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Ron, seeing Clark's sickly appearance, decided not to kill him.

Unlike Austin, who is doomed to die for offending Ron, this unfortunate fellow might still be of some use in the future.

He waved his hand and ordered his men to take him away and lock him up.

Ron turned to the soldiers behind him and said, "Inventory the castle. Pack all valuables into boxes and count them. Send the elven insect grass to me."

In the afternoon, Ron sat in the hall of Coldpine Ridge Castle.

Hart stood to one side, holding the ledger.

"Potion-making worms, three. Agricultural worms, five," he read aloud.

"Gold coins... 1,200 gold dragons. The granary doesn't have much food left, barely enough for three months. The armory has forty longswords, one hundred spears, and thirty suits of leather armor."

There were approximately 13,000 serfs and over 30,000 mu of farmland.

"That's all?" Ron frowned as he looked at the list.

Apart from the serfs and farmland, which are at the level of an old lord, what are the rest of them?!

How come he's not even as good as that bastard Peter?

Clark is really doing terribly.

Ron knew that Hansong Township was poor, but he didn't expect it to be this poor.

"Where are the fairies? Not a single one?"

"That's all, sir." Hart stood to the side, also looking disappointed.

"Baron Clark has been ravaged by the orcs these past few years; his fortune is long gone."

Last year, I was captured by orcs and sold a few elf bugs to raise ransom.

"Now, when I'm sick, I don't dare use the best magic potions; I just tough it out with my fighting spirit, all to save money."

Ron tossed the list onto the table, leaned back in his chair, and sighed.

"He was so poor, but luckily I found him a good job with room and board included."

I'm such a good person.

Ron didn't stay in Coldpine Territory for long; he needed to hurry to Blackrock Territory.

To prevent that old cripple Hosen from getting away.

Hart can stay behind to be in charge of a more thorough inventory check.

He then led Abaddon and the main force to Blackrock Territory to meet the old cripple.

The green wasteland where Ron was located was originally home to about a dozen lords.

Besides Boris, this old cripple is the one Ron values ​​the most.

This time, he plans to personally remove this stumbling block and then seize this pioneering land.

They established their base in several territories and then began raiding other areas.

Having finally gained a legitimate reason to launch his attack, he had to seize the opportunity. He wouldn't stop until he had captured seven or eight little elves.

Otherwise, I would have no face to face my fellow countrymen in Jiangdong.

By evening, Ron and his party had finally arrived at Blackrock Castle.

Old cripple Hosen had already guessed what was going on when he learned that Ron had targeted Green Lake Territory.

Baron Hosen stood by the city wall, his face grim as he looked at the cavalry patrolling in the distance.

He only wanted to develop his territory peacefully and enjoy his retirement.

Why do these people have to cause trouble and make things difficult for him?

There's no escaping any kind of trouble.

Hossen muttered with a crooked mouth, "You forced me to do this..."

No one knew how the old cripple developed his limp.

There were some rumors circulating in the tavern that Hosen was a brilliant and spirited knight in his youth.

He went out to travel to other kingdoms, and one day he dragged his broken leg and fled back to his family in a sorry state, with an infant in his arms.

Because the matter was so intriguing, some mysterious rumors began to circulate in the surrounding circles.

When Hosen arrived at the frontier, these rumors ceased, but snippets of information still circulated.

It's impossible to figure out what's going on.

Ron naturally had to take this guy seriously, as he was very likely to be a cunning old fox.

He brought a full thousand men, and was ready to unleash the devastating weapon in the small garden at any moment.

This is to prevent things from going wrong.

But when he led his men to the Blackrock Castle, he was dumbfounded.

What is that old cripple Hosen doing?

The gates of Blackrock Castle were wide open, bustling with people, and decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, creating a lively scene.

Is this... the Empty City Stratagem?

Ron was somewhat puzzled.

He immediately ordered his men to be on high alert in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

Just as Ron was on guard, a commotion broke out among the crowd at the city gate.

Then came a continuous stream of:

Welcome, welcome! A warm welcome!

Welcome, welcome! A warm welcome!

......

What the hell are they doing?!

Ron's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his eyes fixed on the city gate.

The crowd parted in the middle, and Hosen emerged, leaning on a wooden cane and limping.

He wore a dark blue tuxedo with an obsidian brooch at the collar, and his gray hair was neatly combed. He spoke loudly to the crowd:

"Today, we joyfully welcome the victorious army!"

Lord Ron successfully defeated Austin and Baron Clark, who were disguised as bandits. From now on, everyone will be free from the worry of being robbed by bandits when they go out!

The sky has finally risen over our pioneering land!!

"Your Honor, the Upright Official!"

"Your Honor!" The crowd behind them knelt down in unison.

Ron and Abaddon looked at each other in bewilderment.

Hosen's solution was—if I become Ron's dog, he won't hit me anymore!

To be honest, his move really left Ron at a loss.

If he continues to slaughter everyone else, it will be difficult to deal with other nobles later.

Since I'm going to die either way, I'll definitely fight you to the death.

Ron had a plan in mind, but he still needed to rule out the possibility of a trap.

Ron waved, and the old cripple quickly stepped forward.

"Baron Hosen, your welcoming ceremony is truly overwhelming!" Ron remarked casually.

This means that cleverness is acceptable, but it will only be effective when I permit it.

Upon hearing this, the old cripple turned deathly pale, and large beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

"As long as you are satisfied, I'll be happy even if I spend all my savings."

"Oh? Is that so? It would be too much to spend all your savings. You still need to eat, after all."

Hosen turned slightly to the side and pointed to the wooden crate behind him.

"These are the spirit insects of Blackrock Ridge—seven potion spirit insects and thirteen agricultural spirit insects. All the potion spirits are here, not one is left."

"I have broken the contract. Please accept this as a token of my gratitude for eliminating the bandits and restoring peace to the land."

Upon hearing the quantity, Ron stopped pretending and readily accepted it.

Then he continued to stare at Hosen abruptly.

Hossen felt a chill run down his spine under Ron's gaze and nervously continued, "..."

"Furthermore, rebels are now rising up all over the duchy. I am willing to follow you, my lord, to fight against the rebels and serve as your vanguard." He then knelt down to swear allegiance to Ron.

Ron finally smiled upon hearing this and quickly reached out to help the old cripple up:

"This won't do, this won't do..."

"We all work for the eldest prince, and when the eldest prince inherits the title of Grand Duke, we must pledge our loyalty to the Grand Duke."

Hossen's expression was one of firm opposition:

"That won't do. I only acknowledge Lord Ron. No one else will do the trick..."