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

Not long after leaving the Magic Empire's territory, Ron put away the airship.

Margaret was still a little confused, but seeing that Ron didn't explain, she didn't ask any questions.

Following Ron's instructions, they also entered the small garden.

The seawater was icy cold in the depths of winter, but fortunately Ron was a second-tier life form and was not afraid of the temperature.

They swam underwater for an unknown distance.

Finally, Ron stopped, satisfied. Below was a group of first-tier magical sharks.

He captured one alive.

They shrunk the demon-refining gourd to the size of a shadow and stuffed it into the shark's belly.

Then a flash of white light.

I also entered the small garden.

Only the terrified shark remained, trembling in the sea.

Only when he saw that Ron had truly disappeared did he hurriedly leave.

Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived in the small garden.

"What's going on, Ron? Aren't we supposed to be going home?" Margaret was still a little confused.

Ron then explained to her:

"No rush! I'm afraid some cunning old fox might try to sabotage us halfway through!!"

I'll stay here for ten days to two weeks before going back.

Margaret nodded obediently, "I'll do whatever you say!"

Ron did this out of caution.

He admitted that he had underestimated the appeal of the small garden.

He originally thought that what was exposed was just a large space that could hold people, nothing more.

Given the foundation of the magic empire, they wouldn't be so greedy for what I have.

But Victoria's assessment was surprisingly that it was a near-world treasure!

Ron had a bad feeling about that.

Then, he would show his face in Victoria almost every day, just to create the impression that he had a good relationship with the genius of the Magic Empire's royal family.

He kept others guessing about the specifics of his relationship with Victoria.

This was both to intimidate those kingdoms and duchies and to mislead the magic empire.

Regardless of what they think, whether Victoria is genuinely in love or has her eye on Ron as her prey.

That's enough to make people within the empire give up.

Do you really think Ron is after that pretty girl?!

what?

Only Lewandowski, relying on his uncle being a demigod and in charge.

Only then did they dare to set their sights on Ron.

Later, when the Mirror of Wind arrived, it displayed its might on the battlefield.

Ron finally understood what a quasi-world treasure truly meant.

A third-tier character possessing a quasi-world treasure instantly elevates their combat power to a new level.

No wonder people are envious!

When the Mirror of Wind was delivered to the battlefield, it was escorted by three airships and accompanied by an entire elite squadron led by a third-tier knight.

During the handover, Victoria signed three full pages of handover documents, each page bearing the royal seal of the Magic Empire.

It was around that time that Ron realized he could no longer stay on the battlefield.

He has been identified as possessing a near-world-class treasure, and Lewandowski is definitely not the only one tempted by it.

Perhaps that demigod Benjamin also had his eye on it, but because it was too public, he couldn't confront him directly.

The magicians of the Magic Empire have always had an almost obsessive passion for unknown treasures.

They can spend decades on a fragment from an ancient ruin, or go bankrupt trying to figure out the principles of a secret treasure.

Victoria's relationship alone cannot protect him.

Fortunately, Victoria is quite reliable, and perhaps she didn't think too much about it.

In short, Ron was sent out of the mechanical world.

Ron estimated that if someone really wanted to do something to him...

Therefore, the best time to return is on the way back after leaving the Magic Empire.

Other than within the Empire, the Silver Duchy, or the Mechanical World battlefield.

Neither of these are good opportunities.

If the fighting is discovered, the alliance formed by the four major powers may fall apart.

The Magic Empire could not afford the price, so those who had harbored such intentions, after careful consideration, did not stop Ron from returning to the world of Tyran.

This is perhaps the fundamental reason why Ron was able to return to the world of Tyrannosaurus smoothly.

really.

Less than half an hour after Ron left the Magic Empire, a silver-gray figure sped across the horizon.

He was an old man dressed in a dark gray robe, with a thin face, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes. His breath was deep and long.

Demigod! !

He stopped above the sea where Ron had disappeared and took out a crystal ball-like object.

This is the world's secret treasure of the Magic Empire.

Magic Satellite - Eye of Surveillance

This crystal ball can connect to a magic satellite and obtain real-time monitoring data.

Furthermore, it can roughly estimate the strength of the person being monitored, as well as any unusual occurrences in the surrounding environment, and can analyze these independently.

At this moment, a clear image is playing on the mirror: a floating ship and a figure riding a dragon.

Then it went below a cloud layer and never came out again.

"Gone?" The old man frowned and looked around.

"Could it be a teleportation scroll?" the old man muttered to himself.

"But I've already scanned thousands of kilometers around here; his speed shouldn't be this fast."

or......

The old man looked down into the sea.

Then, his mental energy, like invisible tentacles, spread downwards, searching every inch of the seabed.

He flew around the sea several times, scanning it again and again with his mental energy, and even dived into the seabed to search among the coral reefs.

But he soon gave up.

The seabed is too vast and contains too many obstacles; it's not something he can easily discern with a simple scan using his mental power.

"Strange." The old man surfaced and put away the crystal ball.

He waited another fifteen minutes, but the sea remained empty, with only a few seagulls circling in the distance.

The old man shook his head, turned, and flew towards the direction of the Magic Empire.

It seems they've given up.

But two hours later, the old man reappeared on the sea.

"He actually got away!!"

Now the old man was truly certain.

They had no choice but to return to the Magic Empire.

While the pursuing demigod was repeatedly probing.

Ron was lying on the lawn in front of the lord's villa, a blade of grass between his teeth, legs crossed, squinting as he enjoyed a massage from the beast-eared girls.

Margaret lay on the beach chair next to him, her long, silvery-white hair cascading down her back, her short legs dangling back and forth, holding a glass of juice in her hand, sipping it slowly.

"You naughty boy, when are we going out?"

"No rush." ​​Ron spat out the grass stem in his mouth.

"Let's wait ten days or half a month before we talk about it."

"Won't people from outside cause trouble in the Silver Duchy?"

"Heh!" Ron chuckled dismissively as he explained to Margaret.

"You need to understand, as long as we're alive, they absolutely won't dare to do anything to the Silver Duchy."

"Once we find a place to make a sacrifice, I'm sure I can reach the third tier this time. It's probably impossible for you to become a demigod, but I think you still have a chance to become a mid-to-late third tier."

"Then we'll just descend from the heavens like divine intervention."

"Even if he's a demigod, what can he do to us?"