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Ron leaned back in his chair in the study, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously, when a thought suddenly popped into his head—should he change his surname?

He is now an earl.

The surname "Broccoli" has long been ridiculed by everyone.

Logically, when a member of a family achieves greater honors, they should be able to leave their original family name.

Choosing a more suitable and prestigious surname to highlight one's achievements is perfectly reasonable.

But Ron's problem now is...

Margaret is about to enter a period of slumber and will soon become a level three adult dragon.

Back then, Ron didn't need to pretend anymore; he just rode a dragon and did whatever he wanted.

The surname will naturally be changed to dragon.

That would be too frequent.

Ron ultimately decided to hold off on the change for a while, and wait until Margaret woke up and was promoted in one fell swoop.

Time has passed unnoticed, and deep winter has arrived.

It has been almost a month since the Marquess of Windsor ascended to the throne as Grand Duke.

Even the orcs have ended their southward raids and returned to their homeland.

This year, the orcs' main offensive was against neighboring countries' expansion territories, which tied up a significant amount of the neighboring countries' troops.

Otherwise, the situation in the Principality of Brass would be even more dire.

Margaret can enter a deep sleep at any time; the amount of undiluted serum she has accumulated is probably enough for her to use for a year.

If you were to ask how Ron knew, it would be because he had intercepted the original liquid and filled his spatial ring to the brim.

This forced him to buy a ten-cubic-meter ring specifically to hold the original solution.

Otherwise, if it were placed in a small garden, Margaret might destroy it one day.

The reason Ron asked Margaret to stay awake for the time being was that he had received an invitation to a banquet from Marquis Mammon of Oakwood.

This banquet was not specifically for Ron alone; all the existing lords of the entire frontier were invited to attend.

It's understandable, really. With such a big change happening in the frontier, Marquis Mammon would naturally have to step in and set new rules for the lords.

It wasn't that Ron didn't trust Marquis Mammon.

These days, who goes out without a dragon pendant?

Just like you have to wear a helmet when fishing—you don't feel safe without one.

Ron didn't bring many people to Oak City this time, only one squadron, all of whom were squires.

The knights included Abaddon and Hart.

Hart is really riding high right now.

He was Hart Lentil. A year and a half ago, he was a down-on-his-luck knight who tried to sell his life to several noble families, but none of them would hire him.

Now, he has just turned thirty and not only has his own manor and knighthood, but he has also become a formal knight in terms of strength.

That's a full-fledged knight, with a lifespan of two hundred years.

All of this stemmed from his defection to his own lord.

This knight is the chosen one favored by the glory of the world.

Yes, that's how everyone in the territory sees Ron now; his loyalty has reached the level of devotion.

Those who were the first to follow Ron are now the worst off among the free citizens of the territory.

Ebadon, a knight who was transformed from a serf, is a prime example.

Because of their generally superior strength, Ron and his group arrived in Oak City in just two days.

Oak Town remained unchanged, bustling with merchants, showing no signs of having experienced the ravages of war.

After entering the city, Ron did not go to pay his respects to Marquis Mammon first, but instead found a place to settle down.

There are still three days until Marquis Mammon's banquet, no rush.

In the past few days, as lords from all over the frontier have been rushing here, the merchants of Oak City have not missed this good opportunity either.

They put all sorts of in-demand items on display.

Many lords also came with caravans. The nobles who made a fortune were cleaning up their loot, and the lords who lost their lands were also selling off their property in preparation for returning to their duchies.

Ron actually encountered quite a few good things in a short time.

Each of Lauenhart and the others was equipped with a set of magic metal armor and weapons, while Abaddon's spiked club and armor had to be custom-made.

Fortunately, Oaktown has a dedicated goldsmith shop.

This trip cost over 50,000 gold coins just for those few.

Knights are hard to train, and even harder to support.

Fortunately, Ron wasn't just spending without taking anything in return; he plundered so many lords' castles.

He looted everything of value, leaving not even a silver plate behind; it's all in Ron's little garden now.

If we deal with them all at once, we can recover a lot of health.

Ron wandered around and eventually arrived at the slave market.

"My lord, come and take a look! We've just received some excellent goods: the Viscount's wife and daughter are for sale as a package. Only 10,000 gold dragons."

A round-faced, cunning-looking merchant approached Ron, all smiles, and tried to sell him his wares.

Ron looked in the direction of his voice and saw a mother and daughter locked in an iron cage. The daughter was only eleven or twelve years old and was hiding in her mother's arms.

The mother and daughter were also cleaned up and not dressed in aristocratic clothes, but they were still dressed quite exquisitely.

A large crowd had gathered in front of the shop, all watching the spectacle.

However, some people looked displeased. These were all nobles, and Ron's face was devoid of a smile.

Auctioning off a noble family member in public is indeed very undignified.

Ron had no intention of buying or rescuing the mother and daughter; he simply had a very negative impression of the aristocracy who were auctioning them off.

The ass decides the head.

Ron is now a nobleman, so he naturally stands on the side of the nobleman.

He inquired about everyone in the chamber of commerce and learned that it was Earl Okra.

This is a powerful overlord in the south-central part of the pioneering lands.

However, Ron didn't like doing this.

He still has several lords alive, and you're already selling their families out here.

How come he's even more awesome than him?

It seems Ron overestimated the virtues of these nobles.

There's this unspoken rule that killing someone brings bad luck to their whole family, and that you have to spare someone's life.

So you yourselves don't follow any of these rules, do you?

Ron plans to go back and turn Baron Melon and his men into serfs, making them work as bricklayers for the rest of their lives without paying a penny.

Ron wasn't in a good mood after returning from the slave market.

However, starting from the second day, Ron didn't have time to go out for a stroll anymore.

One after another, lords came to visit, wanting to establish a relationship with Ron, the newly rising earl.

They didn't come empty-handed; the things they brought were worth a hundred or two hundred gold dragons. Ron could earn over a thousand a day just by sitting there, which felt really good.

Especially now that I've gotten to know so many lords, I won't need anyone to guide me when I go to fight them in the future—it's a win-win situation.

Ron also took the opportunity to visit Marquis Mammon, and just took a gift from among the gifts brought by the barons.

He hadn't forgotten that the old man had once written him letters that subtly threatened him.

He pretended to be very amiable during this meeting, and even tried to win Ron over.

But is Ron the kind of person who would switch allegiances so easily?

You're underestimating Ron.

Until he saw Marquis Mammon's daughter-in-law, Ron's stance was always on the side of Marquis Cologne.

Elena has already invested in it.