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This morning, it rained sometime last night, and the weather suddenly turned cold.

Liu Lichuan was still lying in bed, wrapped in a blanket with only half her face showing, her eyes half-open as she looked at him.

Ron turned around, smiled at her, and said, "Sleep a little longer."

Liulichuan gave a muffled "hmm," turned over, and continued sleeping.

Ron pushed open the door and went out. Gazing at the misty rain outside, Ron's thoughts drifted into the distance.

Today marks the 110th day since Ron arrived in the Reach, and he has been here for more than half a year. In two more months, it will be the year 15801 in the Tyrannical calendar.

Ron has basically established himself in this world and even snatched a noblewoman, taking a big step towards giving up beef.

After breakfast, he took the umbrella from the maid and went to inspect the territory.

As they passed the training ground, the guards were practicing their battle aura in the training room. Ron, who was giving instructions to a knight, saw Ron and saluted from a distance.

Ron waved his hand, signaling him to continue.

The first batch of fifty guards were also given the training in breathing techniques, but unfortunately, there were no outstanding talents among them.

Most geniuses are born into noble families. While there are some among commoners, their proportion is extremely low.

Ron's broth could barely supply the eighty soldiers practicing the breathing technique, and they would only get a bowl every few days.

These fifty guards have made significant progress, with many already approaching the threshold of battle aura. With the right potions, they could easily become entry-level knight squires.

Those with a little talent will be given special attention and training.

Everyone has different talents. Some people are highly talented and cultivate quickly. Such people are even more powerful after using magic potions.

Some people have average cultivation speed but strong drug resistance, and can drink two more bottles of magic potion than you every day; others are born with good physical fitness and their internal fighting spirit recovers quickly.

Ron has good talent, ranking in the upper-middle range.

Without the aid of magic potions, it only took him a year to go from cultivating battle aura to becoming a low-ranking knight squire.

(The Marigold Knights assess a knight's talent and do not allow new knights to use potions.)

In the following years, Ron probably overindulged in too much fun, depleting too much of his vital energy and hindering his cultivation.

Ron watched for a while and was quite satisfied.

Cecilia suddenly appeared out of nowhere and tugged at his clothes.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, where's my kitten?"

Ron looked down at her; the little girl's eyes were bright and her face was full of anticipation.

"It'll be ready soon, I'll catch it for you in a few days."

Cecilia pouted: "You said the same thing last time."

Anna followed behind, covering her mouth and laughing.

Ron patted her head: "This time it'll be really fast, brother-in-law promises."

After parting ways with Cecilia, Ron turned and headed towards the farm. There weren't many serfs along the way; on rainy days, the serfs would stay in their quarters to rest and play cards.

Rainy days were a rare blessing for serfs; they didn't have to work, they still had food, and they weren't whipped from time to time.

After all, for a lord, serfs are wealth, and he can't let them catch a cold in the rain, which would be a waste of money.

The stewards were busy tidying up despite the rain, while Ron, holding an umbrella, slowly inspected the progress of various parts of the territory.

When he returned to the study, Perrin was already waiting for him.

"Sir, the matter of the grain has been taken care of." Perrin said with a smile.

"The prices in Marco are fair, and the grain harvest in all the territories of the pioneering lands has been completed. Oak City currently has ample grain, which is 20% cheaper than Green Lake Ridge. The goods are transported by water, unloaded directly at the dock, and have already been stored."

Ron nodded. "Well done."

"I think that old bastard Austin is after the purple egg! He's trying to trick me!"

Perrin added, "Marco also asked me to pass on a message to you, saying that things are not peaceful in Oak City lately, and there might be some action."

Ron frowned: "Do you know exactly what happened?"

Perrin shook his head: "It seems that the territories of several lords have been breached by orcs, but I haven't found out any specifics."

Ron pondered for a moment, then waved his hand: "Winter is coming, and the orcs will be raiding south again. It looks like their attack direction won't be towards us this year."

"Have Laun send more men to patrol, be careful of small groups of orcs attacking the territory."

Palin agreed and left.

The rain stopped at noon.

Sunlight streamed down on the earth, dispelling the lingering chill.

Ron went back to the courtyard for dinner.

Liulichuan was reading a book inside the house, while Cecilia was lying on the floor playing with the puppy.

When Cecilia saw Ron come in, she looked up and called out "Brother-in-law" before looking down and continuing to play.

Ron walked over and sat down next to Liulichuan.

"What are you looking at?"

Liulichuan closed the book and handed it to him; it was a beginner's guide to magic.

Ron flipped through it; the page was covered in dense writing and various symbols. He glanced at it twice and handed it back: "I can't understand it."

Liu Lichuan took the book, and the two sat there quietly for a while.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, filtering through the leaves of the green plants and falling on her, bathing her in a soft golden glow. She lowered her head, her movements slow and gentle, a few stray hairs falling beside her face.

Looking at Liulichuan engrossed in his book, Ron felt for a moment that it was a beautiful painting.

Ron's cultural level is low; the only way to describe him is "fuck how good he looks."

This is the woman he stole, hehe, now hers.

Ron watched for a while, then said softly, "Come here."

Liulichuan had already blushed under Ron's naked gaze, so she put down her book and sat in Ron's lap.

Ron reached out and hugged her tightly, then leaned down and kissed her forehead, inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

"How about tonight? My little sister is still outside!" Liulichuan said sweetly.

Ron didn't say anything, he just held her like that.

Liulichuan stopped asking questions and leaned against him, quietly letting Ron do as he pleased.

Just as the atmosphere between the two was gradually warming up, Cecilia suddenly ran in, and Liulichuan quickly got up.

Cecilia didn't pay much attention to what the two were doing: "Brother-in-law, it's time to eat, I'm hungry."

Bella flew in at some point and landed on the windowsill, tilting her head and making "muttering" noises.

Ron glanced at Liulichuan, then stood up: "Let's go eat."

Liulichuan straightened her clothes and followed them out.

At the dining table, Liulichuan lowered his head and ate, his ears slightly red.

Cecilia, shoveling rice into her mouth, looked up at Ron, then at her sister, and suddenly asked, "Brother-in-law, will you be coming over for dinner every day from now on?"

Ron patted her head: "Come every day if you have nothing else to do."

Cecilia was delighted and continued eating, while Bella took a big, aggressive bite of a piece of roast meat beside her.

Liu Lichuan didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

In the afternoon, Ron was looking at the account books in his study when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside.

"My lord! Urgent message from Oak City!"

The door was pushed open, and a travel-worn messenger stepped in, knelt on one knee, and handed over a scroll of parchment stamped with the seal of the Marquis of Mammon.

"Baron Ron, the orcish army has marched south and has already breached several northern castles. Your Excellency is urgently summoning all lords to Ironrock Fortress within five days!"

Ron took the letter and quickly scanned it.

The letter clearly stated: This year, the orcs have been exceptionally fierce, and many defensive lines in the north have fallen. Marquis Mammon has mobilized the main force of the Frontier Legion and summoned all Frontier Lords—including frontline lords—to meet at Ironrock Keep.

Recruitment requirements:

The lord himself must personally lead the expedition;

Bring at least fifty soldiers (requirement for the River Bend);

They must provide their own food, weapons, and horses;

During the conscription period, war was to be stopped between the various territories in the pioneering areas, a strict requirement of Marquis Mammon.

Ron cursed inwardly, "Damn it, he's already causing trouble as soon as I arrived in the frontier."

This is probably targeting me.

He then looked at the messenger: "Were the other lords also conscripted?"

The messenger nodded: "The orders have been received by all those on the register, including Linshui Territory, Blackstone Territory, Green Lake Ridge, and Maolin Ridge. His Excellency the Marquis has strictly ordered that there be no delay."

Ron waved his hand: "I got it, you can go now."

The messenger withdrew.

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

The orcs marched south, and a conscription order was issued.

"Call Laun, Hart, and Perrin to a meeting. Also, Liulichuan."