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

Hart felt that since arriving at the pioneering land, his cultivation speed had more than doubled, and his cultivation, which had not been slack for a long time, was slowly improving.

This allowed him to rediscover the feeling of his youth, with his fighting spirit continuously growing within his body, enabling him to cultivate two or three times a day.

This made him feel that high-ranking knight squires were no longer so unattainable.

He came to report on matters concerning the Green Lake Territory.

"My lord, the messenger who went to Green Lake Territory has returned with a reply from Baron Austin."

Ron took the parchment from Hart's hand.

"Baron Austin has agreed to the trade. He has also attached a list of knights from the waterfront territory."

The label reads, "The Waterfront Territory has two high-ranking knight squires (egg-sized seeds of battle aura) and four mid-ranking ones."

"Two high-ranking officials?" Ron raised an eyebrow. This level of strength was quite good even among barons of a duchy, and in this pioneering territory, it was considered a veteran standard.

Of the two high-ranking knights' squires, one was Baron Boris himself, and the other was his captain of the guard named Locke.

Hart added from the side:

"The Baron of Green Lake suffered a loss in this regard. Last year, a fight broke out between the two baronies, and he was caught off guard by this suddenly appearing high-ranking knight squire."

"This person is a new breakthrough; otherwise, Baron Austin wouldn't have taken the initiative to leave the castle to fight Baron Boris."

The letter also contained some basic information about the Waterfront, which Baron Austin had collected over the past year.

Linshui Ridge currently has a population of over 8000, a castle, two small towns, and several farms.

Ron looked somewhat grave; River Reach was certainly no match for Waterfront Territory in its current state.

After all, Ron had only been in the frontier for less than two months.

However, there was some good news: relations between Green Lake and Waterfront were indeed very bad, and Baron Austin was clearly the one who was more anxious.

According to the information Ron has gathered.

Lord Austin, the lord of Green Lake, has been developing the territory for over a decade. In particular, the territory has the only port in the nearby wasteland, and thanks to the convenient trade, it has become incredibly wealthy.

In his early years, taking advantage of the port's convenience, he often blocked the trade routes of the waterfront territory and bullied Boris, who had not yet established himself.

"No wonder Boris wanted to get to him." Ron rolled up the parchment and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table.

"If you're rolling in money but lack the ability to compete, won't you just become easy prey for others?"

Hattie nodded in agreement:

"According to the information the messenger obtained, Baron Austin is now afraid to send caravans too far away, for fear that Boris will launch another surprise attack."

"Their proactive cooperation this time is also to forge a positive relationship, and ideally..."

"It would be best if we could help him share some of the burden," Ron chimed in, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"That old fox is quite shrewd in his tactics."

He turned to look at the training field...

As the wooden swords clashed, the white light of their battle aura intensified; Gray's strength was just one step away from that of a mid-level knight squire. Ron's heart stirred slightly, and he nodded to Hatt.

"Tell Gray to go find Perrin tonight and get 10 bottles of potions so he can break through to the next level as soon as possible."

Five days later.

The brick and stone walls of the lord's manor have been completed first, and the wooden fences of several villages are gradually being replaced with brick walls.

Lord's Manor.

"My lord, in a few more days, the bricks produced by the brick kiln will be enough to replace the entire perimeter of the territory's walls." Perrin followed behind Ron, holding the account book, his face beaming with smiles.

"The salt mine is also doing well, producing 120 catties of refined salt per day, and the warehouse already has over 1,000 catties of refined salt stored."

"However, there is one situation that needs to be decided by you, my lord: whether we wait for caravans to come and buy our refined salt, or form a caravan to sell it in Oak City."

After a moment's thought, Ron decided to wait for the caravan to make the purchase, as the current situation was unclear. It was better to keep enough knights and squires within the territory.

We're just waiting for the caravan to arrive so the golden dragon can enter our tent.

On the training ground.

A few days later, several more guards were found to have cultivated battle qi.

Gray lived up to Ron's expectations. With the support of the potion, he broke through to the intermediate knight squire level yesterday evening. His battle qi seed steadily grew to the size of a pigeon egg, and he is currently stabilizing his battle qi realm in an open space.

Before Perrin could finish his report, two guards escorted a man in gray cloth clothes toward the salt mine.

Guard: "Sir, this is a spy we caught at the saltworks."

The man, carrying an empty basket with salt clinging to the bottom, immediately struggled upon seeing Ron: "I'm just a woodcutter! I was just passing by!"

The guards presented the refined salt and map they had found on the scouts. On the map, the locations of the salt mines and brick kilns were marked with a prominent cross.

Ron thought to himself that the news about the salt mines couldn't be kept secret for long. After all, River Bend was a newly developed territory, and it was too easy for them to find out what was going on.

Ron glanced at it, his expression unreadable.

"Take him away and hand him over to Dick for interrogation. Extract more information, find out who sent them, and how many people came."

"Yes!" Perrin signaled to the guards to drag the limp spy away.

"Double the guards at the salt mine, set up hidden sentries, and leave all the spies on the territory," Ron coldly ordered.

Ron walked back to the lord's villa and spread out the parchment.

Defense is merely passively taking hits; he needs to inflict pain on his opponent as well. His eyes were icy cold.

"Want to draw an X on my paper? Then let's see who ends up as whose fertilizer."