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As the days went by, the weather grew colder and colder.

The snow fell, then stopped, then stopped again.

The entire reclaimed land seemed to be covered in snow, with no sign of life.

Each lord stayed within their own territory and stopped causing trouble.

Ron wandered around the territory and found that he had nothing to do again.

The cold winter makes most work difficult to carry out.

The serfs huddled together in their wooden huts all day, unaware of how many new lives would be born next year.

He stood in the courtyard, watching the snowflakes fall from the sky, one by one, landing on his shoulders and the tips of his hair, feeling cool and refreshing.

There was a dry, cold smell in the air; when you breathed it in, it felt like ice crystals.

In the distance, the chimneys of the brick kilns billowed black smoke, their smoke whipped crooked by the wind.

"Sir, what are you doing standing here?"

Perrin came in from outside, wrapped in a thick cloak, his nose red from the cold, and frost on his eyebrows. He carried a stack of account books in his arms and a few parchments under his arm, making a gust of wind as he walked.

"Nothing to do," Ron said.

Perrin paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly. When he smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gathered together, like dried orange peel.

He had been with Ron in this wasteland for more than half a year, and had gone from being a chubby, fair-skinned boy when he first arrived to looking like he did now, weathered and tanned.

His hair has turned quite white, and his face has lost a lot of weight, but he is more energetic than before.

Seeing his territory developing better and better, once the expansion is successfully completed, old Perrin might even be knighted.

Then save up for decades to buy a spirit insect, so that his descendants can also have a noble surname.

"My lord, what are you saying?" He pulled the account book closer to his chest, afraid it would get wet from the snow.

"You are a noble lord, you should enjoy the service of your servants every day."

"If we keep you busy, then it would be a dereliction of duty on our part."

Ron shook his head: "You don't understand."

Ron certainly didn't want to find work; he wasn't a nuclear-powered donkey, so why would he look for something to do?

He'd had enough of working on an assembly line in his past life.

He's bored because there's so little entertainment in this world.

There's absolutely nothing to do in winter. All I can do is go to Liulichuan every day to get some massages.

However, Liulichuan's constitution is not good.

So Ron had to go to Waterfront Territory every two or three days.

Iris is trained in the way of chivalry, making her incredibly resilient!

At that time, Ron didn't mind the cold or the trouble at all.

Perrin clearly couldn't understand the lord's troubles and genuinely thought Ron was a diligent lord: "You said you wanted to build a town, but the blueprints haven't even been drawn yet."

Ron thought for a moment, and realized this was indeed important. He turned and walked back: "Call Laun and the others over, I have something to tell them."

In the morning, Ron called Palin, Dick, and Laune to the council chamber.

"Since we're idle anyway in winter, I have a few things to arrange." He unfolded a piece of parchment with simple sketches drawn on it.

"First, build a small town." Ron pointed to a high ground by the Clearwater River.

"We'll start construction when the snow melts in the spring. Now, let's prepare the materials. We'll add more people to the brick kiln and open two more kilns. The timber will be cut from the forest to the north; wood cut in winter won't get infested with insects, so it'll be perfect."

Palin nodded and made a note of it.

"Secondly, build more farms," ​​Ron said.

"Remove all the serfs from the manor and start construction on it together with the town. Find more servants within the territory."

Dick patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, sir, I'll keep an eye on things and make sure nothing gets delayed."

Ron glanced at him. Dick was a gossip, a sycophant who fawned over superiors and bullied subordinates, but he was genuinely good at getting things done for Ron. No wonder he was a merchant's son; he was shrewd and calculating. Now that he could handle things on his own, the kid had really made something of himself.

"Third, we need to continue recruiting soldiers to make up the two hundred. You, Laun, will oversee the training."

Ron salvaged a lot of the original liquid from the battlefield, enough to sustain the territory until spring.

The group received their tasks and went about their respective tasks.

In the days that followed, Ron became lazy.

I sleep in the warmth every day until I naturally wake up. Then I enjoy a hearty lunch.

The afternoon was for cultivating battle qi.

Go to Linshuiling every two or three days to help Elise relieve her tension.

Two months passed, and the year became 15801 in the Tyrian calendar.

The weather is gradually warming up, and the snow is starting to melt.

Icicles dripped water from the eaves, and the snow in the yard turned into a grayish muddy mess. The north wind wasn't so harsh anymore, and the sun felt warm and pleasant on my skin.

There was a damp smell in the air, the scent of thawing earth mixed with the crispness of melting snow.

Ron stood in the yard and took a deep breath.

Spring has arrived, all things are reviving, it's here again...

That afternoon, as usual, he took a premium magic potion, sat cross-legged on the bed, and guided his battle aura to gather.

A surge of heat coursed through his body, and battle qi surged wildly within him. The body of a Level 1 life form was like a large container, capable of holding even more violent power, but it still required a great deal of effort to unleash all that power into a single force.

He gritted his teeth and forced that force into the vortex, little by little, like a coil of steel wire.

Time passed second by second, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

After an unknown amount of time, a muffled sound suddenly came from inside the body. It wasn't the sound of bones or tendons; it was something deeper inside, like a door opening.

The battle aura vortex has finally taken shape.

Ron opened his eyes and clenched his fist. Power surged in his blood, his fingertips tingled slightly, and his battle aura pulsed in his palm, as if it were alive. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with cool air, but he didn't feel cold at all.

Level 1 Life, Level 1 Battle Qi.

Official Knight.

He stood up and opened the window.

A cold wind blew in, causing the charcoal fire in the brazier to suddenly blaze brightly. In the distance, the setting sun cast its glow on the clouds, turning them red and revealing a faint golden light.

the next morning.

At the dining table, Ron put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a clean white silk cloth.

That's one of the advantages of breaking through to a higher life form: it consumes a lot of energy and requires a lot of food.

Ron now spends about an hour eating each meal, allowing him to fully enjoy his food.

However, if I want to break through to the next level, I'll need to prepare some high-energy foods. Otherwise, even if I eat non-stop all day, I won't be able to take more than a few steps.

After breakfast, Ron went to check out the training grounds.

Cecilia was practicing her swordplay on the sidelines.

She wore a modified leather armor, her hair tied in a ponytail, and held a light small sword in her hand, demonstrating each move. Standing beside her was the coach Ron had found for her, correcting her movements from time to time.

The little girl practiced very seriously, her face tense, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Snowball squatted beside her, tilting its head to watch her, its tail swishing back and forth.

In the past two months, the territory's guards have been replenished, and now Laun is leading them in training.

Construction on the town had already begun; the materials had been prepared long ago, and all that was needed was to dig the foundations and build the houses. Perrin was leading the serfs in the construction.

The town will be completed in less than half a month.

Ron named the town Lily Town in honor of his first Pokémon. If it were to be rebuilt later, it would probably be called White Pear Town.

Many new servants have been added to the manor, and the elf quarters have been expanded and are no longer crowded.

The territory has quietly changed.

Ron didn't worry about any of these things.

He spent his days taking drugs and practicing his fighting spirit, leading a lazy yet disciplined life.

That afternoon, Lauen pushed open the door and came in, his face somewhat solemn.

"My lord, someone has arrived from Linshui Territory."

Ron put down his teacup: "What is it?"

"Lady Elise sent Allen, saying that a lot of spies have been spotted near the waterfront recently, seemingly sent by the surrounding lords. She said these lords may have sensed something is wrong."

Ron stood up and walked to the window.

"Let Allen in," he said.

Laun responded and turned to leave.

Ron stood by the window, his fingers tapping lightly on the windowsill. Spring had only just arrived, and some people were already getting restless.