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As long as the interests of these major powers can be clearly defined and there are no disputes.

The matter is most likely settled.

Ron is now eligible to sit at the table.

The leader of the Knights Alliance, a Grand Duke, spoke:

"Lord Ron, we have reached an agreement in principle regarding the current sphere of influence of the Radiant Silver Kingdom."

"However, you should no longer covet that fertile land south of the Tianluo Mountains."

"If you wish to continue expanding in the future, you can continue to explore the Ash Wastes to the north."

"If you have the capacity, you are free to expand into the Stranglethorn Forest and the orcish territory."

Ron was quite satisfied with their division.

At least he didn't suffer a loss.

Ron's current territory is more like a long strip, nestled against the northern side of the Skyfall Mountains.

As for future development directions, we're still a long way from the Thorn Forest.

Seeing that Ron agreed to their division of territory, the envoys breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this rumored chosen one of the world didn't get arrogant. They also didn't want to offend this overlord with unlimited potential.

If someone is truly vicious and ruthless, they still can't recognize their own limitations.

Several major empires also had ways to deal with it.

With no disagreement on the most important matter, the subsequent conversation among the group became even more pleasant.

The envoy from the Magic Empire then said:

"Great Silver Dragon Knight, in three months we will be holding the Tyran Conference in the Citadel."

"This will be the grandest event ever for humanity, and we will invite all human forces to participate."

Grand Duke, you absolutely must come!

Ron took the brochure they handed him.

I also had some guesses about this Tyron meeting:

"The Tyranny Conference? More like a spoils-dividing session!!"

"I wonder which more duchies they will swallow up."

Despite his inner grumbling, Ron will definitely attend.

He's now someone who can sit at the table and have a bowl of soup.

Such a conference would only benefit him.

Besides, everyone else is going to the conference. If you don't go, someone might just put you on the table and divide you up.

The messengers then explained to Ron the general content of the meeting.

The Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Magic Empire spoke first: The purpose of this conference is to end the chaotic situation of the uncontrolled expansion of the Tyran World since its advancement.

By demarcating boundaries through negotiation, we can reduce internal human conflicts.

He glanced at Ron's expression, which remained unchanged, and continued:

"The issue of non-human races will also be discussed."

Sea creatures, orcs, dwarves, cavemen, and others need to determine their future living space and rights at the conference.

If we allow them to develop on their own in the no-man's-land, a new war will inevitably break out sooner or later once they have accumulated enough strength.

This Tyran Conference was jointly initiated by three major empires—the Magic Empire, the Knight Alliance, and the Glory Empire.

Even the business alliances didn't get any seats.

Those invited include all factions with level three combat power.

Ron put down the document, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and used this action to buy himself about three breaths. Then he looked up and laughed heartily:

"Okay! I'll definitely be there, I'll definitely be there!"

The envoys' smiles widened even more, as if they were wearing chrysanthemums.

After all, the tournament still needs regional overlords like Ron to bolster the event and put on a show.

In fact, they had already made a deal behind the scenes.

Seeing that his purpose had been achieved, the envoy did not linger any longer and took his leave.

Ron saw them off to the entrance of the hall, watching the various groups gradually disappear into the distance on the official road, before turning back to his study.

After closing the door, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a while, going over every word of their conversation in his mind.

"The Tyron Conference!!"

"School City!!"

This is something I absolutely have to go to.

Ron quickly contacted Victoria again, hoping to get more inside information from her.

The crystal ball quickly connected, and Victoria's alluring figure appeared.

She was taking a shower when she saw that it was Ron contacting her, so she answered the call right there in the bathroom.

She lay in a bathtub that was more than two meters wide, her whole body covered in bubbles.

The bright white light made Ron's eyes glaze over.

Victoria didn't try to hide anything; instead, she openly allowed Ron to appreciate her beauty.

"Little wolfhound! Isn't he handsome?"

"It looks good! But the more I look at it, the angrier I get!" Ron didn't mince words.

"Wait a little longer, I'll be leaving soon," Victoria quickly reassured her little man.

Ron swallowed hard, finally remembering the purpose of his trip.

He then inquired with Victoria about the upcoming Tyrell Conference.

Victoria hesitated for a moment after hearing this.

"The Tyron Conference?"

"We only finalized this matter a few days ago, and we haven't even finished preparations yet."

"I was going to tell you later, but I didn't expect you to receive the invitation so quickly."

Victoria definitely underestimated Ron's importance.

She simply treated the Kingdom of Radiant Silver as a normal kingdom, forgetting that she had also given Ron the title of Child of the World.

This title, coupled with his demigod-like combat prowess, instantly made Ron one of the most watched figures in several great kingdoms.

Things aren't ready here yet.

The major powers then went to make a shady deal with Ron.