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The morning sunlight streamed through the arched windows of the fairy room, illuminating the rows of jade boxes.

Ron stood in the center of the castle's newly built elf room, surrounded by newly erected wooden frames on which all of Ron's belongings were neatly arranged.

They had their own original resources, as well as the spirit insects they had stolen from Green Lake Territory, Cold Pine Ridge, and Black Stone Ridge.

He also took the opportunity to settle the spirit insects while he was back; the sooner they were settled, the sooner he would benefit.

He had considered keeping the insect spirits in the small garden long-term, but the insects were difficult to manage.

The insects cannot stay away from the cordyceps for too long or for too long.

He still needs to work hard to achieve his goal of planting all the potions in the small garden.

The newly built elf house in the castle is very large; it's practically a villa built specifically for elves.

It contains more than a dozen rooms of varying sizes, and is staffed with dedicated servants to take care of the guests.

It has everything: a lounge, an entertainment room, a mini forest, etc. It wouldn't be crowded even if you added two hundred more insect sprites to live inside.

The foxtail flower sprite perched on his shoulder, rubbing its fluffy little flowers against his neck, curiously observing the unfamiliar surroundings. It kept making "coo-coo-coo" sounds.

It took Ron quite a while to get the little elves to get to know each other, at least to ensure they didn't fight when they met.

After comforting Bella for a while, they entered the small garden.

He has another precious baby who needs comforting.

This wasn't Ron's first time entering; he felt safe to enter after experimenting with level two magical beasts.

As soon as Ron entered the small garden, he was blocked by a huge figure.

It was Margaret.

To prevent any mishaps, Ron sent Margaret to the small garden before setting off.

Margaret stared at Ron with wide eyes:

"Ron, how much longer do I have to stay in there? These little people are so noisy, I can't get any sleep."

Margaret was referring to the more than one hundred knights in charge of squires; they couldn't be idle inside either, and they had to train whenever they had free time.

The knights and their retinue stared wide-eyed in shock as Margaret entered the small garden.

Who would have thought that their lord would become a dragon knight without a word? He's going to take off from here!

Following such a lord would lead to a bright future.

With the knights having this idea, the small garden's influence on them grew even faster, and it might not be long before they could be deployed to other areas.

Ron patted Margaret's head to comfort her:

"Just bear with it in there for a bit, I'll ask them to be quiet, okay?"

"Once I find enough wild Pokémon on this trip, we'll have money."

"I'll arrange for ten maids to brush your scales then."

Margaret naturally understood Ron's intention in having her stay there, and she agreed. She had only been being coquettish with Ron because she was bored earlier.

The small garden was too small for Margaret.

She couldn't take off; it was a small garden that could be walked in just two steps. She usually lay in a corner of the small garden.

The key is that she can't sleep peacefully, lest she be caught off guard when Ron summons her.

She was so bored that she counted her gems six or seven times.

After comforting Margaret, Ron took a walk in the small garden.

The mist in the small garden has recently spread outwards by more than ten meters, and now the space inside is enough for the more than one hundred knights to train.

After promising the knights a rosy picture, Ron said goodbye to Margaret and left the small garden.

outside world.

Ron pushed open the door to the elf room and returned to the council chamber.

The stewards of the territory had all arrived, and Ron began to give instructions on the next steps.

He ordered Perrin to organize a team to take over the three territories so that Laue and Hart could be freed.

He left them with another five hundred men, and then Ron prepared to lead the remaining thousand elite troops on another expedition.

This time he wouldn't come back halfway; he planned to break through the frontier in one go.

In the afternoon, more than a thousand soldiers marched out of the city.

Ron rode on horseback, wearing a dark blue cloak, with Abaddon carrying a spiked club behind him, and Karl leading the Blackrock Ridge soldiers on the right side of the column.

The group marched south, kicking up dust. Perrin stood on the city wall and watched them go until they disappeared on the horizon.

Black Bear Ridge.

The Celtic Baron sat in the castle's hall, a glass of ale in front of him, his face flushed.

He had just received a report from his scouts that Ron's army had captured the three Green Lake strongholds.

They are heading south, heading straight for Black Bear Ridge.

"Him?" Celtic gulped down a mouthful of wine and slammed the glass on the table.

"If he dares to come, I'll make sure he doesn't leave alive!"

"My lord, River Bend has already swallowed Green Lake and Cold Pine, and even Baron Hosen of Blackstone has surrendered..." The knight beside him turned pale.

"Our family alone can hardly withstand the attack from the River Bend Territory!"

"That old cripple, Hosen, is a spineless coward!"

"The other two guys were prisoners of war, so Ron can only bully weaklings like them." Celt stood up and slammed his hand on the table.

"I'm not one of those useless fools! I have city walls, I have an army..."

"Hmph! I've been eyeing Green Lake Territory for a long time, so I'll just take it over this time."

The Celtic Baron was also a military meritorious nobleman, with little background and was the kind of person who was extremely poor.

However, his subordinates were quite capable, all of whom were his former brothers and subordinates who had come to join him, making his military strength among the top in this pioneering area.

However, due to various restrictions and lack of connections, he could only live a hard life.

The Celts were also looking to make a fortune during this civil war in the duchy.

He had already mobilized his troops, ready to seize Green Lake and take control of the area.

He never expected Ron to win first; how could he not be envious?

Ron led his army to the Black Bear Territory castle, and seeing that they had no intention of surrendering, he immediately ordered an attack.

In less than an hour, Celtic’s head was placed in front of Ron.

Ron was also very puzzled:

"Is this guy really that brave? Doesn't he know I'm a full-fledged knight?"

Seeing that the castle was about to be breached, they decided to capture Ron first. Even a high-ranking knight's squire wanted to play the "capture the king first" game.

Then Abaddon stopped them, and the two fought, with Abaddon killing Abaddon with spiked clubs.

To be honest, Black Bear Ridge Castle is well-defended; it can be considered a military castle built specifically for war.

But they couldn't withstand Ron's overwhelming power.

Even Ron's losses were not as great as those in Green Lake Territory; it's just that Black Bear Ridge held out for a little longer.

After taking Black Bear Territory, Ron, as usual, had Hart take over with a group of men.

He continued to lead his men to attack Aries Territory.

News of the fall of Black Bear Territory spread even faster than Ron's army.

Edmund, the lord of Aries, had been keeping an eye on Ron's army as soon as they entered Black Bear Territory.

Even when Black Bear Territory couldn't hold out any longer, it didn't cause Ron much damage.

He immediately realized that Ron wouldn't stop, and that his next target would probably be him.

Baron Edmund stood on the city wall, his hand on the crenellations, his face ashen.

After a long silence, I made a decision in secret.