Transmigrated with a Demon-Refining Pot: Hehehe, Refine in an instant

The next morning, Ron drank two large bottles of AD cap.

He got up, washed, dressed, and went to the yard. He found an open space and began his daily practice.

On the training ground, his battle qi circulated within his body, layer upon layer, becoming significantly more abundant than when he had just broken through. He closed his eyes, feeling the violent power within his body.

Early stage of Tier 1, but not far from the middle stage. The original liquid has nourished my body very well, and there are basically no bottlenecks in minor realms. I just need to accumulate battle qi step by step.

Ron had a large number of high-level magic potions purchased from the auction, which greatly shortened the process. He estimated that it would take less than a month for his battle aura level to reach the next level.

As for how to break through to the second-tier Grand Knight, isn't there a dragon coming soon?

The future looks bright!

He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air. The training would begin with swordsmanship, primarily to prepare him for the rapid increase in his physical strength each day.

The wind from the sword swept past, rustling the leaves of the trees in the courtyard.

After an hour of training, Ron finished his training for the day and went back to his room to change into clean clothes.

Elise was already up and sitting at her dressing table, combing her hair. She saw Ron in the mirror and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Are you leaving?"

"Mmm." Ron walked over and hugged her from behind.

"Just got back, lots of things to do back in the territory."

Elise leaned against him without saying a word.

"The castle will be finished in two more months, then you can move in."

"Let's have a party!!"

"I'll introduce you to a good friend later..." Ron said with a knowing smile.

Elise blushed with embarrassment, but did not refuse.

Ron didn't have any bad intentions; he just wanted to give them a home. What's wrong with that?!

They're all pitiful people...

As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. If Ron doesn't take responsibility, will there still be love in this cold world?

After spending some time with Elise, Ron returned to River Reach.

By the time we arrived at the manor, the sun was already high in the sky.

After the martial law was lifted, Ron went directly to the small courtyard in Liulichuan.

She was sitting by the window reading a book, wearing a light blue dress, her hair loose, the sunlight shining on her, making her look like a painting. When she saw Ron come in, she put down her book.

"You're back?" She slowly poured Ron a glass of water.

"Okay." Ron took it and sat down opposite her.

"I have good news for you. I made a fortune on this voyage, and now your magic tower is secured."

"So, have you made your choice? I'll add any additional features you'd like this time."

"Build it as big as you want. You make a list of materials, craftsmen, and runes, and I'll have someone go to Oak City to purchase them."

Liu Lichuan's eyes lit up.

"Really? The top-of-the-line model must be very expensive. I've always used the regular ones in my family."

"Let me calculate, the tower is at least five stories high. The bottom floor is for energy pools, the second floor is for books and research, the third floor is for medicine making, the fourth floor is for storage, and the top floor is for cultivation and spellcasting."

"If we replace the energy pool with one that has all attributes, embed runes in the inner walls, and install a crystal ball on the top of the tower... it would cost sixty to seventy thousand gold dragons!" Her tone was somewhat sarcastic.

Ron's lips twitched. Damn it, magicians aren't something poor people can afford to play.

But he still readily agreed, which shocked Liulichuan; she was just saying it casually.

Ron pinched her shocked cheek: "You have no idea what your man's capabilities are like..."

"Once the magic tower is built, you will definitely make great progress!!!"

In the afternoon, Ron took a stroll around the castle construction site. Kraft was directing the craftsmen in building the wall, which was already half a person high, with the bluish-gray stones stacked neatly.

"My lord," Perrin greeted him, "you're back."

"How's the progress?" Ron asked, looking at the construction site from his horse.

"At this rate, we can move in before winter." He wiped his sweat.

"The problem is that we're still short-staffed and can't keep up with the demand for materials."

Ron brought back silver worth over 100,000 gold dragons from this voyage. After paying for the castle and magic tower, he still had 40,000 to 50,000 left.

What Perrin said were all trivial matters that could be solved with money, and were no problem at all for the wealthy Mr. Ron.

"Go and mint the silver I brought into silver coins. If you need anything, just place an order in Oak City or the port."

"Buy another five thousand serfs and settle them properly afterward."

Perrin paused for a moment: "Sir, five thousand?"

"The first batch is five thousand, and we'll buy the second and third batches once we're settled," Ron said without batting an eye.

"Expand northward, build new farms and towns. The patrol teams have cleared out most of the wild monsters in the northern wilderness, so build new farms and claim the land."

"In addition, we can also take over Maolin Territory and Shixi Territory."

Perrin quickly picked up her notebook and wrote it down, while Ron continued to add:

"The potions for the territory knights can continue to be supplied in large quantities. Take the money and go to Oakwood City to buy them. Tell them to train hard these days and try to break through a minor rank."

Also, let's go to the Nightingale Pavilion and buy some people; we need to enrich the nightlife in our territory.

Ron still values ​​the physical and mental health of his subordinates.

For the next period of time, Ron went into a spending spree.

The development of the territory can be described as rapid and ever-changing.

Both the waterfront territory and the port area benefited, and the changes were very rapid. The caravan planned by Little Pink Hair was also organized.

Half a month later, Ron returned from Margaret's place once more.

He brought back a large amount of silver ore, and his personal strength also broke through to the mid-stage of the first rank, while his physique remained one level higher than his battle qi.

After returning this time, Ron planned to go again after a longer interval, so that Margaret could truly experience what it feels like to be itchy all over.

Ron estimated that he only needed to stretch her once, and Margaret would look at him like she was her own father again, thus securing the victory in the battle of wits.

The peaceful days didn't last long when Ron received a letter from Oak City.

The duchy's inspection team is coming.