"This is not your concern. You just need to complete the tasks I assign to you and fulfill your duties as a mercenary." Ron said in a flat voice.

He selected the strongest horse, along with the prepared list and half of the formation plate, and handed them to Byron.

"What is this?" Byron looked at the items on the list, which were mostly clothes, food, and medicinal herbs for treating injuries.

"This is what I need your help buying in the towns near Gray Mist Territory. The more the better." Ron said.

"What are you buying these for?" Byron asked in confusion.

"As for the blacksmiths and carpenters, hire all of them and make sure they're satisfied with the wages. If you encounter refugees on the road or people struggling to survive in the slums, bring them all back," Ron continued.

"I can understand blacksmiths and carpenters, but what are the refugees and poor people going to do with them?" Byron couldn't figure it out.

Ron didn't explain, but continued, "With this array disc, you can leave the Grey Mist Territory. I'll only give you a day and a half. I want to see these things in Cold Wind City before tomorrow evening. Can you do it?"

In fact, he felt that a day and a half was too long.

If he handles it himself, he will be able to return to the Gray Mist Territory tomorrow morning.

However, he had only mastered the power of Nirvana for a short time, and the degree of compatibility was low. Without the support of the gray mist erupting from the ruins, he would not be able to use the second stage ability of "Nirvana", which is decay - causing a person's vitality to decay rapidly.

In other words, once he left the Gray Mist Territory, he could only become immune to magic.

Magic immunity is useless. If he encounters a ten-man team from the Emerald Kingdom, he can be defeated with just a few swords.

"no problem."

Byron agreed quickly as usual. He said, "It will cost a lot of money to buy these things. You have to give me the money first."

"These should be enough."

Ron took out a palm-sized cloth bag from his arms and placed it in Byron's outstretched hand.

Byron took the cloth bag and opened it to check.

Inside are two high-level magic crystals.

"No problem." Byron put the bag away.

What Ron wanted to buy was not an expensive luxury item; two high-level magic crystals were more than enough to cover the expenses.

"Just wait for our good news."

After Byron finished speaking, he asked the four girls behind him to get on the carriage.

"Wait a moment."

Ron called out to Byron and pointed to someone behind him: "She stays here. I have other things for her to do."

Reggie glanced around to make sure Ron wasn't looking at anyone else.

it's me again?
She felt like crying.

She didn't know how she had offended this adult, so that he would target her whenever he had any bad intentions.

"No," Byron said firmly, "I can't leave her alone..."

"I'm fine, Lord Byron," Reggie interrupted Byron and shook his head and said, "You guys go, His Majesty Ron won't hurt me."

She knew in her heart that Ron was worried about them and was afraid that they would run away with the money, so he wanted to leave one person behind as a hostage.

She trusted her companions and was willing to stay as a hostage.

"Well... alright." Since Reggie had said so, Byron had no choice but to compromise.

As the carriage drove out of the city gate, Reggie walked up to Ron and asked respectfully, "Your Majesty Ron, what can I do for you?"

"Take me to where slaves are sold in this town."

Ron got into another carriage.

"Yes."

Regis drives the carriage on his own.

More than ten minutes later, they arrived at the door of the largest slave trader in the town.

Seeing that it was the young king who announced the restoration of the country in the lord's palace this morning, the slave trader hurried forward to greet him.

"Your Majesty Ron, I am honored to have you here. Is there anything I can do for you?" The slave trader warmly entertained Ron.

Merchants put their own interests first. As long as there is profit, he doesn't care who the lord of Gray Mist Territory is.

Reggie: "His Majesty Ron wants to buy slaves."

"Very happy to help you."

The slave trader bowed and saluted, then said to the people around him, "Go and bring out the best slaves for His Majesty Ron to review."

Just as they were about to go about it, Ron spoke up.

"Bring out all the slaves."

The slave trader was stunned for a moment, then realized that a big business was coming, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

The slave trader entered the dungeon with a smile on his face and took care of it himself.

It wasn't long before all the slaves were brought out.

The slave traders divided them into three groups.

The first cluster has the largest number and the worst quality.

They were thin, wearing tattered clothes, with dull expressions and lifeless pupils as they looked at the people in front of them.

The second group of slaves looked much healthier. The men were strong and the women were good-looking, but their mental state was not much better than that of the first group of slaves.

The last third cluster of slaves only had five members, all of whom were non-human women. There was still fear in their eyes, and they were used to satisfy the fetishes of the BT nobles.

Without exception, these slaves wore magic-suppressing collars around their necks.

"Your Majesty Ron, is there anything you like?"

After Ron took a rough look at all the slaves, the slave trader immediately stepped forward and asked.

He rubbed his fat hands together and waited confidently for Ron's reply.

This batch of slaves included beauties from several races. It was impossible for a young, hot-blooded young bird like this to resist the temptation.

"I want it all."

Ron said calmly.

The slave trader was stunned for a moment, then his smiling face suddenly panicked: "Your Majesty Ron, do you want all these slaves?"

"Yes."

The slave trader was not happy to receive Ron's affirmation.

It sounds like you don't want to give money.

How could I be happy?
"Calculate the total amount of money you need and go to the Lord's Mansion to ask Afulai for it," Ron said.

"This..." The slave trader was a little embarrassed.

Or you just give the money directly?
I'll ask Afulai for it, but if she doesn't want to give it to me, who should I ask?
He can't afford to offend either side.

"Why don't you arrange a vehicle to send these slaves to Fengfeng City? Do you want to disobey His Majesty Ron?" Reggie asked.

"Don't dare."

The slave traders hurried to get ready.

He had heard that this ruthless man had slaughtered hundreds of guards in the lord's mansion that morning with extremely cruel methods.

He didn't have the strength to fight against hundreds of guards, so he could only accept the loss.

(End of this chapter)