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Ron had been busy for several days after returning from Peter's Manor.

Perrin and Dick were in charge of the specific affairs of the territory. Although Ron didn't need to keep a close eye on it all the time, he still needed to keep track of the progress of various aspects of the territory.

At the very least, everyone should be aware of the situation and not be misled by those below, even if they don't have the guts to do so for the time being.

Three months have passed since I arrived in the pioneering land, from the end of summer to the approaching end of autumn.

Ron finally gained a foothold in the pioneering lands and amassed a fortune.

My next goal is to be a little tyrant in this wasteland and to open my heart to my neighbors.

Ron has heard that Boris's wife is one of the most beautiful women in this wasteland, and he's been holding back ever since.

Ron considered himself and Boris to be kindred spirits, so they should share the good times together.

The celebratory drinks have been opened for you...

Linshuiling.

Boris was also busy, taking stock of the harvest, settling the serfs, and transplanting the fairy insects.

Locke stood to the side and reported: "Sir, there are five spirit insects, four agricultural insects, and one potion-making insect. There are a thousand serfs, enough food to last for half a year, and more than two thousand golden dragons."

Boris nodded in satisfaction.

Locke couldn't help but ask, "My lord, what should we do next regarding the River Reach?"

Boris was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Keep an eye on him, but don't be too close. That kid is no simple character; he's a tough nut to crack. Don't provoke him unnecessarily. If you have the chance, trip him up; if not, just let it go."

He stood up and walked to the window.

"We still have two neighbors, right? Once we've used up this batch of supplies, we can continue to target the weaker ones."

"Keep an eye on the training of your knights. Double their potion supply this month. As usual, anyone who breaks through will receive a special ration."

"Furthermore, if we discover any promising talents, we should recruit them promptly, nurture them diligently, and strive to add another high-ranking member to our territory."

Locke nodded hurriedly and replied, "Sir, are we just going to leave Stone Creek Territory untouched? Are we just going to watch other lords feast on it?"

Before a duchy grants fiefdoms to new lords, it will confirm the boundaries of the surrounding first-line lords in advance, so everyone will try to occupy more territory to the north whenever they have the chance.

The news of Peter's death will soon reach Oakwood. However, there will be a considerable gap before a new settler arrives.

That's what my subordinate was referring to – this gap period.

"Will Blackrock Territory have any designs on us?" the subordinate asked doubtfully.

"What's the use of having thoughts about it!" Boris scoffed.

"There are plenty of wastelands to the north of the territory, but the key is that you need golden dragons to develop them and knights to guard them. Without those, development is useless and you'll just be doing the work for someone else."

Would that old cripple Hosen dare to let his knights leave the territory now?

If he dared, he wouldn't mind turning into a bandit again. After all, it was all the territory of the River Bend, so what did it have to do with Boris?

Everyone knows that before Ron came, there weren't so many bandits in this wasteland.

He did it relatively infrequently!

Two days later, Hart returned from Oaktown.

They brought back two carriages, piled high with boxes, each lined with a thick layer of straw. The boxes were filled to the brim with bottles of potions.

Ron went to pick them up himself. Seeing the two carts of potions, he felt much more at ease.

"How many bottles?"

Hart wiped his sweat: "More than four hundred ordinary bottles, and I also bought dozens of high-quality bottles for you, sir."

"Marco from the Grizzly Bear Merchant Guild said that potions are cheap lately, only two or three Golden Dragons a bottle. The Golden Dragons he brought were all clean."

Ron nodded. "Well done."

Last time, when Laun broke through, he didn't use more than a hundred bottles of magic potions.

This time he was prepared to let Hart break through.

Hart Lentil has been following Ron for quite some time now, and his actions and abilities have been proven. Moreover, his family has been settled in the family territory, so his loyalty can be trusted.

He summoned Laun and Gray and began selecting men from among the soldiers.

Those guards with good constitutions had already drunk enough of the "meat broth," and now that the potion had arrived, they could take a break.

Ron recommended five veterans, and Gray recommended three new recruits. Ron looked them over one by one and nodded in agreement.

"Each person should receive ten bottles and strive to break through to become a low-ranking follower."

These novice knights who have just cultivated their battle aura are not qualified to receive a potion every month. Only those with better talent will be taken in as squires, swear allegiance, and receive a potion every month.

The other knights can receive it monthly:

Two bottles for low-end, five bottles for mid-end, and ten bottles for high-end.

It's paid monthly. If you want more, come buy it from the lord; you can get a discount.

Ron looked at Hart: "You can put things on hold for now, use the potions as you like, I only have one request, break through as soon as possible."

Hart nodded excitedly, stammering, "Your subordinate will certainly live up to your expectations, sir!"

In the following days, the shouts were louder than usual on the training grounds in the territory.

Ron's stockpile of the original liquid plummeted, leaving him no choice but to order the patrols to expand their hunting grounds to the northern wilderness.

However, what troubled Ron the most was that lily fairy insect.

Its cocoon was placed at the very back of the elven room, lined with the softest cloth, and surrounded by the finest jade powder. Ron checked on it once a day, but the cocoon remained motionless, and he had no idea whether the cocoon inside was alive or dead.

Palin would come and report every day: "Still no movement."

Ron always replied, "Keep waiting."

One night, Ron was planning the construction of his territory in his house. Suddenly, a commotion came from the elven contract. Sensing the commotion, Ron immediately got up and rushed to the elven room.

Pushing open the door, I saw that the cocoon had cracked open. Pale green light shone through the crack, flickering intermittently.

Ron held his breath, staring at the cocoon, knowing that success or failure hinged on this moment.

The crack widened, and a head with small flowers appeared, followed by the whole body. Ron thought he had succeeded.

The little elf looked like a Barbie doll, about the size of a hand, with two pairs of transparent wings on its back.

Here are some pictures of little elves.

Seemingly having spotted Ron, the little elf swooped over and circled him twice, as if showing off to him.

Finally, she landed on Ron's shoulder, looked at him with her big eyes, tilted her head, and let out a soft chirp.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

In Ron's mind, the contract conveyed a clear sense of intimacy.

Little elf.

It evolved into a little sprite.

Ron was stunned for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing.

He carefully reached out his hand, and the little elf crawled into his palm and rubbed against his fingers.

"Well done," Ron said in a low voice.

"From now on, your name will be Bella!"

Bella seemed to understand and jumped up and down happily.

"Muttering."

The news spread throughout the territory early the next morning.

Perrin ran over and exclaimed, "God bless the lord!"

Laun: "Knightly glory favors you, sir!"

"A little sprite," Hart exclaimed in amazement. "I've lived for so many years and this is the first time I've ever seen a sprite insect evolve. Before, I could only hear about it from rumors."

This is the first little elf in our territory...

"I heard that elves can live for fifty years, much longer than elf worms. This one is enough for us to use for a lifetime."

Ron heard their spineless words.

He waved them away dismissively and instructed Perrin to hurry up and arrange the farmland.

The area covered by the sprites is ten acres, only twice that of the sprite worms, but the potions they produce are of higher quality and can be used to make high-level potions.

For the first few days, the little elf Bella was quite shy and always hid in Ron's collar, observing the people around her from the side. When others looked at her, she would immediately shrink back into her collar and only peek out again after a while.

Once she got used to it, she started flying all over the manor.

The fairies all have different personalities. Bella is clearly the lively, mischievous, and adventurous type, and she is curious about everything.

Sometimes when she saw Ron eating, she would also take a bite or two, even though she always frowned and couldn't taste the flavor, she still enjoyed it nonetheless.

Ron was particularly fond of his first Pokémon, especially since it had evolved and been born right before his eyes.

Her courage in fighting so desperately deeply moved Ron; this was truly his little sprite! She was just like him in temperament.