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"I surrender! I surrender!"

Theodore had long lost his former arrogance and was now humbly begging Ron to treat him like a surrendered nobleman.

The once majestic three-headed lion was now lying on the ground, covered in blood. Its purple mane was soaked in blood and matted into clumps, like a tattered mop.

The lion let out a low, mournful roar, its single eye filled with fear and pain.

Its body was trembling, its limbs were twitching weakly, but it didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Theodore knelt beside the lion, his helmet nowhere to be seen.

He watched his phantom beast being beaten into such a state, his heart ached, but he dared not utter a single word of dissent.

Ron thought for a moment, then decided not to kill him, but instead separated him from the three-headed lion and imprisoned them separately.

With the Duke having surrendered, the knights of Lion City below no longer offered any sporadic resistance.

Ron and his men successfully took control of the city.

After the fierce battle, Lion City was in complete disarray.

The streets were littered with rubble and tattered flags, and the air was thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

Ron rode on Margaret's back, overlooking the city occupied by the Silver Dragon Knights.

The city walls of Lion City have been adorned with silver dragon flags.

The knights guarded the city gates, the storehouses, and the elven quarters, each one looking sharp and alert, the bloodstains on their armor still fresh.

Hart rode up, looked up at Ron, and pressed his right fist against his chest:

"Your Excellency, the entire city is under control. The Duke's mansion, the storehouse, and the elf quarters have all been captured."

The defending troops surrendered, and there was no rioting among the civilians.

Ron nodded, leaped off the dragon's back, and swaggered toward the Duke's mansion.

Margaret also transformed back into human form, and now she prefers to appear as a little girl, except when she's fighting.

Ron first put the wealth looted by the Knights into the small garden, and then went to the Duke's Elf Manor.

This Elf Manor is even larger than the one Marquis Mammon owned before.

In particular, the three-headed lion family also possesses an elemental spirit.

Amethyst Mulberries!!!

Ron is definitely not going to let this go.

You can't throw away what you've eaten, at most you can leave half for the big elf.

As for whether Theodore will agree.

Hmph! Let me ask him how many kinds of torture he can endure?

At the Elf Manor, everything seemed as if nothing had happened; life remained peaceful and serene.

As soon as Ron entered, he noticed that many small eyes were watching him from among the flowers.

They are all little elves.

Since Ron has not yet made a contract with them.

When they saw Ron, this stranger, barge in, they all looked flustered and curious.

Some of the great elves who knew what had happened reacted in different ways.

To Ron's greatest surprise, a great elf led a dozen or so lesser elves to attack him.

It seems they mistook him for an invading demon king.

When they approached Ron with their little sticks, the elves were so frightened that they dared not move.

The leading radish elf, holding a large radish in its hand, encouraged everyone:

"Brave warriors, we must defend our homeland! Charge with me!"

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

Encouraged, the little elves mustered their courage and rushed forward, but the great radish elf was picked up by Ron.

Ron the Great Elf struggled, kicking his legs wildly.

Under the influence of the magic, two radishes sprouted from Ron's clothes.

Ron smiled helplessly and lightly slapped the big elf's bottom twice.

The little elves who lagged behind saw this and scattered in terror:

"The boss has been arrested! The boss has been arrested! Run!"

The Demon King is going to eat the little elves...

Ron laughed when he saw this and released the giant radish elf.

She rubbed her swollen, red bottom a couple of times, then disappeared underground.

Before running away, he threw a radish at Ron.

Ron took it, took a big bite, and crunched it down!

He continued walking and eating until he finally found his target by a pond.

Elemental Spirit - Amethyst Mulberry

The other girl is already almost as tall as Margaret, definitely a little loli!

The other person looked at Ron and spoke calmly:

"Humans, have you started killing yourselves again?"

Ron was somewhat surprised; the elemental spirits seemed to be quite intelligent.

However, considering that this was his own elf, Ron patiently explained a few things to her:

"That's right, from now on I will be your master."

To my surprise, the other person gave me a disdainful look:

"We elves are the darlings of heaven and earth. Once we reach the level of elemental elves, contracts no longer have much binding force on us."

"To me, you're no different from that foolish Lion Duke."

Ron thought to himself, "Are all elves this unlovable when they grow up?"

Why are all these little mouths so sharp? Duke Theodore hasn't broken the contract yet, has he?

Is this a direct satire?

I don't know if this is just the nature of this spirit, or if all elemental spirits are similar.

If this continues, it could be quite a headache.

Ron stopped worrying about the elemental spirit's personality and went straight to the other party:

"I won't interfere with whatever ideas you have, as long as you farm for me!"

Can you do that?

The elf curled his lip: "Another Muggle!"

They only know how to fight, and they don't think about the meaning of life at all.

Ron's face darkened, but before he could react, the elemental spirit impatiently added:

"Okay, okay, I'll plant the potions on time!"

Ron was interrupted, choked for a moment, and then continued:

"Move your cordyceps first. I have a completely safe space. Oh, and you come in too."

The elemental spirit, curious, was led into the small garden and settled down.

He then carefully selected five of the remaining great elves, including four potion-making great elves and one agricultural great elf.

Duke Theodore was left with only four agricultural archetypes and two potion archetypes.

Ron felt that he was still too kind-hearted.

I actually let myself suffer a loss, only taking five and leaving six for others.

The remaining sprites and sprite bug Ron are fair.

Half for each of us, and neither of us loses out.

If he weren't worried about alienating himself from the aristocracy, Ron would have insisted on taking them all without exception.

I don't know which heartless maggot is spreading rumors and smearing Ron's reputation.

They revealed all of Luo Enqian's past achievements.

Furthermore, they added fuel to the fire and smuggled in their own agendas, attributing some of Boris's misdeeds to Ron as well.

They also compiled a ranking of the most successful hook sellers throughout history.

Ron is ranked third!

This has made Ron somewhat hesitant in his actions.

Ron sighed inwardly:

"I'm still too inexperienced; how can I let my reputation get in the way?"

"As expected, my moral standards are still too high among the transmigrators!"