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Just as Ron was thinking about how to take action against his neighbors.

One evening, Ron received several letters from the Duchy.

Some came from the Marquis of Cologne, while others came from families.

Ron opened the envelope and glanced at it. They all basically said the same thing.

The Grand Duke is dead.

Several heirs are vying for the right of succession, and even the Marquess of Windsor is showing signs of interest.

Grand Duke Brass was only a second-tier Grand Knight. He had attempted to break through to the third tier a few years ago but failed and ended up seriously injuring his body.

His lifespan was greatly reduced, and he indeed did not live more than a few years.

The Marquis of Windsor is currently the strongest member of the Brass family. He has been talented since childhood, but he is nearly a hundred years older than the Grand Duke, which puts him at a disadvantage.

The Marquis of Windsor was born when the Grand Duke was already the heir, and his breakthrough to the second tier was also considered genius at the time.

Later, after the Grand Duke ascended the throne, Windsor broke through to the third rank and became a titled knight, and was granted the title of marquis.

He didn't even have a chance to fight back.

The Marquess of Windsor was very unwilling; he wanted to be the Grand Duke.

Unfortunately, the brass dragon simply didn't approve of him, and he could never become a dragon knight.

Now that the Grand Duke is dead, the successors are fighting fiercely for his throne.

Why couldn't he, Windsor, sit on the throne of the Grand Duke?

The Marquess of Windsor then publicly declared himself the rightful heir.

The old duke had sent him a secret edict before his death.

The Marquis of Windsor hastily announced his succession to the Grand Duke in his territory, and then immediately led his vassal knights on a march towards the capital, Adrian.

This trip has thrown the principality into chaos.

When the princes in the capital saw the Marquis of Windsor's attack, they no longer cared about their open and covert struggles.

The intensity of the competition has reached a new level.

Some people started to commit murder.

They dared to ambush the fourth prince, the nominal heir designated by the old duke, with only eight hundred men.

In the end, the second prince beheaded the fourth prince, becoming the final victor.

Seeing this, the other princes fled the capital and, with the support of other powerful nobles, declared themselves the rightful heirs.

Suddenly, six or seven dukes emerged from within the duchy, declaring themselves the rightful heirs.

Within the entire duchy, families of all sizes are now taking sides.

Now the winds have blown back to the frontier...

As Ron read the description in the letter, his mind began to stir.

I was loyal to the Grand Duke, and now the Grand Duke is dead.

Logically speaking, he should have a share of the inheritance rights!

I, Luo, am not in a position of Grand Duke either...

Just kidding.

In short, no one can nominally command Ron anymore.

He has no moral blemishes no matter who he targets.

The Marquis of Cologne supports the eldest prince, and this letter is also an attempt to win over Ron. A formal knight is worth the Marquis's personal efforts to win him over.

Ron didn't seem to mind.

Having a flag isn't so bad; it can be displayed during a robbery.

Ron felt that this civil turmoil in the duchy had come at just the right time.

He was short of potions, and now he didn't even need to make excuses.

They could use the pretext of supporting the eldest prince to punish the disloyal, and then line their own pockets.

He stood up and walked to the window. The twilight outside was thick, and the castle flags fluttered in the evening breeze.

"Someone come here!" Ron called out.

The servant at the door pushed the door open and came in.

"Summon Laun, Hart, and Perrin to the council chamber for a meeting."

"Yes."

The council chamber was brightly lit by candlelight.

Laun, Hart, Perrin, and others have all arrived.

Ron sat in the main seat and gave a brief overview of the contents of the letters.

"The Grand Duke is dead, the Marquis of Windsor has rebelled, and the other princes have also won over a large number of nobles." Ron's voice was calm.

"The chaos within the duchy is completely out of control. Let's all share our opinions and discuss what stance our River Bend territory should take."

The three remained silent for a moment. Lauen spoke first:

"Sir, this is a difficult situation for us to choose sides."

"Choose a side?" Ron scoffed.

"What does it matter if we choose the wrong side, as long as we have soldiers and knights?"

"He can't just kill everyone who chose the wrong side, can he? In the end, he'll still have to rely on us."

"Just don't be the most conspicuous person to stick your neck out."

"This internal strife in the duchy is a good thing for us. I was just worried that the development of the territory was slow again."

"If things get chaotic, nobody will care about us. I can hit whoever I want."

Hart quickly agreed: "You're right, sir. Those lords around here are usually backed by powerful nobles, so they're not easy to touch."

Now that the duchy is in chaos, those great nobles are too busy taking care of themselves to look after them.

Ron laughed; Hart had hit the nail on the head.

This internal strife in the duchy is essentially nothing more than a power struggle within the Brass family for control.

Do you see any of the other marquises rebelling?

The Brass Dragon is still around, and no one can shake the Brass family's control over the duchy.

At most, they would support the prince who is advantageous to them to become a grand duke.

Losing might result in minor damage, but it won't lead to the extermination of the entire clan; winning would be a win.

Those who don't want to participate should go guard the border.

However, this applies only to the major marquises of the duchy; those below the rank of marquis have no choice.

Once chaos erupts, everyone will be passively drawn in, and the destruction of a family is not impossible.

"Laun, I order you to prepare for war and bring back all the guards who were previously eliminated."

Ron then turned to Palin: "You need to make sure all the food and military supplies are ready. Oh, and also prepare a few more of the eldest prince's banners, make them bigger."

"I am going to punish the disloyal prince on his behalf."

At Ron's command, the entire territory sprang into action like a war machine.

This civil war in the duchy is a godsend for lords like Ron.

Countless people throughout the duchy are waiting for such an opportunity: some whose territories have reached their limit, some whose lords are at odds with each other, and some who are so poor they're practically begging for it.

In short, for the minor and middle nobles of the duchy, this was a reshuffling of interests.

Ambitious individuals may seize an opportunity to become rich overnight, or they may make a slight mistake and lose their life and fortune.

In just one night, nearly two thousand soldiers gathered under Ron’s command in River Bend, Waterfront, and the port.

It has a force close to that of an army corps, and in terms of strength, it far exceeds that of an army corps.

Ron left five hundred men to guard the territory, and also left Erin and Gray behind.

Under Ron's tutelage, Green also broke through to the level of High-Rank Squire.

In addition, Aibadan broke through to become a first-order life form.

Like Ron, he also surpassed the level of life through his physical body, but his fighting spirit level was still stuck at the level of a high-ranking knight squire.

The territory is currently experiencing a shortage of potions, so he'll have to suffer for now.

With Gray and Erin, leading five hundred strong soldiers, they were more than capable of guarding the territory, not to mention that the territory was also equipped with a number of alchemical ballistae.

The magic tower in Liulichuan has also been completed, and it can be used as a high-level magic apprentice with unlimited mana in critical moments.

Early morning, in the open space outside the castle.

Two thousand soldiers, all burly and strong, stood at attention, awaiting Ron's inspection.

Most of these two thousand people were unprotected; Ron hadn't provided them with armor beforehand.

Each person carrying a long spear might look a bit shabby, but their combat strength is not low. Keep in mind that these people were eliminated during the Qi training stage.

Some of them can unleash a trace of battle aura, and with that and their armor, they can take on seven or eight opponents at once.

Ron didn't waste any more words and divided the soldiers into teams.

It was divided according to the corps: ten men in a squad, fifty men in a company, and five hundred men in a battalion.

Laun, Hart, and Abaddon each led a large contingent.

First target – Green Lake Territory