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

Ron's experiments have not been without results these past few days; he has found that the animals he has sent in have become more docile.

To be precise, they became more docile towards him.

Ron is holding a sparrow in his hand, which he just retrieved from his spatial storage.

Before it was released, this sparrow was just an ordinary wild bird that would fly away as soon as it saw people approaching.

After staying inside for a few days, he saw that Ron no longer flew.

It quietly squatted in his palm. To say that the sparrow could understand Ron's commands and hit exactly where he pointed would be a bit of an exaggeration.

But they no longer see Ron as a predator and have let their guard down.

Ron had a vague idea of ​​what was going on: could this Demon Refining Pot space be capable of taming creatures?

He then extracted even more kinds of animals from the space.

Extensive testing revealed that some simple, unintelligent creatures exhibited the greatest changes.

Even those with higher intelligence, like wild wolves and wild cats, have shown some changes, but they are not very obvious. We need to observe them for a longer period of time in the Demon Refining Pot space.

To obtain more accurate information, Ron also dragged out the male serf.

The serf was a little dazed when he came out, but when he saw the lord standing in front of him, he was startled and immediately knelt down to beg for mercy.

Ron had no intention of paying attention to the entire serfdom; he had already made up his mind the moment the serf was introduced.

The serf had not yet been deeply affected; the disappointment in his eyes was impossible to hide.

It seems that the effect of the Demon Refining Pot on living beings is indeed influenced by their intelligence; it's just unknown how long it will take to complete the taming process.

Another uncertainty is whether strength also affects the taming speed.

Ron decided to try and capture a knight from his neighbor's house.

After observing the serfs' reactions, Ron obtained the information he wanted and turned his attention to the serfs kneeling on the ground.

"You foolish, lazy donkey, I'm giving you a task: fill this place with flowers, and I'll forgive your mistake, understand?"

The serf trembled like a leaf and quickly kowtowed in reply:

"Little...little one, I understand..."

Ron was too lazy to listen to his nonsense. Before he could finish speaking, a flash of white light took him back into the space.

The test is complete.

This test also revealed that living beings, including humans, can freely enter the Demon Refining Pot space.

Ron planned to test it a few more times before going in to take a look himself.

Let's wait and see for now, until we're 98% certain before making a decision.

Ron also gave this space a new name.

It's called the Little Garden.

The name must be misleading.

Later, we can turn this space into a secret base, and if conditions permit, we can train troops there.

Important resources, such as magic potion spirits and cordyceps, were moved in.

However, all of this can only be achieved once the small garden expands to a sufficient size.

There is one thing I can do right now.

That means bringing back all the rock horned war sheep we found earlier and putting them in the small garden to tame them for a while.

Now that the territory matter is settled, we can arrange another voyage.

Ron became increasingly excited as he thought about it, so he summoned his men and gave them instructions.

"Arrange another sea trip tomorrow, and get everything packed tonight." Ron turned to look at Perrin.

Since being knighted, Perrin has been radiant and full of passion, as if he has been given a second spring.

He replied with great enthusiasm, "Please rest assured, my esteemed sir, I will arrange everything for you and ensure you have a comfortable trip."

Ron neither agreed nor disagreed with Palin's words, and then glanced around and made arrangements:

"Hart and Abaddon are coming with me this time, along with a few mid-ranking knight squires. The squires must also have fighting spirit."

Ron turned to look at Lauen: "You should still be in charge of the territory."

On the last few times Ron went out, he was the one who stayed in the territory to oversee things, and this time Ron also gave a calm reply.

Ron trusted Laun completely, both in terms of his work and his loyalty.

Hart and Abaddon's loyalty is beyond question, but they are not capable of handling things independently.

Hart is doing well; he'll be out of training soon.

Aiba was truly a complicated case, and Ron no longer had high expectations for him, figuring he would just be a loyal high-level henchman from now on.

Early the next morning, Ron, along with Hart, Abaddon, and a dozen knights, set sail.

Captain Marco, following the course he had taken before, easily found War Sheep Island. When the ship docked, it was just dawn, and a thin mist still lingered on the sea.

The little pink-haired girl came along again, but after a day and a night of sailing...

Her legs were too weak to get off the boat, so she rested on it.

Ron landed on the island with his knights and squires. The group of more than a dozen people crossed the coast and carved out a winding path through the mangroves.

After a morning of trekking, we finally arrived at the center of the island.

Dozens of rock horned sheep were grazing on the slope on the island. They were the size of calves, with strong limbs and thick horns as thick as iron.

Upon seeing Ron and his group arrive, they merely looked up warily.

These war sheep have lived on the island in groups for a long time. As magical beasts, they are the tyrants of the island, and no other creature can threaten them.

When Ron and his men approached, the war sheep did not run away; some of them even pawed at the ground with their hooves.

It seems they are poised to take the initiative and launch an offensive.

To be honest, Ron and his group are not as good as these sheep as a whole.

The lowest-ranking beasts there are all mid-level magical beasts, and the one leading them looks to be only level one.

Ron's only advantage is himself. His physical strength has definitely reached the peak of the first tier. With the help of items and armor, taking down the War Ram leader shouldn't be a problem.

But reckless action will definitely result in losses, so Ron took out the pills he had prepared.

This was made by mixing the original liquid with flour and adding an expensive anesthetic drug. It could easily knock out a mid-level knight.

Even if he ate more high-grade pills, he would still collapse. Ron threw all the pills in his hand away.

With his full knight-level power, he could throw it a thousand meters away.

Sure enough, the bottle shattered in front of the sheep, spilling out a large number of pills, which had been preparing for battle.

However, attracted by the smell of the original liquid, some of the warrior sheep began to get restless.

Sure enough, one of the war rams couldn't resist and ate one. It trembled all over and showed an expression of ecstasy.

They were about to continue tasting it when other war rams started trying to snatch it as well.

Ron saw all these actions and felt a surge of smug satisfaction.

"Hmph! They took the bait after all."

I was given delayed anesthesia.

Eat up! Eat up! Hehehe...

However, just as Ron was feeling smug, a huge figure suddenly crashed into the war ram and sent it flying.

It's the leader of the Rockhorn War Rams!!

After knocking the war ram away with a single blow, the opponent let out a low growl at his flock of sheep.

Then Ron saw that the entire herd of war sheep turned and looked at Ron and his group.

At the command of the war ram leader, all the war rams raised their heads and charged towards Ron and his group.

Ron immediately cursed, "Damn it, I was careless!!"