The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

In her view, besides being weak, this human being was also afraid of everything.

Extremely cautious.

Of course, she didn't mind being asked to hide herself.

Because Fria was also afraid that something bad might happen because of her.

Then you and your partner will be in trouble.

In Fria's view, if she and her companions were chosen by a powerful human lord, the man in front of her would definitely hand them over to save their lives.

That shameless human, I must ravage him tonight.

However, Philia was wrong this time; Ron wouldn't abandon them for anything.

Even the strongest enemy wouldn't be able to force him to hand over Phyliya; at worst, we could just let her awaken her bloodline for the third time.

Having awakened her bloodline three times, Fria can cover her entire body with thick dragon scales, becoming a dragon without any weaknesses.

Even professionals who haven't reached Rank 3 can't break through her dragon scales.

Even if Fria stood still and let thousands of little knights gang up on her, it wouldn't have any effect.

"If I were as strong as you, I wouldn't need to go through all this trouble."

Ron was telling the truth. If he had a heaven-defying mechanism like Fria, he could die three times and become a force to be reckoned with across the continent. Why would he need to go through all this trouble and develop slowly?

Just declare yourself king and dominate; become the King of the North first.

"He's somewhat self-aware."

After leaving those words behind, Feliya headed back the way she came, intending to go to a mountain forest to begin her cultivation.

Shameless humans have grown stronger again these past few days.

We can't afford to be complacent, or he'll catch up.

In order to trample that man under her feet every day, Fria can only become stronger through training.

A convoy, carrying countless goods, sped toward the valley.

The rolling wheels rolled on the road, kicking up clouds of dust.

However, the people inside the car couldn't feel anything because they were all covered by the curtains.

The two merchants inside the carriage felt a little nervous as they watched the valley approach.

Because the pressure Ron put on them last time was too great.

They hoped nothing unexpected would happen on this trip.

"Bandel, look! What's that?!"

Antoine, who was looking towards the valley after lifting the curtain, was so shocked by what he saw that he was speechless.

I remember when I came here seven or eight days ago, there was a wide valley in front of me, but now it is surrounded by a city wall that is more than ten meters high.

"what?"

Hearing the look of fear on the other person's face, Bandel thought something must have happened.

He even wondered if it was because the previously very powerful Lord Ron had failed to defend the valley territory and it had been conquered by another lord.

This kind of thing has happened before, and of course, if it really happened, they wouldn't mind.

For businessmen, it doesn't matter who they do business with, as long as they can make a profit.

But upon seeing the wide, tall city wall, his pupils widened in shock, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“Antoine, I swear, if I wasn’t certain that this was the Valley Territory, I would have thought we were lost. Only a week has passed, and a wall over fifteen meters high has appeared here.”

Bandel felt this was a miracle. Although he didn't know how thick the wall was, the fact that it could be built to a height of fifteen meters was already quite impressive.

In other words, this man, who was extremely powerful in business and invincible on the battlefield, also possessed miraculous creativity in building his territory.

Both of them were somewhat relieved that they hadn't said anything unpleasant or refused to do business last time.

If that were the case, they felt they should really go and join that unfortunate lord from before.

“Mr. Ron is indeed no ordinary lord. The ingenuity of this city wall alone is beyond our imagination. How did he manage to do it?”

"Hopefully, the goods we brought will satisfy him."

In fact, merchants can also tamper with the goods they transport, since they can often provide slightly inferior quality items.

But this time, they didn't do that. Instead, they followed the normal standards, and some of their products were even slightly better quality than what you could buy on the market.

Soon the carriage arrived at the foot of the city wall. Standing at such close range and looking up, the city wall appeared even more majestic and magnificent.

Just looking at it inspires a sense of awe.

They believed that this city wall alone could hold off the enemy for a long time.

Unless he provokes a particularly powerful enemy, that man will surely be officially enfeoffed and granted a title the following year, becoming a true lord.

It would be a lie to say I'm not envious. In this world, whether you're a commoner or a wealthy businessman, everyone wants to own a large territory and their own army.

Only in this way can one be considered truly safe in such a chaotic world.

Otherwise, in the event of war, ordinary people would become cannon fodder, and merchants would be the targets of plunder.

The central gate of the city wall slowly opened.

The door is six meters high and four meters wide. Both doors were made of stone by O'Vell, and each door weighs 20 tons.

There are three doors in total. In the event of war or other needs, all three doors can be opened simultaneously.

It's not that Ron doesn't want to build a gate directly, it's that the conditions aren't right now.

If you were to manufacture an enormous door, it would weigh at least 80 or 90 tons. Opening and closing it would be incredibly difficult, and even with wheel chocks, it would still be a struggle for a rider to pull it.

Therefore, three doors are more suitable, and smaller doors are also more durable.

After the door was opened, a man riding a fine horse walked towards them.

"Lord Ron, it's been a long time. We have brought all the goods you requested."

Bandel and Antoine immediately bowed and spoke humbly.

“Very well, hand the goods over to my subordinates for inspection. The journey is long, Mr. Bandel, Mr. Antoine, please come with me back to the castle and have a cup of tea.”

In addition to formal banquets, nobles would also enjoy tea and snacks when gathering in small groups of three to five.

Of course, most of the time, it's just a little wine.

"Then thank you very much for your hospitality, Lord Ron."

The two smiled and nodded, then followed behind.

"Lord Ron, this city wall is truly magnificent. With this wall, even if the enemy has thousands of troops, they will definitely turn around and leave immediately upon seeing it."

Upon arriving at the castle, Antoine gazed at the man before him with adoration:

"Furthermore, I've discovered that Valley Territory seems to have changed. I've known all along that Wilson Gray is not fit to be a lord; he's absolutely no match for even one of Lord Ron's fingers."

While there may be some boasting in what he's saying now, his admiration and worship are genuine.

He couldn't imagine how the man in front of him had managed to organize the territory so well in such a short time.

He suspected that the other party's strength was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface, and that there might be thousands of craftsmen hidden within their territory.

Only in this way is it possible to accomplish such a feat within a week.

He was unaware of the thickness of the city walls and did not have a clear understanding of the plans for the Valley Territory.

If he knew the city wall was three meters thick, he would think it was an impossible task.

After all, even the walls of Winterfell are only two or three meters thick.

That was once built by the King of the North, who commissioned thousands of craftsmen and spent two years creating it.

It's easy to imagine how outrageous O'Ville's abilities are; one person could be equivalent to thousands of craftsmen.

This is why Ron always rewards her with a meal after she finishes her work.

How can we not cherish such a hardworking and capable subordinate?

During this afternoon tea, Bandel and Antoine showered each other with praise and compliments.

They stayed for about an hour, and only left after Fiona confirmed that the supplies were safe.

After the merchants left, Ron stretched and prepared to start making potions...

Chapter 143 The potion is complete! I'll help my witch Lilith with the process!

Inside the castle in the Valley Territory, after the merchants left, Ron returned to his room, gathered all the supplies, and began making potions.

There are plenty of materials, enough to make fifty or sixty potions.

Furthermore, two sets of the highest-grade materials were prepared, one for personal use and the other to be kept for personal use next month.

There was no way to fight against that evil dragon, Phyllia, who was too arrogant. The only way was to take a magic potion every month and advance to the Holy Light rank as soon as possible.

It won't be that I'm brutally abused every day.

Making potions takes quite a while, after all, there are more than fifty potions in total.