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Ron couldn't tell Margaret the truth, so he had no choice but to accept it reluctantly.

He still needs to arrange for people to continue performing this play.

They truly brought this upon themselves.

These past two years.

Margaret has also changed quite a bit.

Its size had increased significantly since its breakthrough, making it resemble a small, silvery-white mountain when it lay on the ground. The color of its scales was even brighter, reflecting light directly.

Ron was dazzled several times, but Margaret was quite pleased with it.

I'm taking better and better care of her scales; sometimes I have to soak in hot springs twice a day.

He had seen Margaret soaking in the hot springs. In the steamy pools of the Dragon Castle, she lay in the water, only half her head and nostrils showing, bubbling away.

The maids said that after she took a bath, her scales were so shiny they could be used as a mirror.

Ron had a hunch that this bright silver scale armor wasn't for use in battle.

The moment you move, your opponent is blinded by the flash, and then you can take the opportunity to attack.

It's really possible.

In terms of strength, she has everything a level three dragon should have, and the power of her breath is 30% stronger than when she first advanced.

Furthermore, their physical condition improved rapidly under the cultivation of the original solution, with other manifestations including faster flight speed and more sensitive reactions.

If he were to fight the Brass Dragon again, he should be able to gain the upper hand.

But as for his personality...

I'm getting lazier and lazier.

Aside from going out to hunt monsters to replenish her supplies, she doesn't move an inch at all.

All the food had to be freshly baked and fed by the maids.

She wanted to sleep for twenty hours a day. Every time Ron went to see her, eight out of ten times she was sleeping, and the other two times she was soaking in the hot springs.

But Ron had no right to criticize her. He himself had been slacking off quite a bit over the past two years.

Once things were on track in the principality, he abandoned his duties and handed over all the miscellaneous matters to the Imperial Council.

He also told him not to bother him unless necessary.

The reasons given were also high-sounding and plausible.

As the pillar of the duchy and the primary fighting force in the frontier, he needs to focus his attention on cultivation.

This argument resonated with all the ministers of the court, and they genuinely felt that they couldn't see the Grand Duke every day.

The Grand Duke is truly cultivating himself.

Ron could only say: Cultivation? Cultivation my ass.

I wonder if he cheated!

After leaving Margaret's, Ron was secretly heartbroken.

"What a tragedy!!!"

However, there was some good news: Margaret was almost finished practicing the transformation magic he had acquired from the Magic Empire.

It won't be long before Dragon Girl is available to play.

Margaret will probably have white hair, or silver is fine too!

hehehehe...

Two months have passed since the auction ended.

In the past two months, Ron and Golden Anchor Bay made another deal, earning thousands of crystal cores.

This is even after he held back and didn't supply in large quantities.

Otherwise, he would really worry that someone would be jealous and take action, and his current size is just right.

The Knights' headquarters.

Ron has come here today on important business.

This year's graduates of the Knights Academy will officially join the Knights Order to serve the Grand Duke.

This Knight Academy was established with the help of the Magic Empire; Ron allowed them to set up a small magic academy.

Unexpectedly, the effect was excellent.

Nobles from several nearby settlements traveled great distances to enroll their children in schools, hoping to provide them with higher levels of magical training.

Ron thought it looked good, so he built a knight academy anyway.

Let the selected talented knight squires go in and get a brainwashing session first.

Other things like academy competitions, mission trials, and life-or-death assessments were also arranged.

Only those who pass the graduation examination can join the Knights.

The Knight Academy can now produce a fixed number of two thousand knights every year, although Ron's current resources can barely support it.

However, the original liquid is no longer distributed directly; it can only be obtained through various ranking rewards and task exchanges within the academy.

This allows us to better identify those who are more worthy of development.

Moreover, even if these people graduate and join the Knights, it doesn't mean they can let their guard down.

Every year, the Knights would send 20-30% of their members to the army to make room for newcomers.

This is how the Knights Order can grow stronger and stronger.

This knightly order has now been renamed the Silver Dragon Knights.

The Little Garden Knights still exist, but they are now reserved for the children inside.

The Silver Dragon Knights now number nearly five thousand.

These people all started as low-ranking knight squires, and most of them were still mid-ranking.

There are also nearly a hundred official knights inside.

Although they are all in the early stages of the first tier.

But their strength has already surpassed that of the Brass Family's Knights.

This is another reason why Ron can be a local tyrant in the frontier, besides Margaret.

On the training ground, thousands of graduating knights stood in neat rows.

They wore matching dark blue uniforms, with the Silver Dragon Knights insignia pinned to their chests, and stood ramrod straight. Sunlight shone on their young faces, a mixture of nervousness, anticipation, and excitement.

Ron walked up to the platform and glanced at the dark mass of people below.

He cleared his throat, amplified his fighting spirit, and his voice echoed throughout the entire training ground:

"I know who you are."

The training ground fell silent, and everyone looked up at him.

"Among you, some are the sons of serfs, some the sons of blacksmiths, and some the sons of barons."

But now that you're standing here, your past identities don't matter anymore.

From this day forward, you are knights of the Silver Dragon Knights.

"This identity will be your greatest honor."

Ron paused, his voice lowering:

"The Silver Dragon Knights don't care about origins or bloodlines; they only care about two things—strength and loyalty."

In terms of strength, within the Knights Order you will receive the best resources in the entire duchy for training, including potions of perseverance and powerful elven magic.

His gaze swept across the faces below:

"But loyalty..."

Ron tapped his finger on the silver dragon badge on his chest:

"Loyalty isn't just talk. It's proven through actions. On the battlefield, never retreat; obey orders; be loyal to me. Can you do that?"

A thousand people answered in unison on the drill ground, their voices deafening:

"It's possible!"

"I can't hear you," Ron shouted.

"I can do it!!!"

This time, the sound exploded like thunder over the training ground, shaking the flags.

Ron nodded:

"Alright, I accept your allegiance!"

"Remember that from this day forward, you are no longer anyone's sons or anyone's serfs."

You are knights of the Silver Dragon Knights. Your swords are wielded only for me; your lives belong only to me!

A moment of silence fell over the training ground, then the knights pressed their right fists to their chests and erupted in a deafening roar:

"loyalty!

loyalty!!

loyalty!!!"

The sounds rose in waves, lingering for a long time.

The Silver Dragon Knights' expansion speed was something other duchies dared not even dream of.

Their knightly orders were developed over decades or even centuries.

How could they be as simple and brutal as Ron, selecting directly from the serfs?

Ron stood on the high platform, and only after the noise subsided did he turn around and walk down the steps with satisfaction.

Laun followed behind him and whispered, "Your Highness, this batch of promising youngsters is indeed quite good. There are a few with exceptional talent, and I've already had them kept a close eye on them."

Ron nodded without stopping.

He walked to the edge of the training ground, where five people were standing.

Abbadon, Hart, Erin, Gray, and Selena are the five of them.

They were the original six official knights, and now they are only at the mid-stage of the first tier.

To be honest, we're already being overtaken by many promising young players.

Only Abaddon, relying on his physical advantages, has already reached the late stage of Tier 1 combat power.

If these people are surpassed later, Ron will remember their past relationship and let them return to their territory to be lords in peace.

I talked with them for a while longer.

Just then, a rider on a fast horse galloped in from outside the training ground.

The knight on horseback was covered in sweat, his armor splattered with mud and dry leaves. He reined in his horse, rolled off, and knelt on one knee before Ron, holding a roll of parchment in his hands.

"My lord! Urgent report from the north!"

Ron took the parchment, unfolded it, glanced at it, and frowned slightly.

Frost Giant?