Transmigrated with a Demon-Refining Pot: Hehehe, Refine in an instant

The next day at noon, Ron woke up in his large, white bed, which was five by five meters long.

He patted his bottom and got out of bed.

The little pink-haired girl whimpered and went back to sleep.

She was a key player in her home game last night and was quite exhausted.

After finishing his morning exercise, Ron went to the new consul's office.

Palin is already inside handling official business.

"So, is there anything important happening in the territory lately?"

Palin quickly stood up and replied:

"That's all. Next, we just need to dry the grain and pile it into the granary. Everything else is proceeding as normal."

"In addition, Lord Lauen has already begun selecting new guards."

Ron nodded slightly. He didn't need to worry about any of this himself; he just had to wait for the final inspection.

Ron returned to his study, his mind drifting to the small garden.

The flock of war sheep has been inside for six or seven days and has now adapted to life there, receiving fodder falling from the sky every day.

The two serfs who survived by sheer luck were also assigned by Ron to serve the monsters; letting them go was out of the question.

After these days of exploration, the function of the small garden has been fully discovered.

It means that you can slowly enslave the creatures inside, making them loyal to Ron from the soul.

It cannot be called enslavement; rather, it is a kind of absolute loyalty, originating from the depths of one's soul.

This kind of transformation works fastest when it starts with the weakest creatures; the more powerful and intelligent the creature, the longer it takes.

Just like the first batch of flowers, birds, insects, and fish that Ron threw in, they now have no wariness of Ron at all.

However, don't expect to be able to command them; the little garden doesn't yet have the ability to make them smart.

The two serfs had changed somewhat; originally, they only felt awe and fear towards Ron, but now they also felt respect and admiration.

The same goes for the war rams; they are no longer hostile to Ron, but it seems to have no effect on that first-tier war ram.

It seems that the small garden's influence on higher-level creatures is not strong, or rather, it is determined by its size or Ron's strength.

However, Ron needs to conduct more experiments to verify these findings.

We need to expand the small garden a bit more before we can start the training program.

Ron murmured softly.

Ron went to Margaret's place again, but this time he wasn't there to steal her treasure.

She kept a close watch on the remaining treasures, giving Ron no chance to deceive her.

Ron came to find Margaret to go hunting.

This lazy fellow has been enjoying his newfound leisurely lifestyle of working one day on and resting three days on the go ever since he arrived in the territory.

This was something that Lord Ron couldn't stand.

He pointed at Margaret and shouted:

How can you sleep at your age...?

Margaret raised her eyelids, wondering what was wrong with the little one today.

However, she didn't take it to heart, flipped over, and continued sunbathing.

Now she doesn't pretend at all in front of Ron.

What noble dignity of a silver dragon? Nothing beats the sweetness of sleep.

Ron felt bitter looking at Margaret's shameless behavior.

Oh no! It seems like I've got nothing to lose.

This silver dragon has absolutely no ambition.

Ron had to coax and persuade Margaret to go out for a couple of flights; their goal this time was to explore the northern seas.

Margaret usually hunts around here, and Ron came along this time to see if there was anything else to discover in the area.

Perhaps we can even discover an island with a group of Warcraft.

There are quite a few small islands in this sea area, but most of them are desolate and small in size, unable to support the survival of large creatures.

Margaret flew around but didn't find anything, so she prepared to go into the sea.

Fortunately, after Ron became a dragon knight, he could borrow some of Margaret's power and survive freely underwater.

Margaret plunged into the sea, barely making a splash.

As Ron rode on her back, he felt a strange power surge up from beneath him, enveloping his entire body.

That layer of power acted like a thin membrane, isolating him from the pressure of the seawater and allowing him to breathe freely.

He himself, with the strength of a first-tier knight, could also do this, but it would require a continuous consumption of battle qi, and it wouldn't be as convenient as this.

He touched his face; it felt dry, as if there was an invisible barrier between them.

This is the Dragon Knight's gift.

Margaret swam almost as fast as she flew in the sea. Her silvery scales shimmered coldly in the water, and her body, like a giant silver snake, nimbly darted among the rocks.

Ron gripped the scales tightly and looked around.

The seabed is much more lively than the surface.

Colorful coral reefs are piled up together, and schools of small fish dart in and out of the coral gaps.

Several sea turtles were lying on the rocks when they were swept over by the current as Margaret passed by, and they frantically paddled their limbs.

In the distance, a huge black shadow moved slowly; it was a group of whales, but only the leader was a mid-level magical beast. Margaret usually didn't bother to deal with them.

But with Ron there this time, his eyes lit up when he saw such a big guy.

So what if you're weak? So what if you're just an ordinary wild beast? How can you be so picky about food?

Kill them all!

He'd refined them all; Ron was just worried about how to feed the guards in his territory.

It looks like I'll have to keep a closer eye on Margaret's work from now on.

Margaret felt a little aggrieved. To her, these creatures, though large, didn't have much energy, making them uneconomical to eat and difficult to care for.

She usually hunts first- or second-tier magical beasts; their meat is tender and bouncy, and they're high in energy, which is her favorite food.

However, Margaret did not refute Ron, and swam towards the group of whales, instantly causing huge bursts of blood to erupt from the seabed.

Ron raised his hand and put seven or eight whale corpses into the Demon Refining Pot, which then began to refine them automatically.

Next, Ron and Margaret stirred up a bloody storm in this seabed.

Ron didn't let any large sea creature go unpunished, let alone the numerous magical beasts in the sea.

Thank you, nature, for your bounty!

This wave of fighting was so fierce that it turned the sea red before Ron finally told Margaret to stop.

He didn't care about sustainable development at all. The sea was full of life; once a patch of animals was killed, it would be replenished in a few days.

Warcraft might heal a bit slower, but Ron and his friend can fly, so they can just move to another spot and continue causing trouble.

Their slaughter finally attracted the overlord of this small sea area, a peak first-tier manatee.

The manatee had come angrily with its herd, intending to drive away the intruders.

They were dumbfounded as soon as they peeked out.

Ron, with Margaret by his side, captured the manatee leader alive.

Ron took the beaten-up guy to the small garden and thoughtfully replaced the pond in the garden with seawater.

I'm going to give it a try.

If possible, Ron would also like to try placing a level 2 life form in the small garden.

If it goes well, then bringing Margaret in will be just around the corner.

If anyone dares to bare their teeth at Ron, he'll just release Margaret.

Unfortunately, I didn't run into him today.