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Therefore, even if Ron's mental strength improves, he can only be a pseudo-magician.

He was being asked to learn elemental theories comparable to mathematics and physics—the construction of spell models, the frequency of elemental resonance, and the stability of mental energy output.

Let's spare him.

If you can become stronger by taking drugs, why torture yourself like this?

If all else fails, he still has Margaret.

All he needs to do is improve his mental strength and learn a spell to defend against mental attacks and illusions.

I'm learning this just in case, to avoid being tricked by some shady magician.

Under normal circumstances, there is no need to worry at all. After reaching Level 1 Life, all attributes will improve.

It would be a gross underestimation of a strong person to let an apprentice exploit their weaknesses.

The second function is a small garden space.

Its simplest function is that it has a large space, which can store things and people. Later on, it can be used as a small world.

Ron has only just begun to develop its subtle, pervasive effect of loyalty.

When the space gets bigger in the future, it can definitely accommodate some children.

Having grown up there for over a decade, I'll probably be craving onion and oranges every day from now on!

This is more reliable than taking in orphans; you don't have to worry about them developing ulterior motives at any time.

Cultivate more of them; treat potions and elixirs like water.

If we lay a good foundation for them from a young age, those with good talent might be able to break through to become official knights when they grow up.

This will be his core team for robberies from now on.

No, it wasn't robbery; it was about protecting the security of the principality.

Ron thought it over and it seemed more and more plausible, so he prepared to tell Palin to find a group of such children as soon as possible.

The maids inside were also idle, spending all day tending to the flowers and plants, almost to the point of boredom.

Go see the children!

In the small garden, Margaret was sleeping while hugging her crystal core.

Its silvery-white scales gleamed faintly in the dim light. Its body was coiled up, its tail draped over the ground. She clutched the pile of crystal cores tightly in her arms, like a hen protecting her eggs.

Even though Ron had far more wealth than Margaret after the robbery, he still felt an urge to hide two of them every time he saw them.

That's not greed, it's instinct.

Just as dragons are naturally drawn to shiny things, Ron felt he might have caught it too.

Sure enough, before Ron had been watching for long, Margaret opened one eye as if she had sensed something.

Upon seeing that it was Ron, she stared at him warily for a couple of breaths, then used her tail to completely cover the crystal core. The movement was quick and efficient, as if she had rehearsed it countless times.

Then she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Ron was speechless. Was it really necessary to be so wary of him?

I'm your dragon knight, your most trusted partner! You bastard!!

What about the bond between us?

Is there not even a shred of trust left?

Didn't I only take three, four, five, six, seven, or eight last time? Why do I have to remember for so long?

He muttered to himself, but a smile remained on his face.

He walked up to Margaret and said with an awkward smile:

"Hey Longlong, I've been busy building your Dragon Castle lately and I'm a bit short on cash. How about you lend me some crystal cores to spend?"

I promise, next time I rob someone, I'll pay you back double, how about that? Pretty good deal, right?

To everyone's surprise, Margaret didn't even lift her eyelids, her breathing remained steady, and her tail covered the crystal core even more completely.

She had already fallen for that excuse once before.

A wise dragon will not fall twice in the same place.

In her inherited memory, there is an ancient proverb: "Human sweet talk is more dangerous than dragon breath."

She didn't understand before, but now she does.

Seeing that this trick had failed, Ron's eyes darted around and another idea popped into his head.

He leaned against Margaret's foreleg, looked up at her closed eyes, and said mysteriously:

"Longlong, aren't you curious where all that money I had went?"

Upon hearing this, Margaret immediately perked up her ears; she knew all too well how much Ron had looted this time. The gold coins alone filled several warehouses.

He received far less than what he claimed was a 50/50 split, but even so, his wealth more than doubled.

Seeing that Margaret was intrigued, Ron leaned closer mysteriously, lowered his voice, as if sharing a huge secret:

"The duchy is going to establish a bank. It will pay interest every year, and everyone in the duchy will deposit money into it."

When Ron saw Margaret, she was still puzzled. Fearing she wouldn't understand, he didn't beat around the bush:

Do you know what this means?

We can use their savings to invest, which is called making money with other people's wealth. There's even a more sophisticated professional term for it: finance.

The other duchies' grand dukes are making a fortune from this; their beds are made of gold.

Margaret was skeptical, her blue eyes filled with question marks:

"Really?"

"Of course it's true! Palin made the plan overnight, look." Ron took out a thick roll of parchment from his ring and unfolded it.

The document was covered with numbers, including profit calculations, fund flows, and risk control measures, and it was also stamped with the principality's seal.

Margaret looked at it for a long time but didn't understand it, though she felt it made sense.

Ron quickly intensified his offensive: "Building this bank requires an initial investment. If I hadn't used all my money to build Dragon Castle for you, I wouldn't be so short on cash."

But this is definitely a great project; only the two of us in the entire duchy can do it. I always think of you when something good happens.

His voice was sincere and earnest, and coupled with his young and handsome face, anyone who saw him would feel that he genuinely cared about his partner.

Margaret was initially interested, but when she saw that she had to invest money first, she hesitated.

Each of her crystal cores was painstakingly collected; some were brought from deserted islands, some were obtained from hunting magical beasts, and some were given to her by Ron.

Each one holds its own memory, and she couldn't bear to part with them.

"I'll throw in a little to try it out first."

She pulled out a few small crystal cores from under her tail and handed them to Ron: "That's all."

"No problem!" Ron said with a big smile as he took the crystal core.

When his fingertips touched Margaret's cold scales, he felt her slight tremor—a pain as if her flesh were being torn apart.

A few days later, Ron delivered the profits: a small bag of crystal cores, double the amount from before.

"How about it? I wasn't lying to you, was I?" Ron smiled like a fox, the curve of his lips just right.

Margaret's eyes lit up when Ron handed her the crystal cores.

She poured out the crystal cores and counted them twice. The more she counted, the more confused she became, and the faster her heart beat.

Doubled? And it's only been a few days.

She had lived on the island for decades, and that was all the wealth she had accumulated.

At this rate, it won't be long before she surpasses Ron.

Then, for some unknown reason, her breathing became somewhat rapid.

Her chest heaved, and her tail began to wag gently—a signature gesture of her excitement.

"Ron, I want to invest more..."

Her voice carried a hint of urgency, and her blue eyes shone like two lamps.

"No problem, I'm also planning to put more in."

Currently, only a bank has been built in Oak City; later, one will be built in every city throughout the duchy. Then, even more money will come in.

Just think about it, the entire principality deposits their money with us, and we use that money to invest, lend, and do business. Money makes money, interest compoundes, and we can count money without lifting a finger.

Margaret was so excited by his words that she could already picture herself swimming in a sea of ​​gold coins.

She had originally planned to invest one-tenth of her investment, but after hearing Ron's words, she decided to add another sum.

"Then I'll put in one-fifth." Her voice trembled slightly as she said this.

Ron was overjoyed to see Margaret's actions.

Another small garden for crystal nucleus expansion has appeared.

He remained expressionless, even deliberately frowning as if he were worried that the risk was too great for Margaret.

But his hand had already reached out and steadily took the half-pile of crystal cores.

Ron continued to operate on this basis, and Margaret's returns increased with each investment, with the amount she invested becoming larger and larger each time.

When her profits tripled, Margaret had completely let her guard down.

When her profits increased fivefold, she began to regret that she had been too conservative earlier.

Ron then "casually" revealed that several nobles were also preparing to invest, but places were limited and would be allocated on a first-come, first-served basis.

Margaret pushed out the last batch of crystal cores without hesitation.

They finally managed to swindle Margaret out of her entire savings.