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The flock of war sheep has lost ten of its core fighting force, and its threat level has now been greatly reduced.

As Ron and his men continued their offensive the following day, the flock of sheep quickly met their end.

The last ten or so war rams were cornered at the foot of a mountain by Ron and his two companions.

"Meow~ Meow..."

The sheep let out desperate and unwilling cries.

The war ram leader had lost its previous arrogance. Now, it stood guard in front of the flock, facing off against Ron and his two companions, accompanied by two young war rams.

Behind it were lambs and pregnant ewes.

"Meow~ Meow..."

The sound was broken, intermittent, shrill, and pitiful, a low whimper, like a plea and an accusation, oppressive and sorrowful.

Ron looked at the few war rams in front of him who were willing to fight him to the death, and felt helpless.

Why do I feel like I've become the villain?

The last of the war rams did not cause Ron much trouble, as the war ram leader was no match for Ron.

Now that they've lost the sheep's support, they were quickly captured by Ron and sent to the little garden to reunite.

After wiping out the rocky rams on the island, Ron returned to the ship.

It was only the afternoon of the second day when they arrived on the island, and there was still plenty of time before dark.

Ron then ordered everyone on the ship to disembark and explore the island's depths.

This island isn't small; besides the war sheep, there might be other resources.

Let's see if we can discover any more unexpected adventures.

Ron himself washed his tired body and changed into some fresh clothes.

Lilith stayed by Ron's side and took care of him.

Ron pulled her into his arms, inhaled the fragrance of her hair, and then drifted into the small garden.

A total of thirty-eight war rams were harvested this time.

One of the first tiers is the War Ram Leader.

Seven high-level magical beasts, twenty-two mid-level magical beasts, and the rest were lambs and two pregnant ewes.

The captured war sheep in the small garden have gradually awakened, and the flock is in a frenzied state.

The small garden was in complete chaos because of them.

The two serfs were clever enough that after the first war sheep was brought in, they hid in a secluded tree.

They escaped being trampled to death.

However, the other creatures in the small garden fared much worse; faced with this horde of out-of-control monsters, they were all bulldozed into punctured balls.

Fortunately, after the leader of the war sheep regained consciousness, the flock returned to calm.

It stopped its violent rampage and simply walked around on the grass, quietly grazing.

The war ram leader spotted two serfs hiding in a tree, but it didn't attack them.

It seems its intelligence is quite high; knowing its own predicament, it didn't choose to attack humans rashly.

Ron watched the movements of the war sheep and pondered to himself.

By sending the War Ram leader into the Little Garden, Ron confirmed another piece of information: first-tier creatures can also enter the Little Garden.

The risk of him going in by himself has decreased.

There are only two rank-two creatures in the territory: Ron and Margaret.

Ron was reluctant to let Margaret try it; if something went wrong, he would have nowhere to turn.

Ron planned to keep these war rams in the small garden until they submitted.

After they were tamed, they were distributed to his knights and squires.

With Ron's original essence, a few of these war sheep might even break through to the first tier.

He only had four high-ranking knight squires under his command, which was enough no matter how he divided them.

Whoever breaks through to the high-ranking knight squire first gets to choose first.

But how do we deal with the Tier 1 War Ram Leader?

Ron, anyway, didn't want to ride it.

He has Margaret; there's no need for him to ride another goat.

Even if it's just for show, riding a fine, noble horse is enough.

After much deliberation, Ron decided to give the Tier 1 War Ram to Abaddon.

Of Ron's four high-ranking knight squires, the one who will be the first to break through to become a full knight will definitely be Abaddon.

His physical talent is exceptional, and his fighting spirit talent is also quite good.

With Ron's strong support, breaking through to the first rank is not a difficult task.

Next up are Laun and Hart, but Erin might have better talent.

However, he won't be able to access the core of the River Bend Territory, and even if he manages to break through, he'll probably still be ranked behind Hart.

Giving him a chance to form a contract with the Sheep is a tremendous opportunity for him.

After observing the sheep's condition for a while, Ron's attention was drawn away from the small garden.

"Gege~ What's making you so happy?" The little pink-haired girl asked in a coquettish tone, her eyes wide.

Then, with a tearful look in her eyes and a hint of grievance, she said, "My brother hasn't spoken to me for two days."

"I can't make my brother happy even if I do anything else."

Ron looked at the little pink-haired girl's babbling.

I couldn't help but recall a famous quote from my chemistry teacher in my past life.

To excel in chemistry, beakers are indispensable.

In the end, after much persuasion, a communication channel was opened between the two parties.

Both sides said they benefited greatly.

Two hours later, the people who had been sent to the island returned one after another.

Unfortunately, after searching for so long, we found nothing except a few wild fruit trees and a patch of mixed trees.

There are no mineral veins, no elf insects, and not even any decent magical beasts.

"On this lousy island, the only thing worth anything is these sheep," Abaddon muttered.

Ron gave up too.

Encountering a flock of war sheep is already a pleasant surprise; we mustn't be greedy.

Getting a fairy bug is all about luck.

They definitely exist on the island, but whether you find them depends entirely on luck.

"Let's go back to the territory." Ron turned and walked towards the ship's cabin.

It was completely dark when the ship left Zhan Yang Island.

The sea was calm, and the moonlight shone on the water, shattering into a silvery glow.

Lilith leaned against the cabin door, her face still flushed, but she seemed much better.

"Brother, how much money did you make this time?" she asked curiously.

Ron counted on his fingers:

"It's hard to say, but it would probably take tens of thousands of gold dragons, and with good luck, it might even reach 100,000 gold dragons."

"So many!" Lilith's eyes lit up.

"Brother~ You're amazing!!" she said, jumping into Ron's arms.

Ron patted her little head:

"I have a gift for you when I get back this time, and I think it should be arriving around that time."

"Really? It can't be very expensive, can it?"

"Lilith will like anything that Pigeon gives her, it doesn't have to be expensive."

"Let's keep all the golden dragons for our brother to build his territory!" the little pink-haired boy said sweetly.

He pinched her rosy cheeks and said in a domineering tone, "If your brother gives it to you, you have to accept it. No refusing, understand?"

"Mmm! I'll do whatever you say, brother..."

Ron really enjoys playing this game with the pink-haired girl; it's quite fun.

Silent all night.

In short, the little pink-haired girl suffered a lot.