Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 57 Visitors
In the afternoon at the manor, sunlight shines through the stained-glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the bed.

The copper candlestick on the carved bedside table still had traces of wax tears from the previous night, interweaving with the faint scent of lavender in the air to create a lazy atmosphere.

Ron slept until he woke up naturally, got up, changed his clothes, and started a self-disciplined day.

The current situation in Cassel has stabilized. For the next period of time, he no longer needs to go to the front line to command. Lawrence knows what to do.

He only needs to patrol every once in a while, and the rest of the time he can stay in the city to learn the fifth-level skills from Wim.

Time is money, so don't waste it.

Walking out of the room, Ron subconsciously glanced at the door.

Although Beatrice doesn't speak and communication is difficult, she is very obedient.

Last time I told her not to guard the door anymore, and she hasn't been guarding the door since then.

I changed my job to guard the restaurant.

She seemed to know that Ron would only go to two places when he returned to the manor: his bedroom and the dining room.

Ron went downstairs to the dining room, where several desserts and two plates of food covered with dinner covers were already prepared on the table.

Beatrice's delicate hands were pressed against the dinner cover, magic flowing from the gaps between her fingertips.

When she saw Ron walk into the restaurant, she withdrew her hands from the table cover, took a step back, and pulled out the main chair.

After Ron sat down at the main seat, she stepped forward and lifted the lid of the meal.

Ron looked.

One plate of roast venison and one plate of roast chicken.

Two plates of golden-crusted barbecue were still emitting warm steam.

Ron picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of venison and put it into his mouth. The fresh fragrance instantly exploded between his teeth.

The perfectly roasted venison is crispy on the outside, but still juicy on the inside, and the aroma of spices wrapped in the meat rushes straight into your nose.

He looked up at Beatrice, who was standing beside him with her eyes lowered. The scent of jasmine in her hair mixed with the aroma of roasted meat, creating a strange harmony.

"You did it?" he asked.

The barbecue tasted different this time.

"Yeah." Beatrice responded in a calm voice.

"What did you do before?" Ron asked curiously.

The massage and cooking skills are so excellent.

"I have a grandmother who has disabled hands and feet," Beatrice replied.

Is this the result of taking care of the elderly?

"Why don't you go back and see grandma?"

"She was killed by the Bruwiman Empire."

"That's it..."

Ron didn't ask any further questions.

If I ask any more, I'm afraid I'll get into trouble.

Let’s eat first.

……

After a slightly late lunch, Ron went to the backyard.

Since he had guests visiting today and there was not much time left, he did not go to Wim to learn, but went to the backyard to practice alone.

After learning the fourth-level skill [Thunder Flash], Wim kept his promise and taught him the fifth-level skill - Reverse Breath Instant Slash.

This is an instant kill technique that requires magic power to assist in reversing the Qi, using a sudden burst of Qi power to achieve a fatal blow.

Wim has already taught him the techniques of the Reverse Breath Instant Slash and how to use energy. Now he just needs to practice by following his instructions, and there shouldn't be any problem.

Ron stood in the middle of the courtyard, his palm against the dark pattern on the hilt, recalling Wim's teachings in his mind.

First, draw the magic power from the Qi Hai to the Tan Zhong point, then force it back to the Shaoyin Heart Meridian...

"Uh-huh!"

Ron rushed out more than ten meters in an instant, and the blade drew a dark blue trajectory in the air, but it suddenly collapsed at the moment when it was about to form a vacuum cut. The stinging pain of the backlash of energy rushed up along the arm bone to the shoulder blade.

Ron groaned and took two steps back, spider-web-like purple bruises appearing on his left arm.

Tsk, it's true that you can't do without a teacher's guidance. Wim only taught him the solution process and the answer, but the most important problem-solving strategies couldn't be taught through demonstration alone.

After trying a few more times, Ron lay down on the lawn and gave up the idea of ​​individual practice.

The afternoon sun shone through the branches of the maple tree, casting tiny spots of light on Ron's sweaty forehead.

He stared quietly at the cumulus clouds moving across the sky.

A rustling sound behind me suddenly broke the silence.

A fresh scent of jasmine wafted in the wind.

Someone is approaching.

The footsteps stopped at the side.

Ron turned his head slightly to look.

It was Beatrice who had finished washing the dishes.

Seeing Ron coming, she stroked the loose hem of her maid's uniform and slowly knelt on the ground.

Then she slapped Ron on her thigh.

Ron: "..."

"Your Majesty Ron, Lady Celestia of the Glorious Church is here to visit." At this time, a maid came to the backyard to report.

"Oh, I see."

Ron stood up, brushed off the weeds on his body, and walked towards the reception room.

……

Reception room.

Celestia, wearing a robe embroidered with the silver emblem of the Glorious Church, sat alone on the sofa on the left. The delicate lace hanging from the gilded cuffs made her snow-white fingertips look even more slender.

At this time, there were four other people in the reception room besides her, and they were sitting on the sofa opposite.

The young man in the middle was wearing a dark-patterned brocade robe, with the family emblem embroidered with gold thread faintly visible at the collar. He exuded an innate aura of nobility.

On his left and right sides, two gray-haired old men in black double-breasted gowns gently stroked their jade rings with their wrinkled hands.

Behind the three stood a middle-aged man wearing golden armor, with a sharp gaze like an eagle.

At this time, the door of the reception room was opened.

Ron walked in, smiling.

"I'm very sorry, Lady Celestia. I've been working day and night lately and I'm exhausted. I was a little slow this morning. Please be tolerant." He sat down next to Celestia.

Listening to Ron's pretentious words, Celia didn't say anything. She just watched Ron sit down beside her quietly, with a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

She had heard from Lawrence everything Ron had done during the few days she had been away from Cassel.

In order to fulfill the promise I made, I worked tirelessly and almost collapsed from exhaustion.

Even though he was deceived repeatedly by the people of Kassel, he had no complaints at all.

To be honest, it really made her look at it with new eyes.

Compared with the Ron she met when she was still a saint, the current Ron is like a completely different person.

Has he really reformed?
Having been fooled many times, Celia did not dare to jump to conclusions.

However, one thing is certain from the contact between Gray Mist Territory and Cassel.

Although this guy has bad morals and a bad personality, he is very friendly to civilians.

Ignoring Celtia's scrutiny, Ron looked at the people opposite him and asked, "Who are these people..."

"Hello, Your Majesty Ron, my name is Vasily Iverson, thank you very much for your hospitality." The noble young man spoke confidently.

"Vassily Iverson."

Ron repeated the name, a meaningful smile on his face.

This was an unexpected surprise.

"Yes." The young man Ron seemed to recognize his identity, and a hint of pride appeared in his expression.

"Where did you come from, you uneducated brat? Why don't you stand up and salute me when you see me?"

(End of this chapter)