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With the second prince's defeat, the Marquess of Windsor naturally became the new duke.

The internal strife in the principality was quickly quelled.

Those noble lords who had once been bloodthirsty all consciously ceased their fighting.

No one wanted to be the first to be targeted and punished when the new Grand Duke had just ascended the throne.

Ron kept a close eye on the Grand Duke's movements.

When the final news arrived—the Marquess of Windsor had successfully bullied his nephew and ascended to the throne of Grand Duke.

He had a "I knew it" look on his face.

That's how unreasonable Tier 3 combat power is. Without equal strength, it can only be barely held off by multiple Grand Knights working together.

Unless those princes unite, none of them can escape defeat.

The Marquess of Windsor becoming Grand Duke was not a bad thing for Ron.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Ron used to follow the eldest prince; unless someone is deliberately targeting you, nobody really cares about such things.

The Marquis of Windsor ultimately ascended to the throne of Grand Duke through force, and countless people within the Bronze Family disliked him, but for now they were just reluctantly accepting him as their leader.

To truly win those people over, we'll have to see what Windsor's methods are.

And to the outside world.

The Marquess of Windsor needed to win over powerful lords even more.

Ron happened to be one of the capable ones, so he wasn't flustered at all.

The Marquess of Windsor declared himself Grand Duke the day after his victory.

This message was transmitted to the frontier using a magic crystal ball.

The pioneering area then calmed down.

In the midst of the civil war across the duchy caused by the succession crisis.

According to subsequent statistics, more than 300 families, large and small, were wiped out.

Among them are families of viscounts and earls.

Some of the remaining families suffered heavy losses, while others took the opportunity to plunder and expand.

All the lords in the entire duchy are currently busy, either licking their wounds or sorting out their harvest.

Ron's hometown, the Broccoli Family, also took the opportunity to make a profit.

It can only be said that the broccoli family is destined for prosperity.

After the Marquess of Windsor succeeded to the title of Grand Duke.

Ron wasn't idle either.

He continued his frenzied killing spree with Margaret, accumulating the original essence.

Ron didn't know how much energy Margaret needed before she fell asleep, as long as Margaret didn't say to stop.

He kept killing, leaving early and returning late every day, which was even more tiring than when he went out to rob.

It wasn't until half a month later that the Duke of Windsor arrived via messengers sent by Oakshire.

Margaret still wasn't satisfied.

Ron finally realized what was going on; was this guy trying to scam subsidies?

As if sensing Ron watching her, Margaret turned her head away guiltily.

"This grass is so green!"

Ron was speechless.

What kind of torture had they endured before that even Longlong was forced to resort to tricks?

You are a noble dragon! How could you be subdued by cricket sap?

Why can't you train every day like me and get stronger through your own efforts?

I, Ron, train for eight hours every day, rain or shine. It's all thanks to my own hard work.

It was not controlled by the original solution.

My dragon! Can't you learn from your knight?

Margaret: "..."

Ron helplessly tried to persuade Margaret, "I already told you, you won't lack the serum anymore. Why don't you believe me?"

After Margaret made repeated assurances, the two finally let go of the area.

The Duke of Windsor's messenger brought the Duke's goodwill.

Windsor was delighted to see Ron suddenly appear.

These powerful figures, who come from pioneering lord backgrounds, whose families are not strong and who are not deeply involved with other major nobles, are the easiest to win over.

It doesn't require the same high price to win over other counts, and it can quickly brand him, making it perfect for winning him over.

All you need to do is offer the title of Earl, and they won't refuse.

Thus, the overlord of the northwest corner of this pioneering territory was won over.

His influence extends to a wider area, affecting the attitudes of forty or fifty lords in the surrounding area.

If any troublemakers dare to cause trouble for Windsor, order Ron to attack them.

He is free to make his own decision.

Let's see if there's anyone in this area who's too blind to jump in.

Ron naturally wouldn't refuse the Duke of Windsor's offer.

He faced south and said with great emotion:

"Ron Broccoli will forever stand under the Brass Dragon's banner, charging for the Grand Duke!"

The envoy chimed in, "The Grand Duke also has great trust in you, Earl of the River Bend!"

"Before I came, the Grand Duke told me that Earl Ron's loyalty had been tested, and that I could consult with you if I encountered any difficulties here."

Ron then spoke gently to the messenger:

"Your Excellency is too kind. Rest assured, I will definitely help Your Excellency to guard this pioneering land well and live up to Your Excellency's trust."

The two exchanged a tacit understanding during their conversation.

The messenger did not linger after completing his mission; Ron was merely the first lord he was to visit.

He still needs to continue to win over the rest, but things are settled with Ron.

The rest are all simple.

After the messenger left, everyone in the room knelt down in unison:

"Congratulations, sir, on becoming the Earl of the River Bend!!"

Congratulations, Your Excellency!

"The glory of knighthood shines upon you..."

Ron looked at his men in the room and laughed heartily, waving his hand as he did so:

"Haha~ Get up, everyone."

"My rise to the rank of Earl is entirely due to your selfless dedication. Congratulations! Congratulations!"

His men all stood up, and Ron turned to Palin and gave him instructions:

"Palin, relay my orders. I will make the following arrangements."

"Laun, Hart, and Abaddon are each rewarded with a magic potion sprite and a thousand gold dragons. Abaddon is promoted to knight."

The men's faces immediately lit up with smiles: "Thank you for your generous gift, sir."

Palin quickly picked up his pen and scribbled a few lines on the notebook.

"In addition, all those at the advanced squire level in the territory will be rewarded with 50 bottles of elf potions plus 500 gold dragons. You should also follow this standard."

For mid-level squires, the reward is 30 potions plus 100 gold dragons; for low-level squires, the reward is 10 potions and 5 gold dragons.

"And the soldiers who fought alongside them were each given a bottle of magic potion and a golden dragon."

The serfs in the territory were also given two days off, or even just one day, so they could have some fun too.

Ron finished speaking, and Palin quickly finished taking notes.

"My lord, this will cost tens of thousands of gold dragons in total." Perrin was somewhat troubled, as the territory's accounts did not have that much money.

Ron casually tossed him a box of gold coins, a pittance to Ron these days.

He had no intention of keeping the wealth he plundered; spending it as soon as possible and converting it into real power was the most practical thing to do.

He recently placed another large order with the port caravan at a high price to purchase Great Elf potions and various alchemical items.

He even bought a slave scroll that he had missed at a previous auction at a high price, aiming for an extravagant style.

He no longer needs to invest too much money in the development of his territory. Expanding northward is too uneconomical. He will finish developing Maolin and Shixi as soon as possible.

Now we'll focus on managing our current territory.

Once Margaret breaks through, he

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