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

After the hunt, Margaret didn't rush back to her territory. Instead, she found a deserted island and lay down on a rock.

She let out a burp:

"Hooray~ That feels so good, I'm finally full."

Seeing that Margaret looked terribly hungry, Ron couldn't help but speak up:

"I don't blame you for eating so much, but do you know how long you slept?"

A full fifteen months!

You told me before that it would take three to five months at most, which is completely unreliable.

Margaret chuckled sheepishly.

"Oh dear, I slept for just as long last time. I don't even know how many days passed, I'm just guessing."

Ron sighed and didn't want to say anything more to this stupid dragon.

If she were smart, she wouldn't have been able to discover for so long that Ron had kept most of the original solution hidden.

Being stupid has its advantages.

Changing the subject, Ron became curious about Margaret's abilities:

"So, have you broken through yet?" Ron asked expectantly.

When it came to strength, Margaret proudly raised her head:

"Hehe, of course!"

Standing before you now is the great silver dragon—Your Majesty Margaret.

I order you to send ten maids to polish my scales, and ten more to roast meat.

No, I want you to grill the meat and feed it to me yourself.

Ron's face darkened as Margaret's words became increasingly outrageous.

He channeled his fighting spirit, jumped up, and struck Margaret on the knee.

Margaret wondered what this naughty little man was up to.

Why are you touching her knee?

Seeing Margaret's puzzled look, Ron quickly changed the subject:

"So, now that you're an adult, have you acquired any new skills?"

"Skills? Does the stronger breath count? As for the others, I feel like my physique and magic power have increased several times over, but nothing else has changed."

"Sigh, there's no comparison," Ron sighed.

Dragons are inherently powerful, so powerful that they don't need anything else to accompany them.

With just their strong physique and high magic attribute, they can crush their opponents.

The key is that they have long lifespans; if they weren't so few in number, there wouldn't be any other races to contend with.

Let's just rename it Dragon Realm.

After a detailed conversation with Margaret, Ron finally managed to glean some useful information.

Margaret learned from her inherited memories that they too could learn magic, and that dragons generally had excellent talent.

A high-magic physique is well-suited for learning magic, but dragons are too lazy to learn it.

Magic is so complex that even after studying it for years, all you can do is conjure a fireball, which isn't even as powerful as a dragon's basic breath attack.

However, after hearing this, Ron had an idea: he could skip learning other magic.

You have to learn Transfiguration!!

Ron is a dragon knight, he can't be unworthy of the title.

That would be deceiving the readers.

How can this be allowed?

As expected, Ron made this request to Margaret, who glanced at him sideways.

"Snapped!"

Margaret twitched her tail, sending Ron flying.

"Hmph! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you little devil."

I'm not that easily fooled.

Fortunately, Ron was physically strong and was not seriously injured; he flew back on his own.

He said with an innocent look:

"You've misunderstood me. Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

I'm doing this all for your own good. Look at you, you're still living in the wilderness, and you only have a few maids to serve you.

"If they're making you learn Transfiguration, they're just hoping you'll move into a castle and live a life of luxury every day."

"Really?" Margaret asked with a doubtful look.

"Of course it's true. Think about it, I can't beat you, so why would I have any ulterior motives towards you?"

Margaret thought so too; it seemed she had truly misunderstood the little man.

He is not a bad person.

However, she quickly came up with a way to make amends to Ron.

Margaret quietly called Ron to her side and instructed him to circulate his battle qi.

The two men's fighting spirits merged, creating a mutual support system.

Ron had cultivated in this way before, and his cultivation speed was extremely fast, with almost no bottlenecks.

Margaret has now reached level three, while Ron's fighting spirit is still stuck at level one.

This training allowed Ron to directly cross the threshold of becoming a Grand Knight, with almost no obstacles whatsoever.

After several cycles, Ron stabilized his cultivation level.

A second-tier Grand Knight, done!

Open your eyes.

Ron hugged Margaret and started kissing her passionately.

"You're my treasure! I'll never take your serum again."

Margaret had never experienced anything like this before, and was momentarily caught off guard by Ron's sneak attack.

Direct red temperature.

The steam rising from above refracted a small rainbow in the sunlight.

Ron should know when to stop, lest he get whipped away by a tail again.

He was too excited and said the wrong thing; he regretted it as soon as he said it.

Let's be fair from now on, splitting it 50/50.

Ron made up his mind.

After waiting for a while without any movement, Ron looked up.

Margaret had her head tucked under her wings, too afraid to look at Ron.

It seems they didn't notice Ron's slip of the tongue just now.

Thank goodness.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

But looking at Margaret's expression, it's clear there's hope.

We must not expose her now; we must avoid the topic and prevent her from becoming angry.

Otherwise, Ron would get another beating, and the thought made Ron uneasy.

"Hmph, you want to hit me? You'll get what's coming to you later. I'll make you vomit white ink."

Ron tried to appear indifferent:

"Ahem, Margaret, it's getting late, we should head back."

"Take a rest for the next couple of days; we'll be taking action in a few days."

Margaret took a while to peek out from under her wing, too embarrassed to look at Ron.

On their way back, Margaret suddenly lost control several times and was about to fall into the sea.

Even so, Ron didn't dare to utter a single word of blame.

As the sun set, the two of them flew back to the valley, stumbling and falling along the way.

Without further provoking Margaret, Ron bid her farewell and rode back to the castle.

After Ron left, Margaret stuck her head out again and stared blankly at his departing figure.

Territory Castle.

The first thing Ron did upon returning was to gather his men.

Now that Margaret had advanced to level three, he stopped pretending.

he.

Ron Broccoli! He's changing his name!

They haven't caused any trouble for over a year.

This pioneering land is too peaceful.

Ron decided to put some pressure on these lords, as a congratulatory gift from them to Ron's coronation.

In the council chamber, the fireplace no longer needed to be lit; the warm spring breeze blew in through the windows, carrying the scent of earth and grass.

Laun, Hart, Abaddon, and Perrin have all arrived.

Ron sat down in the main seat, glanced around, and spoke in a calm but authoritative tone:

"Everyone, after a year and a half of rest, it's time to get back to work."

The council chamber fell silent for a moment, then a chorus of agreement broke out.

"My lord, you've finally decided to take action!"

"My lord, my great club is already itching for more!"

"We need to teach these surrounding territories a lesson; they even dared to block our caravans from passing before."

......

"Sir," Laun asked, "who should we attack first?"

Ron waved his hand to silence the murmurs:

"It's not about attacking someone first, but about letting them know who the true masters of this land are!!"