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After carefully collecting Austin's body, Ron strode into the castle in Green Lake.

After the battle, Green Lake Castle was as quiet as a tomb.

The stench of blood had not yet dissipated, and busy figures could be seen everywhere on the city walls, in the courtyards, and in the corridors.

Ron's soldiers were moving corpses, counting supplies, and taking control of the city gates.

Several company commanders carried parchment and went in and out of every room in the castle, registering all valuable items.

Ron sat in a high-backed chair in the council chamber, with a long oak table in front of him piled high with ledgers and lists.

Laun stood to the side, holding a thick stack of parchment in his hands, sweat beading on his forehead, but his eyes shining brightly.

"Sir, we've struck it rich!!"

Ron glanced at his naive and unsophisticated look with disdain, thinking to himself:

"Is this what you call getting rich? This is only the first territory, and I haven't even started to exert my full strength yet."

"Laun, you take your men to continue inventorying the castle's supplies. After that, go and take over the towns and farms under Green Lake Territory."

Write down all the accounts first, and I'll review them carefully later.

"Furthermore, news of our capture of Green Lake Territory will soon reach other people, so we need to hurry."

Ron stood up and said to Hart, who was standing to the side:

"I've already sent scouts to keep an eye on Cold Pine Territory and Black Stone Territory, so they can't escape anytime soon. You should quickly take the cavalry to block Clark in Cold Pine Territory."

I will arrive shortly with the main force.

Hart, who was already speechless with admiration for the lord, replied emphatically:

"Don't worry, sir! I'll make sure that old bastard Clark doesn't take a single hair with him."

Ron was quite satisfied with his attitude. When it comes to stealing, what's the point if you don't act fast?

After Ron had arranged the most important matters, he arrived at the place where the trip had yielded the greatest reward—the Elf's Room.

The Elf House in Green Lake Territory is located on the east side of the castle. It is a stone-built, domed house with south-facing windows that let in plenty of sunlight.

There were more than twenty jade boxes on the shelf, some open and some closed, containing various sizes of spirit insects.

Ron pushed open the door, and a fresh scent of grass and trees wafted out.

He glanced at the labels on the shelf—hops, moonflower, pumpkin, green beans…

Eleven potion-making spirit insects and sixteen agricultural spirit insects.

In addition, there are two other little sprites: the foxtail flower sprite and the pumpkin sprite.

The foxtail flower is a potion sprite, and the pumpkin is an agricultural sprite.

Ron quickly took out some gold and jade to feed them.

He reached out and touched each jade box, establishing a contract with the spirit insects. One after another.

The senses of the sprites flooded into my mind, like a group of frightened little animals trembling, but they quickly calmed down.

Ron felt many faint connections appear around him.

One can't help but sigh, it really comes down to robbing the big shots.

Despite my hard work in developing my territory, I've only managed to find three or four sprite bugs this year.

The little sprites couldn't even touch a hair, but now, after just one Old Wallend, they've already gotten so many gold coins.

There are two more below, even if they're not as fat as that old bastard Austin, they shouldn't be too far off together.

Ron watched the elf insects quietly eating the jade, feeling a sense of blissful satisfaction.

Two little elves flew onto his shoulder.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

"Makka Pakka!"

"Coo coo coo..."

They were probably curious about what the adult in front of them was grinning about.

The little tail on the foxtail flower elf's head tickled Ron, finally waking him from his sweet dream.

Ron pulled one of his men out of the small garden and ordered him to pack up the sprite insects and move them all to the small garden.

Many buildings have now been constructed in the small garden, and a simple elf room has been partitioned off.

We'll put the cordyceps back in later. Anyway, the original solution can repair the cordyceps, so transplanting it a few more times won't harm it.

It is worth mentioning that Ron did not use the more than one hundred knights in the Little Garden to attack Green Lake Territory this time.

He planned to let them stay inside for a few more months, and besides, these people were all quite talented, so they wouldn't lack for undiluted potions.

In a few months, we might be able to train a group of absolutely loyal high-ranking knight squires.

We'll just form a knightly order then.

Go raid Marquis Mammon's hometown and kidnap his wife and daughter.

After collecting the sprites, Ron went to the castle vault.

"Approximately how much cash do you have?"

"Twenty-four thousand six hundred golden dragons, my lord." Laun wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"There are still a lot of silverware and jewelry in the warehouse, but we'll have to go back to estimate their exact value."

Ron nodded. It wasn't a small amount; this was probably Austin's life's wealth.

Unfortunately, they all benefited Ron.

Ron walked to the city wall and looked at the row of alchemical crossbows: "Take the crossbows down and take them with you, leave not a single one."

"Also, strip all the Green Lake Territory soldiers of their armor and put it on our men. Put the prisoners in the dungeon, and kill any who cause trouble."

"Yes."

Ron turned to look at Lauen:

"You stay here with three hundred men and take good care of Green Lake Territory. I'm taking men to Cold Pine Territory."

"Please rest assured, sir," Lauen assured him confidently.

Half an hour later, Ron left Green Lake Castle with Abaddon and a thousand fully armed soldiers.

The dust kicked up by the advancing troops blinded everyone, and the group disappeared into the wilderness in a cloud of dust.

Hansongling Castle.

Baron Clark lay in bed, his face ashen and his eyes sunken. His injuries from last year had not fully healed, and he had caught a cold in the fall, making it difficult for him to even get out of bed.

"My lord! My lord!" The servant stumbled in.

"Green Lake Territory... Green Lake Territory is under attack by the River Reach! Baron Austin has sent messengers again for reinforcements!"

Clark sat up abruptly, a violent cough causing him to bend over.

"Is the news... accurate?"

"That's for sure! The messenger from Green Lake Territory is in the reception room."

He said the River Bend Territory brought at least a thousand men this time, urging us to hurry and provide aid, otherwise Green Lake Territory might not last more than a few days!

Thousands of people! Clark's lips trembled.

He knew that River Bend had made some big moves recently, but he never imagined that Ron could actually develop an army of over a thousand men.

Even if the army isn't of high quality, it's still not something a small lord like him can withstand!

He had considered that Ron might take action against the surrounding leaders, but he didn't expect it to be so quick and so fierce.

News of the internal strife in the Duchy had only reached them a few days before Ron annexed Green Lake Territory.

"Pack your things!" he shouted hoarsely.

"Fairy bugs, gold coins, valuables... load everything onto the carriage! Quickly!"

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Oak City!" Clark struggled to get out of bed, his legs buckled, and he almost fell.

"Let's go hide in Oak City first, and see if we can take back our territory after the civil war in the duchy ends."

"Let's move forward for now..."

The servants helped him out. The castle was in chaos, with servants running around carrying chests out of the storeroom and piling them in the courtyard.

Clark stood in the corridor, watching all this, his heart filled with anxiety.

"Faster! Faster!"

Just then, urgent horn calls came from the watchtower outside the castle.

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

Clark's face turned pale instantly. He rushed to the city wall and looked out.

On the horizon, a troop of cavalry was galloping toward the castle, their banners fluttering in the wind—the eldest prince's brass dragon banner and the broccoli banner with its red background and green flowers.

"Ron...Ron's here..."

"How could it be so fast... Austin's BYD didn't even last half an hour." Clark's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat.

The cavalry stopped outside the castle, did not attack, but patrolled around the city, blocking all exits.

Several of Clark's personal guards tried to charge out on horseback, but were shot off by an arrow. The rest quickly retreated and blocked the city gate.

"My lord, we can't get out!" The servant's voice trembled.

Clark closed his eyes. It was over.

As evening fell, Ron's main force arrived at Cold Pine Ridge.

They won another game without much effort.

Clark was carried by two soldiers to Ron.