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

Another three months passed.

Ron stood by the window, looking at the spring scenery outside.

Most of the snow had melted, and tender green shoots were sprouting in the fields. Several large dogs were chasing each other around the yard.

Elise's child is a month old and has been named Nolan.

The little one was more boisterous than Shirley, and her crying was loud enough to be heard throughout the entire castle.

Every time Ron visited him, his ears would ring from the sound of his crying. But undeniably, holding that soft little thing filled his heart.

In the council chamber of River Reach Castle, Perrin was reporting to Ron with an account book in hand.

Ron sat in the main seat, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. The tea had gone cold, and he hadn't drunk much of it.

"Last year, the number of serfs increased by 12,000, and farmland expanded by 30,000 mu. Port tax revenue increased by 40% compared to the previous year, and caravans made six trips to the south..." Perrin turned a page.

"Total territory income: 114,000 gold dragons."

Ron nodded and turned to Laun: "What about the Knights?"

Laun continued, "The full strength of the Knights Order is five hundred men, with three hundred low-ranking knights as squires, one hundred and eighty mid-ranking knights, and twenty high-ranking knights."

The number of ordinary soldiers remains at three thousand, their training has never stopped, and their equipment is complete.

Ron hummed in agreement.

This was the result of him not supplying the original liquid at full capacity for more than a year, but he still managed to screen all the eligible serfs in the territory.

Those selected for the Knights Order are all quite talented. With full training and practice, they can basically become low-ranking squires after a year or two.

Those who excelled could reach the intermediate level, but unfortunately, no monster like Abaddon has emerged since.

These people are in much better condition than Ron's predecessor.

All I can say is that the effects of the original solution are simply too incredible.

Ron himself went from being a mid-level knight squire to a high-level knight in less than two months.

It didn't even take half a year to reach Level 1.

In addition to what Lauen mentioned, the territory's Tier 1 combat power has also increased by a few people.

Erin, Gray, and even more unexpectedly, Selena.

(You all said that letting it go was a bit too much, so I changed it.)

This woman's talent is truly remarkable. After Ron confirmed that she was alright, he also had her swear allegiance.

With the addition of undiluted serum and ample potions, he became a full-fledged knight in just two years.

After taking stock of last year's harvest from the territory, Ron went to the study alone.

He just sensed something stirring in the soul contract.

The feeling was indescribable, like a plucked string coming from the depths of the soul, causing a slight tremor.

Ron suddenly froze.

A flash of white light, and he entered the small garden.

Margaret hadn't opened her eyes yet, but the aura around her had changed.

It was no longer a dark silver-gray, but a light, flowing silver-white light, like moonlight shining on a lake, with ripples spreading out in circles.

Her breathing was faster than before, no longer the almost imperceptible slowness, but with a certain rhythm, like the prelude to a war drum.

Wake up soon!!

Ron did not leave the small garden that day.

He sat beside Margaret, his eyes closed, sensing the fluctuations emanating from the other end of the soul contract.

The fluctuations grew stronger and stronger, like the rising tide, one wave higher than the next.

In the middle of the night, Margaret's body began to glow. It was not the soft halo of before, but a blazing, dazzling silvery-white light that illuminated the entire small garden as if it were daytime.

Ron stood up and took a few steps back.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and Margaret's body began to change. Her scales rose up one by one, then closed up again, each one becoming larger, thicker, and denser.

Her body was stretching out while she was asleep, as if breaking through some kind of limitation, and now it is growing rapidly.

The sound of bones breaking came from inside her body, cracking and snapping, like tree branches being broken.

He stood at the edge of the light, watching it all, his heart pounding like a drum.

I don't know how much time passed—it could have been a few minutes, or it could have been an hour.

The light suddenly dimmed.

Everything returned to calm.

Margaret lay there, in the same position as before, but differently.

The invisible pressure emanating from her was more than twice as strong as before.

Dragon's Might.

Ron could feel it, like a mountain pressing down on his shoulders, making it hard for him to breathe. But thankfully, with the soul contract in place, the oppressive feeling wasn't directed at him, it was just an aftereffect.

Margaret's eyelids twitched.

Then she opened her eyes.

The blue pupils were deeper and brighter than before, like two polished sapphires.

She looked at Ron, her pupils slowly focusing, and then a familiar voice rang in his mind:

"A naughty little devil?"

"it's me."

Ron crouched down and reached out to touch the bridge of her nose. This time, the scales were warm, like stones warmed by the sun.

"How long have I been asleep?" Margaret's voice was still a little groggy.

"It's been almost a year and a half."

"So long..."

Margaret blinked, and then the tip of her tail twitched slightly.

"I'm so hungry!!"

Ron smiled. He stood up, took a large wooden box from his bracelet, and opened it. Inside were neatly stacked bottles of the original solution—all the wealth he had accumulated.

"Eat."

Margaret stuck out her tongue, scooped up a bunch, and swallowed the bottle whole. Bottle after bottle, she ate very quickly, but Ron noticed her brow furrow slightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Not enough," Margaret said in a muffled voice.

"And it doesn't stifle my hunger; I want to eat meat."

Ron was taken aback.

You can't eat the stock solution as a meal, but even this much stock solution isn't enough.

Margaret seemed to need a lot of energy after waking up, and Ron didn't say a word.

After leaving the small garden, he rode to the valley and released Margaret.

As soon as Margaret came out, she stretched her whole body.

Only then did Ron have time to carefully observe her changes.

Its body length has increased by nearly half again, reaching almost fifty meters, and its wingspan can cover half the sky.

Her neck was longer, her limbs thicker, and her claws hooked. Most striking of all were her horns—she used to have only two, but now she had grown a second pair at the back, making her look even more ferocious.

Her eyes were different now. They were still blue, but deep within the pupils there was a layer of gold, like gold threads embedded in a sapphire.

"Hurry up and get on!"

Margaret called out anxiously to Ron, she was so hungry she could hardly stand it.

Ron quickly mounted it.

Margaret spread her wings and gave a powerful flap. Then she soared into the sky.

It headed straight for the northern sea area.

Ron hasn't been to this area of ​​the sea for a long time.

After Margaret fell into a deep sleep, he remained in his territory, leaving all hunting to his subordinates. If it weren't for the previous stockpile of knights, he wouldn't have been able to support so many.

Margaret was even more unscrupulous this time; she was now an adult dragon.

There are very few threats to her in this world, and she is absolutely certain that she can save her life in a one-on-one situation.

Margaret plunged directly into the seabed; her speed made it virtually impossible for any monster she saw to escape.

A group of saw sharks, which Margaret devoured one by one, with two still in her hand.

Those below, finding manual labor too troublesome, simply unleashed their Frosty Dragon Breath.

When encountering Margaret's magical beasts, whether they are first-tier or second-tier, they are instantly turned into popsicles.

She bit it into pieces, like eating a shaved ice.

Seeing Margaret's current fighting power, Ron felt that even if he became a level two fighter, he wouldn't last a single move against her.

The hunt continues.

Margaret only picked up the monsters that had reached the higher ranks to eat; the rest of the creatures that were frozen by dragon breath were given to Ron.

Ron threw these frozen ice sculptures into the Demon Refining Pot to refine them, but the refining speed was almost too fast.

He had no choice but to take out the energy stones and stuff them one by one into the Demon Refining Pot to accelerate the refining process. The light from the energy stones flickered and then went out, turning into a pile of white powder.

Layers of primordial liquid slowly accumulated within the Demon Refining Pot's space.

Margaret moved from one sea area to another, basically relocating whenever it became difficult to find rank-one magical beasts in a particular area.

They no longer cared whether they would encounter monsters like the giant octopus from last time.

And so it went on for a whole day.

It finally stopped in the evening.

Margaret ate food that was dozens of times larger than her body.

I drank an unknown number of bottles of the concentrated solution in between.

(Still 4,000 words today, I'll finish making the map later.)

Finally, I've reached 300,000 words! The book's readership has been consistently low, probably due to the "resting" period before writing. However, this is my first book, and I will continue writing.

Also, after this book made it onto the new book list, it received a lot of negative reviews, so I'm finally asking for some positive feedback here. Please help me get it five stars. Thank you, brothers!