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

Ron regretted not listening to Victoria's warning.

She clearly stated that Margaret had only just learned Transfiguration.

I'm not very familiar with using it yet.

So Ron had an unforgettable memory.

Of course, the experience is also very unique.

Ron is now a true dragon knight!

The villa from before collapsed long ago.

In another villa, a lingering sense of languid warmth still remained in the air.

Margaret lay on Ron with a blissful expression.

Ron also gently stroked her dragon horns.

"It itches~"

Ron paused for a moment, then began to play with her silver hair.

Margaret looked up, a blush still lingering on her face, and blinked her large, watery eyes at Ron, saying:

"Were you doing that on purpose? When I lost control for the second time, you kept going..."

"You bad guy!!"

Ron stammered as he answered, "Well, a great man once said that we should be bold in trying new things. I'm just learning through practice."

"I see you like it quite a bit..."

"Stop talking!!" Margaret shyly headbutted Ron's chest, a puff of steam rising from her head.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore." Ron raised his hands in surrender.

Then he blew a breath into her ear.

This caused the little girl to thrash around incessantly, successfully reigniting Ron's anger.

"Let's do it one more time..."

"Mmm~"

......

It was the next day when they left the small garden.

Fortunately, the battlefield remained unchanged, with the Tiger Clan holding out in the Thunder Palace.

Ron urged Margaret to go to Victoria to learn the art of illusion.

Otherwise, it will be somewhat inconvenient if you come out as a human in the future.

In Victoria's training room, sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the thick magic book.

Margaret sat on the cushion, her short legs crossed, her little face tense, staring intently at the staff in Victoria's hand.

"Focus your attention and feel the flow of magic," Victoria said calmly.

"Transformation isn't just about spewing out magic; it's about making it take shape according to your will."

Margaret took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

A flash of white light appeared. She was now wearing a small dress with very little fabric, trimmed with lace and adorned with a few crooked little flowers.

This is what she saw the little pink-haired girl wear, and Ron liked it a lot at the time.

But when it came out, it was a bit out of shape.

Ron stood in the doorway, his lips twitching.

Margaret blushed, clutching her skirt tightly with both hands, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

Victoria glanced at it, paused for two seconds, and then said:

"The color is too bright, continue."

Ron stopped watching and instead put considerable pressure on Margaret.

So he went to the living room, sat down, and passed the time.

During this time, they also saw many battle reports from the front lines, which were much more detailed than the information Ron had obtained. This is why Ron loves to come this way.

Margaret and her husband finally came out around noon.

She wore a silver-white strapless short tulle dress with silver threads between the layers of tulle. The dress reached her knees, and her calves were covered with milky white lace mid-calf stockings.

Margaret walked up to Ron somewhat timidly and turned around.

Ron was completely stunned.

"Not bad, not bad."

"Alright. Go back and practice more. Once you're skilled, you won't need to go to so much trouble." Victoria sat down again and picked up her teacup.

Margaret happily strolled around the room in her new shoes. Although her control over her powers was still a little unsteady, it was much stronger than before.

When Ron returned to the camp with the humanoid Margaret, the entire Silver Dragon Knights erupted in chaos once again.

Hart was taking inventory of the supplies when he saw the Grand Duke walking over with a little girl by his hand, and the account books fell to the ground.

"Your Highness, this is...?" Hart stammered.

Ron glanced at him: "This is Margaret. You all need to be more careful from now on."

Margaret tilted her head back, glanced around, and said in a childish voice:

"What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen a dragon before?"

His tone was exactly the same as in his dragon form: arrogant and impatient. It gave off a "look at me again and I'll breathe fire on you" vibe.

But when paired with Margaret's current Lolita-like appearance, she just doesn't seem fierce at all.

Hart quickly shook his head, bent down to pick up the ledger, and pretended not to say anything.

In the evening, Ron sat in his tent reading the battle report.

Margaret lay on the large bed next to him, her two short legs dangling back and forth, holding a glass of juice that Victoria had given her, sipping it slowly.

"You little rascal."

"Um?"

"When can I go home? I want to go back to Dragon Castle to sleep."

Ron's finger paused on the map. He looked up at Margaret. She tilted her head, her blue eyes sparkling, and her little mouth still pursed with a straw.

Ron saw right through her thoughts:

"You want to go back and brag to Liulichuan and the others, right?"

"Hehe!" Margaret laughed, embarrassed and annoyed.

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon. I'm planning to find an opportunity to apply to go back."

"Let's sacrifice the previous spoils to boost our strength. Otherwise, with so many level threes and even demigods on this battlefield, it just doesn't feel right."

Ron sat down next to her and reached out to pinch her cheek.

"soft."

"Don't pinch my cheeks!" Margaret pouted and slapped his hand away, but she was clearly enjoying being close to Ron.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Margaret was particularly fond of people who were small, but her physique was stronger than Ron's.

Ron was forced to drink a bottle of the undiluted solution sometimes, which was quite satisfying.

Ron laughed and picked her up:

"Let's not lose control this time, or we'll both be incredibly embarrassed."

Margaret blushed slightly and responded in a barely audible voice:

"Mmm, I'll try my best to bear it..."

......

Inside the Thunder Palace.

The demigod Black Tiger King was discussing matters with his generals.

Black Tiger King has five level-three black panther beasts under his command: two green panther beasts, one purple panther beast, one orange panther beast, and one blue poison beast.

Including the other beastmen who came to support, Thunder Palace now only has seven Tier 3 warriors gathered.

On the human side, the Magic Empire alone had over ten third-tier individuals, and with figures like Ron, there were a total of seventeen or eighteen third-tier beings.

Therefore, Black Tiger King and his men had a very difficult time fighting.

Black Tiger King glanced around at the crowd and spoke:

"The Silverback Ape King has used a large amount of energy amethyst and has now fully recovered."

Humans are unaware of this news yet, and we plan to let his Iron Beasts hold out for a while longer.

"Let the King of the Apes come over here and coordinate a surprise attack."

The demigods of the major empires are currently distributed as follows: one on each of the three Beast Kings of the Beast Race, and three on the Autobot Race because the situation was initially unclear.

Now that the situation is clear, one of them can be withdrawn later.

Let the third-tier unit go up.

Humans may not have much else, but the number of Level 3 beings far exceeds that of the mechanical world.

The number of powerful humans alone is comparable to that of the mechanical world, and the number of dragons in the Terran world is quite large.

Each of them is still far beyond the standard in terms of combat strength.