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As more and more soldiers under Ron's command have recently developed battle qi, Ron has begun to screen these soldiers for their talents.

Those with good talent will continue to be trained and can pledge allegiance to Ron in the future, while those with poor talent will lose their eligibility to be trained as "Meat Broth".

I'll probably be stuck at the entry-level knight squire for the rest of my life. If I train hard, I might be able to become a low-level knight squire in ten years.

Most of these knights' squires were converted serfs and had little to no culture or knowledge.

Therefore, Ron had his subordinates, including Laun, who were knights from his family, develop a course on listening and reading culture.

"The Loyalty and Education of Knights"!!!

They must understand how great a virtue a knight's loyalty is, and they must also understand the rules that govern this world.

That is, knights must be subservient to their lords.

Those who betray their lord cannot be tolerated by this world.

This is a crucial theory behind the stability of slave societies that existed for thousands of years.

It has been revered as a sacred text by countless nobles. Even knights now believe that loyalty is the most valuable thing they can offer besides strength.

The book includes:

108 cases of knights betraying their lords and suffering the terrible consequences.

108 Case Studies of Knights' Loyalty to Their Lords

Every evening, these knights would give lessons to their squires and share their personal experiences and insights.

Finally, they managed to reshape the worldview, outlook on life, and values ​​of these serf knights and their squires.

That evening, Ron went to a lecture.

The council chamber was packed with people, and the brazier burned brightly, casting a reddish glow on everyone's faces. Laue stood at the front, holding a copy of "The Loyalty and Education of Knights," and was engrossed in reading aloud from a page.

"...A knight who betrays his lord will not be accepted no matter where he flees. The duchy will not accept him, the empire will not accept him, and even the pioneering lords will not accept him."

Because if someone has betrayed you before, no one will trust them a second time?

The knights and squires below sat upright, listening intently, some nodding occasionally.

Laun opened the book: "Today's case is 'The Traitorous Hammer Knight.' He betrayed his lord and joined his lord's enemy."

And what happened? His enemies used him and then discarded him, and other lords wouldn't take him in. In the end, he died by the roadside, and no one even bothered to collect his body.

A young soldier raised his hand:

"My lord, why didn't he run away further? Why didn't he go to another principality?"

Laun glanced at him: "It's the same wherever you go. As long as your origins are unclear, the lords will assume you're disloyal. Nobody will use you!"

The soldier shrank back and remained silent.

The lesson is over.

Laun glanced around: "Any more questions?"

No one spoke.

"Then get out of class is over."

The soldiers stood up, saluted haphazardly, and walked out in twos and threes.

Ron leaned against the door, watching them pass by. Someone recognized him, quickly lowered their head, and hurried on.

Abaddon squeezed through the crowd, saw Ron, and grinned, his big white teeth making his smile look even more innocent in the firelight.

Ron beckoned him to come closer.

"grown ups!"

Ron nodded. "Do you understand?"

Aiba scratched his bald head: "Got it. It means if you listen to the lord, you'll get food. If you betray him, nobody will want you."

Ron laughed: "Yes. That's roughly the idea, got it!"

"Got it!" Abaddon patted his chest, making a loud thud.

"I'll do as you say, sir!"

Ron patted him on the shoulder. This big oaf isn't the brightest, but loyalty sometimes doesn't require a brain.

And so, nearly half a month passed.

Over the past ten days or so, Ron has been busy. He led his men to wipe out the orc clans in the northern wilderness.

The stock of concentrate has been replenished.

Aibadang also successfully cultivated battle qi.

The results showed that this big guy's fighting spirit talent was surprisingly good, already considered above average, even stronger than Lauenhart and the others.

But what's most terrifying about Abaddon is his physical talent; his strength and physique are naturally far superior to those of his peers.

Having a good physique can also save time on nourishing the body with fighting spirit.

Ron estimated that Aiba's life level might also be ahead of his battle qi level in breaking through ahead of others.

Winter passed and spring arrived, and warm winds gradually swept across the newly cultivated land. The sun rose, shining on the damp wasteland with a snowy white light.

The snow on the distant mountain ridges hadn't completely melted, leaving patches of white and gray. The air carried the scent of thawing earth, mixed with the smell of decaying withered grass, making it clear that spring had truly arrived.

Territorial development, which had been stalled, has resumed.

Ron would wander around the territory whenever he had nothing to do.

The foundations for Lily Town had been laid, and the wooden frames had been erected, looking like a gray skeleton from a distance. Perrin led the serfs in their work, building houses with a clanging and clatter. Most of the houses in the town were made of brick and stone, but a considerable amount of timber was also needed.

Ron stood on the high place and watched for a while. Bella flew over with her entourage and landed on his shoulder, watching as well.

"Mutter?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide, as if asking, "What is that?"

Big White also made a "smack!" sound, but it lacked any real force and instead looked like a punching bag.

"Small town".

Ron said, "This town was built for you!"

Bella clearly didn't understand what a small town was, but she was happy about Ron's favoritism towards her and excitedly flew around Ron a few times.

Then it made a few "muttering" sounds and flew away. Big White followed behind, flying erratically and almost crashing into a pillar.

In the afternoon, spies monitoring the nearby territory brought new information.

"Sir, in the past few days, there has been daily movement of people between Green Lake Territory and the other two territories. Sometimes there are two or three groups of people traveling back and forth in a single day," the scout reported.

"There are several times more than usual, and none of them have passed through our territory."

Ron put down his pen and leaned back in his chair.

"Have you found out the specifics of what happened?"

"No, those people must be knights; we dare not approach," the scout said.

Ron thought for a moment, then tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Ron had anticipated this situation; once news of his annexation of Linshui Territory spread, the neighboring lords could not help but worry.

Forming an alliance to resist the threat from River Reach was an inevitable outcome, just as he had allied with Green Lake to resist Boris.

Ron was not worried about the alliance of these lords.

These are just a few lords with all sorts of flaws, some old, some crippled, and one of them is a foreign student.

What good is it if cattle and sheep graze in herds?

I didn't hit you today because I didn't want to. I can beat you up anytime I feel like it.

"Continue monitoring, no need for any major actions," Ron said calmly.

Let these lords stick together and keep warm until Ron has finished digesting the spoils of this battle. Then we'll wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Ron has been eyeing that port in Green Lake Territory for a long time.

That old bastard Austin doesn't deserve such a treasure.

It would be better to hand over the reins to someone who is virtuous, talented, and of good character and learning.

And so, life returned to its leisurely pace, with Ron slowly digesting and absorbing Boris's legacy.

However, this peace was soon shattered.

Ron received a letter from Oak City.