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The frost giant, Han Yue, couldn't take it anymore; how could it be so torturous?

After the treatment is completed and the patient is healed, the treatment can be repeated.

It goes on and on, endlessly.

He's truly backed down now, thinking that as long as he can escape Margaret's clutches...

There's nothing wrong with being a dog for humans.

Moreover, he swore that he had absolutely no intention of running away.

If his escape fails or he is caught, the consequences are something he truly cannot afford.

This is the scene that Ron was faced when he entered the small garden again.

The frost giants saw him as if he were their living father.

He cried out to Ron:

"Master, I am willing to surrender. Please accept me."

The burly man, over six meters tall, looked as aggrieved as a child, his face covered in snot and tears.

His blue and white skin was covered with layers of old and new wounds, some scabbed over, others still oozing blood.

When Margaret saw that the giant still dared to misbehave, she whipped Han Yue away with her tail.

His body skillfully curled into a ball in mid-air and fell.

Margaret continued to spin, like juggling a ball.

It would occasionally roll around with its paws.

Ron's lips twitched involuntarily, but he still gestured for Margaret to stop, as he wanted to ask her questions.

Margaret snorted, reluctantly retracted her tail, and lay down again.

But his eyes were still fixed on Han Yue, ready to draw again at any moment.

Han Yue landed on the ground, trembling all over. He didn't dare to get up and just lay there, looking up at Ron with his pale blue eyes filled with fear and fawning.

Ron walked over and looked at him:

"I ask, you answer, do you understand?"

Han Yue nodded vigorously, tears and snot streaming down his face, but he dared not utter a sound until Ron asked him.

Ron also found it amusing; Margaret really had a knack for this, how come he hadn't noticed it before?

"Answer a few questions first. What's your name?"

"Frosty Peak, Ice Ridge!"

Which tribe?

"Ice Ridge Tribe. Deep in the Frostlands, near the Frozen Mountains."

"How many people? What's their strength?"

"There are about eight hundred clansmen, three hundred of whom are adult warriors. My younger brother, Han Shi, is at the late stage of the second tier. The four elders are also all at the second tier."

"I killed one, and there are three left. No, there are four left. There's also an Ice Priest in the tribe who is at the second tier..." His voice was a little nervous, and he stumbled over his words.

Why did you come here?

Han Yue gritted his teeth: "My father led a group out, but he was unlucky and encountered a level three mythical beast—a chimera. He couldn't escape back."

After his death, I should have inherited the position of tribal chief.

But Han Shi, taking advantage of my unpreparedness, joined forces with several elders to ambush me. I killed one elder and escaped severely wounded.

"Next, we will arrive at your territory, Master."

Ron stared at him for a few moments, as if trying to discern the truth or falsehood in his words.

"Do you want revenge?"

Han Yue's eyes lit up, and his voice trembled: "If you can help me reclaim my tribe, my life will belong to you, and I will never betray you for all eternity."

Ron sneered, stood up, and dusted off his knees.

"Don't worry yet!

It seems your time hasn't come yet.

Han Yue was stunned.

Ron turned to Margaret and said:

"Keep going. Don't kill yourself."

Margaret's eyes lit up, and her tail stood up again.

Han Yue's face turned pale instantly: "Master, I'm willing to submit! I'm willing!"

Ron did not turn around.

Han Yue looked at the giant dragon slowly approaching him and cried out in despair:

"Master, Master! You can't leave!"

What will I do if you leave? Waaah~

A scream of agony came from behind Han Yue, followed by the dull thud of Margaret's tail striking flesh.

Ron didn't pay any attention; with a flash of white light, he left the small garden.

When they returned to Rusty Wilderness Castle, Hart was already waiting in the hall.

He was wearing the uniform silver armor of the Silver Dragon Knights, stained with the blood of magical beasts. His face showed fatigue, but his eyes were bright.

When he saw Ron come in, he stood up and put his right fist against his chest.

"Your Excellency, the Silver Dragon Knights have completed their mission of expanding northward."

Ron sat down in the main seat and gestured for him to continue.

Hart unfolded a hand-drawn map and spread it on the table. The map was densely marked with advance routes, monster distribution, and resource points.

"In three days, they advanced 150 kilometers northward, with a width roughly the same as the Rusty Sands Wilderness."

Sixty-three first-tier magical beasts were killed, two second-tier magical beasts were hunted down, and the rest escaped.

This territory is no longer troubled by attacks from high-level magical beasts. All that's needed is for immigrants to come and develop it, and it will become the new territory of the duchy.

Ron nodded in satisfaction and then asked about the casualties.

Hart's tone carried a hint of smugness: "The Knights have about five hundred lightly wounded and less than one hundred dead."

Most of them were fighting a second-tier magical beast for the first time and lacked experience, but their teamwork improved afterward.

"So few casualties?" Ron was also somewhat surprised.

Hart then congratulated Ron: "Your Excellency, there's more good news. Ebadan has successfully broken through to level two."

It broke through while we were hunting the two magical beasts, which is why the losses weren't too great.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Ron was pleasantly surprised.

The Silver Duchy has always suffered from a lack of core fighting force.

Above them are Margaret and Ron, and below them are nearly a hundred knights who have been developed by the duchy over the years.

But no one has been able to take over this rank of second-level Grand Knight.

Now that Abaddon is here, he finally has someone to rely on.

Ron scanned the hall and, not seeing Abaddon, asked him where he was.

Hart hurriedly said, "He's seriously injured and is still in the hospital."

Upon hearing this, Ron realized that this would not do and hurriedly arranged for someone to send three vials of silver potion.

Don't let his precious only son be lost.

Ron was in a great mood after hearing Hart's report.

Looking at the map, he tapped his fingers on the table and said aloud:

"From now on, this land will be called the Northern Province."

Go back and have Palin arrange for administrators, build outposts, establish farms, and secure the land.

"yes!"

"Gather the knights and prepare to return to Silver City," Ron ordered Hart.

However, just after Ron returned to Silver City and arranged some matters...

Just when I was preparing to enjoy another six months.

That very night he received some earth-shattering news.

The Starshine Magic Empire, at some unknown time, opened a passage to another world.

This news has been confirmed and has spread.

But before everyone could even be surprised, there were other worlds to discover.

Even more explosive news is coming.

The magical empire sent troops to invade that new world.

We've been defeated!