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After the salt was sold, things were quiet in the territory for several days.

Perrin continued to wander around the five villages every day as usual.

He returned and reported to Ron, who listened and found that there was indeed nothing for him to worry about.

The sowing is finished, the wall is repaired, everything that needs to be built is being built, and everything that needs to grow is growing.

The serfs worked methodically, the guards drilled methodically, Palin kept the accounts clear, and Dick became much more obedient after being whipped.

If this continues, he, as the lord, will be just a figurehead, spending all his time in the manor.

"Sir, why don't you go out for a walk?" Laun saw through his thoughts.

"We've only briefly explored the territory once, and there are still many places we haven't thoroughly explored."

Ron nodded; it was time to go out for a walk.

By the way, we should also finalize the patrol team arrangements. We can't keep the guards holed up in the barracks training all the time; they need to get familiar with the territory.

He had Laun select fifteen clever guards, making a total of eighteen men including Gray, and provided them with plenty of dry rations and water bags.

The next morning, the group rode out of the manor.

Once outside the farm grounds, the terrain gradually became undulating, and Ron and his group struggled to make their way through the wilderness. There were no roads in the wilderness, so they could only follow the general direction.

The horses' hooves trod through the knee-high weeds, and occasionally a wild rabbit would dart across the nearby bushes, causing the horses to snort.

After walking north for two hours, a mixed forest came into view, with oak and pine trees mixed together. The forest was dark and gloomy, so we didn't rush in.

The group walked northwest along the edge of the woods, where the ground gradually began to slope.

There was a rustling sound from the bushes at the edge of the woods, and a few gray-green shadows flashed by.

It was a goblin, so I didn't dare come out.

Laun glanced at it: "These little things are everywhere, they don't amount to much, but they're annoying."

After walking for about an hour, the terrain became increasingly higher, and the view opened up.

Lauen reined in his horse and pointed to a faintly visible mountain ridge in the distance:

"My lord, that's the territory of Maolin Ridge. The lord there is a new lord who arrived three months earlier than us, and we haven't even met yet."

Ron gazed into the distance for a moment, but could only see sparse trees on the mountain ridge, with no smoke from cooking fires or signs of human presence.

"What about further north?"

"No man's land".

Laun pointed further north, "I've heard there are orc tribes active in the northern wilderness. All the northern frontiers are the same; if you want to expand, you can only fight your way north."

On the way back, we passed a depression where the reeds were taller than a person.

Ron's territory is indeed quite large, but unfortunately, what he needs most right now is manpower. He can only develop these places after the manor has completely established itself and there are enough serfs.

When the time comes, we'll send serfs here to establish farms and occupy the land first.

On the way back to the manor in the evening, there were about a dozen wild ducks on the horse. I shot them on the way and they were an extra meal for dinner.

Another day, they headed west.

As you walk upstream along the Qingshui River, the river's width varies.

Traveling in the wilderness is not like traveling on a main road. In some places, the grass is waist-deep, and in others, there are piles of rocks, making it difficult for the horses to walk.

After traveling for two hours, they came to a riverbank. Suddenly, Laue reined in his horse, dismounted, and squatted on the bank, watching for a long time.

"Sir, this is a shallow area," he said, pointing to the river.

"The water flows slowly, and the riverbed is made of pebbles, so you can wade across."

Ron dismounted and walked to the riverbank, looking in the direction Laun was pointing. In the grass on the opposite bank, there was a worn path leading directly to the river.

"There are signs that people frequently pass by on the other side."

Waterfront property!!

Ron stared at the path for a long time.

Why are Boris's men scouting this area for no reason?

"Make a note of the location. Once the patrol team is formed, they should patrol this area frequently."

Laun responded, took out a charcoal pencil from his pocket, and made a mark on the map.

The day I headed southwest, the sky was overcast, with a few raindrops falling occasionally.

After walking southwest for more than ten miles, the terrain became more open.

In the wilderness, you can only rely on the sun to find your way, and today there was no sun, making it even more difficult to walk. Laun stopped every now and then to check the surrounding landmarks and make sure he hadn't gone astray.

In the distance, you can see a lowland shrouded in moisture; that's the edge of the swamp.

"My lord, once you cross that swamp, you'll reach the territory of Green Lake."

Laun pointed into the distance: "Baron Austin's port is over there."

Ron looked at the swamp. The reeds were so dense that the water was completely obscured, and occasionally a bird would be startled and take flight from within.

Walking east along the edge of the swamp, you pass through a mixed forest. This place is slightly higher, and there are many wild grapevines entwined in the forest, with some withered wild grapes hanging on the vines, clearly neglected.

Ron stopped the group to catch their breath. He dismounted and strolled casually along the edge of the woods.

Grapevines were climbing everywhere, some twining around withered trees, some spreading on the ground. He casually parted a clump of drooping vines to see if there was a path behind it.

Something moved under the vines.

He looked down and saw a plump worm crawling under a large grape leaf.

It is entirely purplish-red with dark stripes on its back. Upon closer inspection, those stripes resemble bunches of grapes.

It was about the thickness of an adult's thumb, huddled on the back of a leaf, seemingly startled by the sudden light.

Ron's heart skipped a beat, but his movements remained steady.

He gently reached out and pinched the insect from under the leaf.

The little thing struggled a few times in his palm, making a soft, humming sound.

After struggling for a while, seeing that she couldn't escape, she gradually stopped moving. Instead, she raised her head and stared at him with her two tiny black eyes, her mouth moving slightly.

Laun had somehow gotten closer, and after seeing what it was, his pupils constricted sharply. He lowered his voice and said:

"My lord... a spirit insect?"

Ron nodded, examining the insect in his hand. The little thing's mouth was still moving, as if it were sniffing something.

He took out a small piece of jade from his pocket and handed it to the elf insect's mouth.

The little insect, smelling the aroma, immediately perked up, wriggling and hugging the jade, then lowering its head to gnaw on it. The crunching sounds were delicate and crisp, and it was completely absorbed in eating.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ron bit his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood onto the insect. The blood drop landed on its back and instantly seeped in.

The elven insect paused for a moment, looked up at Ron, then lowered its head to continue gnawing on the jade.

But Ron could already vaguely sense it, like there was a little creature that couldn't speak but knew whether it was hungry or happy.

After signing the contract, Ron learned that the grape spirit insect was an agricultural spirit insect, but Ron was not disappointed.

After it finished gnawing on the small jade stone, Ron was able to free his hands to go find the Elf Insect Grass.

Not far away, a vine as thick as a thumb crawled across the ground, its color darker than the other grapevines, with a finger-length bud on it.

This is cordyceps. It's a companion plant of the insect spirit and must be taken along with it when transplanting.

Ron pulled out his dagger and carefully dug down the vine, pulling out the cordyceps along with the soil around its roots. He wrapped it in a prepared damp cloth and handed it to Ron.

"Hold it steady, don't let it bounce."

Laun took it with both hands, as if holding some fragile treasure.

After the worm finished eating the jade, it felt a sense of closeness to Ron. It crawled up his fingers to the back of his hand, then to his palm, and finally curled up into a ball and remained still. Ron gently placed it in the jade box and carefully kept it close to his body.

"Let's go back to the manor."

After returning to the manor, Ron settled the elf insects and instructed Perrin to prepare the farmland he had previously reserved to plant cordyceps.