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Ron rode Margaret at a leisurely pace, while the Marquis of the Stag was confined to the small garden.

The remaining members who participated in the hunt were locked in a corner, looking disheveled and like lambs to the slaughter.

When the news reached the Kingdom of Graytin, the royal court was in an uproar.

Ron, you fought the Three-Headed Lion Duke before, but he was blind, so we didn't hold it against you.

Now you've gone and captured the Marquis of the Buck alive, and you've done it by destroying his entire family and clan.

Two high-ranking nobles, one a duke and the other a marquis.

This is utterly trampling on the dignity of the Gray Tin Kingdom.

"This is outrageous!" An old minister slammed his fist on the table, his beard trembling with anger.

"Does Ron think he's so great just because he has a few Tier 3s? He thinks he can come and go as he pleases on my Gray Tin Kingdom's territory?"

"Does our Gray Tin Kingdom have no shame left?"

The Minister of Military Affairs and others also had grim expressions.

Ron has gone too far this time; they need to react immediately.

The surrounding countries will assume that their main forces are away and they are easy to bully. They might all come to plunder them.

At this moment, the crown prince of the Gray Tin Kingdom spoke:

"Our kingdom's main force is on the battlefield of the mechanical world, and the forces we leave behind are not enough to fight against them."

Unless we call for help from the mechanical world, Father will send back a Tier 3 to oversee things.

But several ministers immediately objected as soon as the crown prince finished speaking:

"Your Highness, this is absolutely not allowed!"

That Silver Grand Duke only made a rapid increase in strength after returning from the Mechanical World, which shows how great the benefits of the Mechanical World are.

We absolutely cannot let His Majesty the King and his entourage suffer at this critical moment! No matter how difficult it gets, we must hold on!

"Yes, yes!" the other ministers echoed.

The crown prince calmly surveyed the crowd and slowly began to speak:

"There's only one way then: ask the Glory Empire for help."

Our legion went to fight for him, and now their rear is being harassed. The Glorious Empire cannot ignore this."

"That's right, that makes sense."

Then the Gray Tin Kingdom contacted the Glory Empire for help.

But none of this matters much to Ron anymore.

He never intended to fight the Gray Tin Kingdom again.

A day later, the outline of Silver City appeared on the horizon.

A giant, silvery-white dragon flew in from the horizon, its might overwhelming, but no one on the city walls was afraid; it was their guardian deity.

Those with good connections had already learned about what Ron was doing in the Kingdom of Graytin through caravans and intelligence networks.

Lion City was sacked, and Stag Castle was captured—each piece of news was like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of the surrounding countries and the people of the Silver Duchy.

"The Grand Duke is back! Long live the Grand Duke!"

Cheers echoed from the city gates all the way to the palace.

Ron leaped off the dragon's back, and Margaret transformed back into human form.

Instead of going to the palace, he first took the Marquis of the Stag and those involved in the hunt out of the small garden and tied them up on the training field.

That's when they summoned Liulichuan and Cecilia.

Cecilia followed behind Liulichuan, wearing a light blue long dress and with her long hair draped over her shoulders.

The fifteen-year-old girl had grown up gracefully, with a hint of Liulichuan in her features, but with an added touch of heroic spirit.

As soon as Liulichuan entered the training ground, her body suddenly froze when she saw the person kneeling on the ground.

She didn't know the Marquis of the Bucks.

But she recognized the badge on the other person's chest; it belonged to the main culprit who destroyed her family.

She bit her lip until it turned white, staring intently at the group of people.

Ron walked over and stood beside her without saying a word. He simply reached out and gently took her hand.

Liu Lichuan's hands were icy cold and trembling.

She turned to look at Ron, her eyes filled with complex emotions—love, gratitude, and dependence.

Liu Lichuan's tears finally broke down, flowing silently down her cheeks.

She huddled into Ron's chest, sobbing softly.

"Thank you!" Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

Ron gently pressed his palm against her hair, offering silent comfort.

Cecilia, on the other hand, couldn't hold back any longer.

She spotted a face in the crowd.

She would never forget that face.

As a child, Cecilia saw an image in the crystal ball where she witnessed someone piercing her brother's chest with a sword.

The older brother fell to the ground, and the man drew his sword, still laughing.

She was only nine years old that year, but she will never forget that face and that smile.

Cecilia lowered her head, her eyes reddening, looking at her hands.

Then she drew a rapier from her waist. It was a birthday gift from Ron, a custom-made rapier with a narrow, long blade that gleamed coldly.

She never let the sword be stained with blood.

But today, she's going to use it!

She walked towards that person step by step, and the people around her automatically made way for her.

The man knelt on the ground, trembling all over from being bound by chains, his lips quivering as he tried to beg for mercy, but Cecilia did not give him the chance.

A flash of sword light.

The rapier pierced the man's heart.

Blood gushed out, splattering on Cecilia's hands, face, and light blue dress. She gripped the sword hilt, her hand trembling, but she didn't loosen her grip.

Until the other person stopped breathing and collapsed.

Cecilia drew her sword, took a step back, looked down at the blood dripping from the blade, and then at the corpse on the ground.

Her tears suddenly welled up like a burst dam, unstoppable.

"Brother... I've avenged you..."

She squatted down, buried her face in her knees, and cried uncontrollably.

Liu Lichuan walked over, squatted down, and hugged her. She didn't say anything, just held her younger sister and gently patted her back.

Tears streamed down her face, landing on Cecilia's hair.

The two sisters hugged each other and cried their hearts out.

It took the two sisters a long time to recover.

Everyone's eyes were swollen from crying, and Cecilia took the opportunity to hide in Ron's arms.

Liulichuan had no choice but to raise her head and gently say to Ron:

"Please take care of this for me. I don't want to see them again."

Ron pulled the two sisters over and gently patted them on the back:

"Alright, leave it to me, it's all in the past."

Then Ron waved his hand, and the knights who had been waiting nearby dragged the group away and executed them.

Finally, it turned into bottles of potions, making a final contribution for Ron.

That night, Ron stayed in Liulichuan's room.

Liu Lichuan specially entrusted his daughter Shirley to the care of a maid.

I'm going to give my man a proper thank you.

Make him check if he's become lax since giving birth!

To her dismay, Cecilia refused to leave after they finished eating together.

As someone with experience, how could she not know what this young girl was thinking?

She understood Ron's thoughts as well; Cecilia was definitely not going to escape.

Especially since this young lady was rushing to send it up.

If Ron hadn't been holding back on something, he would have already taken advantage of Cecilia.