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Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Silver Principality has been recuperating and resting for the past two years, and its productivity has basically recovered.

And everyone knows that there are dragon knights stationed here, compared to other pioneering territories.

Orcs also know right from wrong.

They didn't dare to tackle this tough challenge.

Occasionally, a few foolish small groups of orcs would be dealt with by the front-line lords and border troops, so there was no need for conscription.

There was no major unrest externally, and no lord within the duchy dared to cause trouble.

The tax revenue of the Silver Duchy has increased significantly again, leaving a considerable surplus each year, so Ron no longer needs to subsidize it.

Inside the palace, by the swimming pool.

Summer sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves, scattering a shower of golden light across the water's surface.

Several potted tropical plants were placed around the pool, their large leaves swaying gently in the breeze, adding a touch of exoticism to the courtyard.

Ron was wearing only shorts and lying on a wicker beach chair, with a parasol providing just the right amount of shade from the warm sun.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was even, and the muscle lines on his chest were faintly visible in the interplay of light and shadow.

Two animal-eared girls dressed in revealing swimsuits were beside him. One knelt behind him, massaging his shoulders and neck, while the other squatted beside him, feeding him fruit.

The washed grapes are put into your mouth, and with a gentle bite, the juice bursts out, and the sweet fruity aroma spreads throughout your mouth.

Ron reached out and stroked the little rabbit's tail with a contented look; it was soft and fluffy.

The rabbit-eared girl's cheeks flushed red, her ears twitched, and she lowered her head, almost dropping the grapes in her hand onto his face.

The fox-eared girl giving the massage was much more enthusiastic, with her eyes sparkling and her smile alluring.

She proactively switched to two different massage tools and gently pressed on Ron's temples with just the right amount of pressure.

Its tail swayed gently behind it, and its fur was fiery red.

This is life!

After working so hard for so long, isn't the point of becoming a Grand Duke just to enjoy life?

The origins of these animal-eared girls are a long story.

In the past two years, Ron had nothing to do, so he and Margaret trained in combination techniques and randomly attacked an orc city.

The orc leader over there was in pain and sent over several beast-eared girls to beg for mercy.

Ron didn't stand on ceremony and accepted the money, letting go of the perceptive orc chieftain before turning back to bully the other tribes.

Later, the tribal chiefs somehow learned of Ron's "hobby" and sent him all the beast-eared girls.

There were twenty people in total, representing various races, including cat ears, rabbit ears, fox ears, and wolf ears. They were all pure and beautiful girls with exceptional looks.

The leaders even stated bluntly: "We give them gifts every year!!"

This made Ron a little embarrassed to continue fighting them, but training had to continue.

Ron then set his sights on the wild boar tribe, the hippo tribe, and other tribes that were considered ugly.

These tribes were really unlucky; the number of people they were training with suddenly decreased so much that Ron could only watch over them and take turns messing with them.

The experts from these tribes have been covered in bruises for the past two years; they're either bedridden or have swollen, bruised faces.

They were truly bullied terribly.

Fortunately, Ron did not kill these leaders, otherwise it might have really caused a rebellion in these tribes.

Ron's personal strength has also reached the mid-stage of level two, and his physique has reached the peak of level two life, which is comparable to many magical beasts.

His cultivation speed is really fast; he has made further progress in just a few years since entering the second level.

A level two Grand Knight has a lifespan of five hundred years.

Even with great talent, it's quite normal to stay at this stage for decades.

He is now completely under the influence of the Dragon Knight and the original liquid; otherwise, even with a sufficient supply of potions, it wouldn't have been possible to achieve this so quickly.

Just as Ron was enjoying the services of the beast-eared girl, a maid approached, stopped by the pool, and bowed slightly:

"Your Highness, the auction is about to begin. Lady Elise has asked you not to forget to go."

Ron peeled off the cucumber slices from his eyes, only then remembering that he had this scheduled appointment.

Two years ago, after Ron handed over the Mercenary Guild to the pink-haired girl, he decided to keep Elise busy as well.

So they found her a job too, to set up the duchy's auctions and chambers of commerce.

With the Knight's Perseverance Potion as their flagship product, supporting an auction shouldn't be too difficult.

Especially in the last two years, the reputation of the Knight's Perseverance Potion has spread far and wide.

Everyone knows this is—

The strongest pioneer in the frontier, the dragon knight, the leader of a dragon-raising family, the favored one of knightly glory, the pioneer, the creator of the wasteland order, the supreme monarch of the Silver Duchy, and the ruler of the River Bend.

Ron Silver's exclusive secret medicine.

Once, an earl's heir saw that Ron had become a dragon knight at a young age, so he gritted his teeth and spent a lot of money to buy two bottles from the Silver Merchant Guild to try it out.

Unexpectedly, the medicine was quite effective.

It directly enabled him to break through the realm he had been stuck in for many years and enter the formal knight stage.

This immediately made the Knight's Perseverance Potion famous, and even though it cost one Tier 1 crystal core per bottle, the nobles were scrambling to buy it.

They are reluctant to spend money on their subordinates, but they are very willing to spend money on themselves.

Seeing how well the potion was selling, Ron instructed the merchant guild to limit its purchases.

Scarcity drives up value; just repackage it and put it on auction!

This one change revitalized the auction; otherwise, an auction would need years of reputation to attract people.

Now that the auction has started, a large number of nobles have arrived in Silver City ten days in advance.

It brought a lot of vitality to the city, making it almost as lively as the Violet Sea City auction that Ron had attended before.

Ron entered the venue through a side door and went up the stairs to the second floor. The corridor was covered with thick carpets, making it feel completely silent underfoot.

Two servants stood at the door of the private room. When they saw Ron, they bowed and opened the door.

The private room wasn't large, but it was tastefully decorated. There was a long table, several high-backed chairs, and tea, snacks, and fruit laid out on the table. In the corner, a censer of incense burned, its faint fragrance mingling with the noise from the auction hall, creating a strange sense of excitement.

Elise was already there. She was wearing a deep purple dress that reached her ankles, with a silver belt around her waist that perfectly accentuated her figure.

Her hair was pulled back, revealing two pearl earrings on her earlobes, which shimmered softly in the light. She was standing in front of the one-way mirror, looking at the audience, when she heard the door open and turned around.

"You're here?"

"Hmm." Ron walked over and sat down next to her. "How is it?"

"It's quite lively." Elise smiled slightly and pointed to the audience below the stage.

"The price you set has been more than doubled by them!!"

Moreover, with the large number of items you sent, the auction, apart from the main item being the Perseverance Potion, still maintained a high standard.

The nobles who had originally come solely for the Knight's Perseverance Potion were also very interested in the other items, resulting in very few items going unsold.

Ron followed her gaze. The hall was packed, with nobles, merchants, and envoys dressed in various attire whispering among themselves.

All the private rooms are occupied; the lowest rank that has arrived is an earl.

According to Elise, there were a few people among them with special identities, wearing badges of different countries on their chests.

They all came for the willpower potion.