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Ron sent Hart to manage the port.

Hart was a meticulous and reliable man. The first thing he did upon arriving at the port was to post notices.

The notice clearly stated: the port rules remain unchanged, the commercial taxes remain unchanged, and the properties of the various noble families remain unchanged. The only thing that has changed is the owner of the port.

The merchants had been on tenterhooks, fearing Ron might do something reckless. But upon seeing the notice, they felt half relieved. A few days later, seeing that the port was operating normally and taxes hadn't increased, they were completely at ease.

Two days later.

Ron's men, sent to Oak City, have retrieved the Jasmine Potion Worm.

A letter was also attached.

The gist of it is that they learned about the disputes between several lords.

Accept their solution, and no further disputes are allowed between the territories. Otherwise, Oakwood will send someone to handle the situation.

Ron finished reading the letter, chuckled, and continued his usual conciliatory approach.

The port involved many nobles, but Ron didn't significantly harm their interests. The Marigold family also played a significant role behind the scenes, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and accept it.

After suffering heavy losses, Marquis Mammon no longer cared about the petty squabbles between lords and only wanted to quickly restore his strength.

This result isn't bad for Ron.

The port town came alive in spring.

After the snow melted, merchant ships began to arrive from the south, and the docks became lively again. Porters carried cargo boxes back and forth on the gangplanks, and the shouts of vendors echoed from the docks all the way to the edge of town.

A few sailors gathered in a tavern on the shore, drinking cheap ale and grumbling about which port had the cheapest women.

The change of ownership of the port did not have a significant impact on the small town; people still came and went every day, and businesses continued to operate.

Ron stood on the newly built building at the port, watching all of this.

It's been almost a month since I got the port.

After the incident involving the three allied forces, the entire pioneering area returned to peace.

The old cripple did send someone over once, bringing a few barrels of wine, saying it was "to keep in touch with the neighbors." Ron was somewhat surprised by his attitude.

With the arrival of family members and a wealth of management talent, Ron also chose to continue expanding northward.

Hart and his men led soldiers to wipe out the orc tribes in the north every day, and the farm was built northward as well.

Try to expand the territory as much as possible before the duchy's officials arrive.

Otherwise, in two years, a new pioneering lord might stand in his way.

In the past two months, the number of knights under Ron's command has expanded rapidly, with nearly ten mid-rank knights alone. Gray has also broken through to become a high-rank squire.

The most surprising thing is Abaddon. He has only been exposed to battle qi for less than three months, yet he has become a mid-level knight squire. Moreover, thanks to his physical advantages, he is able to fight Gray to a standstill.

However, the knight boom has come to an end, and potions will no longer be available indefinitely.

Ron himself is a huge consumer of potions; the amount of potions he consumes alone is comparable to that of all the high-level potions combined.

Therefore, after the number of knights in the territory increased, the potion rations were restored to the previous monthly rations, which were only enough for the knights to train normally.

"grown ups."

Hart knocked on the door and came in, holding a letter in his hand.

"A manager from a chamber of commerce at the port sent someone to deliver it. He said it absolutely had to be delivered to you."

Ron took the letter and glanced at the sealing wax. It was a rose stamp, with intricately detailed petals—clearly not the mark of an ordinary merchant guild.

"Rose Merchants Association," he read aloud.

Hatt nodded: "The mayor said that this is a merchant guild from a southern kingdom that trades regularly at the port, and it's owned by an earl. They want to establish a connection with us so they can do business with us."

Ron opened the letter and scanned it.

The letter paper had gold foil patterns, but the wording was polite.

He began by offering compliments, saying he had heard that the Baron of Greenwood was young and promising, and that his port was in an excellent location, suggesting that they could do more business together in the future.

The real topic is in the middle: Duke Violet of the Golden Dragon Kingdom will be holding a large auction in half a month, where many precious treasures will appear, all of which are rarely seen on the market.

Enclosed is a guest invitation, welcoming Baron Ron to your presence.

Ron had heard Liulichuan mention this auction; it was an annual event in the nearby sea area that had been held for many years and was becoming increasingly famous.

Many impoverished nobles chose to put their family treasures up for auction, which was a safe option.

Ron also had his eye on it.

He hadn't spent the more than 20,000 gold dragons he had, and he didn't want to buy ordinary agricultural spirit insects, so he just kept them in his space.

Things are now back on track in the territory, and there are no potential threats.

He, as the lord, spends all his time either cultivating or petting. It's getting a bit tiresome; going out for a walk would be nice.

He hasn't been to any other countries since he came into this world.

But this trip won't be a matter of just a day or two. The journey alone will take seven or eight days, and with the auction taking place, the whole trip will take at least a month.

Two days later.

After Ron had everything arranged in the territory, he boarded the ship with his men and set off.

Unfortunately, Liulichuan is about to break through, and Iris can't leave the territory, so neither of them went with her.

Ron only brought two knights, Hart and Eba, along with a dozen or so men. The rest of his men remained in the territory.

He stood at the bow of the ship and waved down.

"sail."

The sails rose, and the merchant ship slowly sailed away from the dock. The figures on the shore grew smaller and smaller, the harbor gradually became a line, and finally disappeared from sight.

The ship was naturally sponsored by Austin.

A three-masted sailboat, several tens of meters long, is now called the Big White.

It was renovated again, and only Ron lived on the top floor. The other subordinates and sailors were crammed into the other floors.

Ron stood on the deck, looking ahead.

The sea was calm, and the sunlight shone on it, scattering into golden glitter. Several seagulls flew in the distance, their cries carried away by the sea breeze.

On the deck, Ron felt the sea breeze and gazed at the azure sea, his mood instantly brightening.

He put everything else out of his mind—the Marquis of Mammon, the pioneering lands—none of it mattered anymore.

Quietly enjoying the spring breeze on my cheeks.

"Meow~"

"Meow~"

Ron's self-absorption was interrupted by the bleating of sheep.

He was momentarily dazed.

"Where am I? Aren't I at sea? Why am I hallucinating? Could it be because I've been indulging in beautiful women lately? But I haven't gotten any branches!"

"Meow~"

Ron heard it clearly this time; there really was a sheep bleating.

Ron found Hart and got the details.

Hart was aware of this: "Sir, I specifically asked the old sailor when I was preparing the supplies, and everything is ready."

"They have a tradition of bringing a ewe on board, supposedly so they can drink the sheep's milk. This is something the nobles specifically instructed them to do."

"I have also prepared one for you, my esteemed lord."

Ron's forehead turned black as he listened.

But he couldn't really blame Hart; he was just a down-on-his-luck knight who had never been on a ship in his life. It was normal that he didn't know these things.

"Alright, alright, let's kill the sheep and give the sailors an extra meal! Their constant squawking is annoying."

Ron added, "Oh, and don't bring it here!"