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In the afternoon, Palin came to see Ron.

"Sir, I've already inquired about the grain at Green Lake Ridge."

Lord Austin said this year's harvest was bad, and grain prices have risen by 20%. If you want to buy, you'll have to pay extra.

Ron frowned: "A 20% increase? He's taking advantage of the situation. I think he's missing the bandits."

"No wonder Boris wanted to take him down as soon as he had the power. That shrewd businessman, who wouldn't want to hang him on a lamppost?"

Palin nodded: "How about we send a message to Oaktown and see?"

"Marco from the Grizzly Trading Company, our last collaboration went quite smoothly."

Ron thought about it and agreed:

"Alright, send someone over by water. Our dock is finished."

"Buy more while the river is still open and the price is right."

Palin agreed and went to make the arrangements.

In the evening, Lauen returned from outside, his expression somewhat grave.

"Sir, there's some activity from Boris's side."

Ron looked up: "Speak."

"Our people are keeping an eye on Linshui Territory and have discovered that they have been recruiting soldiers recently and the training is much stricter than before."

There are too many outposts in Linshui Territory; our scouts dared not venture too deep and failed to gather any specific information.

Ron raised an eyebrow: "Damn, Boris is definitely up to no good again."

Ron was silent for a moment, then waved his hand. "Got it. Keep an eye on them, but don't alert them."

Lauen responded and went out.

Ron leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Boris Johnson is also developing, and not slowly.

Although we have three high-level fighters on our side, their foundation is solid, so we still have to be careful in a real fight.

However, now is not the time to turn against each other; everyone needs time.

Ron himself, in particular, has recently been studying a martial arts manual, and his strength is not at its best.

However, even with his physical strength alone, Ron could defeat a high-ranking knight's squire.

Hart returned the next day.

He and a few soldiers, travel-worn, entered the room and immediately drank a large bowl of water.

"My lord, we've figured out what's going on with the snake people."

Ron gestured for him to speak.

Hart wiped his mouth: "The snake-man clan has about 230 or 240 people, half of whom are old and weak, and 70 or 80 are warriors who can fight."

"The leader is a priestess, and he has several minor leaders under him."

They lived in a cave, near a water source, and had stockpiled a lot of food, seemingly preparing for the winter.

Ron nodded. "They didn't spot us, did they?"

Hart shook his head: "We didn't dare get close, we only watched from a distance. Those snake people are very vigilant, it took us two days to figure them out."

This orc clan is quite powerful, unlike ordinary wild monsters such as kobolds and goblins. It's considered a disgrace if there's even one monster in a group, and normal soldiers can easily wipe them out.

But in clan-based structures like this, almost every one of them is a monster.

They cultivate a method of Qi and blood cultivation, primarily relying on physical combat.

His strength is no less than that of a knight, but he is limited by his age. As he gets older, his energy and blood will decline, and his strength will be reduced to less than one-tenth.

Comparatively speaking, the Cavaliers had a longer peak period, and only declined significantly in the last few years before their demise.

Magicians don't need to worry about this problem either, as their power comes from their mental strength and knowledge, and they become stronger with age.

Not to mention that knights have armor and iron swords, while the orc clans have very little iron and can only rely on the minerals left by wild dragons in the wild and the weapons captured in battle.

Therefore, when facing orcs, knights can generally fight outnumbered, and ordinary soldiers can also fight orcs by relying on iron weapons and numbers.

Seventy or eighty people, Ron pondered.

Unless there are any major conflicts of interest, Ron doesn't want to provoke these snake people for the time being.

As for whether it will affect the production of the original liquid, Ron said that the original liquid from those wild monsters is no longer as good.

He has been trying the original liquid produced by the Knights these past few days.

Surely no one really thinks Ron would refuse to drink because of psychological issues!

He didn't drink it before because he didn't know the effects of this concentrate.

With Lauenhart and the other man scouting ahead, Ron naturally had nothing to fear.

His physical condition has improved again these days, although he doesn't know what kind of changes will occur in the body of a formal knight.

But in terms of strength alone, Ron is confident that he is no weaker than a formal knight.

He'll deal with these snake-men when he's confident, or when the number of knights in his territory increases.

In the evening, Ron went to the courtyard.

They found Liulichuan sitting by the window, lost in thought.

He walked over and hugged her from behind.

"What are you thinking about?"

Liu Lichuan leaned against him and whispered, "I'm thinking about what to do next. My sister is still young, I can't just stay here like this forever."

Ron chuckled. "What's wrong? Did I wrong you?"

Liu Lichuan shook her head. "No, I... I like it very much."

Her voice was as low as a mosquito's buzz.

Ron thought to himself as he looked at her docile and dependent appearance.

A master is a master; he's absolutely right.

After spending these days together, Liulichuan realized that he and his group had nowhere else to go.

Her uncle was just a distant dream; she had never actually met this so-called uncle. The idea might be wonderful, but what could she and her sister do when they actually got there? They would still be living under someone else's roof.

Especially now, when there's nothing left.

After months of fleeing with his sister, all he wanted was a place to stay.

Now that things have settled down, it's already a blessing that I can live with my younger sister, who is only 19 years old. I haven't let my father down in his final wishes.

I can finally shed that tough exterior.

Besides, her own man is very handsome and healthy, so she won't be at a disadvantage.

Ron lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Just stay put. Next year, I'll build you a magic tower."

Liu Lichuan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him with joy in her eyes.

"Are you serious?"

Ron raised an eyebrow: "When have I ever lied to you!"

"Go! Put on the clothes I gave you. I need to check how well you did your chores today."

Ever since Ron had Liulichuan play the role once, it seems that her hidden attributes have been unlocked.

She seems to really like this style.

The two interacted for a while, much like a player and an NPC.

Ron lifted Liulichuan into his arms, and she clung tightly to him, their eyes meeting. Seeing her dreamy gaze and alluring expression, Ron received an invitation and tossed her onto the velvet bed. In the candlelight, their shadows intertwined...

Ron noticed that Liulichuan was unusually proactive tonight, as if his suppressed emotions were finally being released, and he was even a little crazy.

Seeing her gradually exhausting herself, Ron took over the command, suppressing the waves on the sea. Time passed, and finally the sea returned to calm.

Liu Lichuan lay in bed, listening to the even breathing beside him, a sense of security welled up in his heart, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and then he fell asleep peacefully.

As night deepened, the manor gradually quieted down, and the annoying cicada chirping disappeared with the approach of winter. The night was tranquil, with only a few insect chirps remaining.

The serfs, having finished their night shift, returned to their huts and huddled together for warmth. Some whispered about the harsh steward, others mentioned the discovery of snake people in the north, and still others envied the lord's life.

"I heard that the lord hasn't gotten out of bed for three days."

"Nonsense, who could be that strong? I eavesdropped on the last time I was listening to someone eat a basin, and it only took half a meal."

"So, which of you has seen the lord these past few days?"

I didn't see it.

"I don't have any either."

......

"My lord is truly blessed..."