Who taught him to restore his country like this?

[Reputation: None (0/h↑)]

Experience: 800 (530/h↑)

Chapter 10 Reputation can be bought with money

A newly established territory grants 1 experience point per hour.

男爵领每小时经验收益是10点，子爵领是50点，伯爵领是200-300点，侯爵领是500-600点，公爵领是1000-2000点，王国领是10000-30000点。

Although Ron was restored to the throne and was still the king, his territory was smaller than that of a regular kingdom, and his experience rewards were still distributed according to the territory standards of the Gray Mist Territory.

"530 experience points per hour is already quite good."

Ron didn't have high expectations for this.

He needs reputation more than experience.

Reputation gains are not tied to territory size, but rather to population size and faith level.

If Ron were to build a nation from scratch, he would surely become a king revered by all.

If he takes over a territory midway through, given enough time, he can also get his people to sing his praises every day.

Unfortunately, he did not have the time to gradually build up his image as a benevolent ruler.

If you want to maximize profits in a short period of time, the only way is to throw money at it.

Ron closed the panel and looked up at Avlai, who was standing respectfully in front of him: "Go and count how many refugees there are in Gray Mist Territory, as well as the people in the slums of various towns, and gather them all together."

“Yes,” Avrae nodded in response, wondering about Ron’s intentions.

Ron thought for a moment, then continued, "Before evening, I want to see all the knights and soldiers of Graymist Territory gathered in Frostwind City. Remember, have them wear armor blades."

Having explained all this, and disregarding Avrae's speculations, Ron left the lord's mansion, left Windwind City, and headed towards the Mercenary Guild.

News of Ron's departure from Rhythm City quickly reached the ears of the lord's steward, who immediately found Avre, who was lost in thought, in the mansion.

"Lady Avrae, that villain is gone. Please escape now."

Avra was taken aback by what she heard.

She then glanced around in a panic, and only after confirming that the person was not there did she dare to whisper, "He can control the gray mist, can I escape?"

"You have to escape, even if you can't. Otherwise, if that villain forces you to do something that betrays the Emerald Kingdom, the lord and the others won't let you off when they return."

"But……"

Avra hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

If she were discovered while trying to escape, she probably wouldn't live to see her father return.

“That villain hastily restored his kingdom and declared himself king without even preparing the basic ceremonies. Lady Avra ​​can feign ingratiation and go into the city under the pretext of commissioning a royal robe. Even if he discovers this, he won’t blame you.”

"I will have someone prepare a carriage at the city gate. When the time is right, you can immediately get on the carriage and escape from Gray Fog Territory to seek help," the steward suggested.

"……All right."

After a long silence, Avrae finally made up her mind.

She followed the housekeeper's instructions and pretended to go to town to buy materials for making the crown.

When the steward said, "Lady Afraid, we should go back," she quietly approached the city gate.

Finally, she seized the opportunity, rushed out of the city gate, and boarded the carriage prepared by the steward without any danger.

The carriage sped toward the border.

She wasn't the only one with thoughts of escaping.

Many more merchants and travelers, fearing repercussions from Ron's outrageous actions, are packing their belongings and preparing to leave Graymist Territory.

……

Mercenary Guild.

When Ron reappeared at the registration counter, he no longer needed to demonstrate his power with money. The clerk immediately stood up respectfully and said, "Your Majesty Ron."

Despite her respectful demeanor, her tone was somewhat strained.

Clearly, he still didn't quite accept Ron's identity as King.

Ron didn't care. He took out another high-grade magic crystal and said, "I want to issue a quest."

The saleswoman carefully took the high-grade magic crystal and asked, "What kind of quest would you like to post?"

“Do my bidding and run errands for me for three days. Here is the deposit,” Ron said calmly.

"This..." The saleswoman looked somewhat embarrassed.

The Mercenary Guild can indeed take on any mission, even intervening in a war between two countries, as long as the money is right.

The Mercenary Association dared not interfere in the war for the divine kingdoms, but it did not intervene at all.

Because the three major papal courts conveyed a clear divine decree: those who are not from the chosen nations must not interfere in the war of the divine kingdoms.

With a high-grade magic crystal as a deposit, coupled with his illegitimate position, it's obvious what kind of task Ron entrusted to him was.

Seemingly sensing her concerns, Ron added, "I won't use it for the war with the Emerald Kingdom; it's just for some miscellaneous tasks."

"This..." The clerk still hesitated to register the request.

"Misha, please register His Majesty Ron."

At that moment, a voice came from deep within the Mercenary Guild.

"Yes."

The clerk immediately registered Ron's mission and posted it on the mission wall.

Ron turned to look at the people in the hall.

Wherever my gaze fell, everyone avoided my eyes.

In their view, Ron's attempt to restore his country was utter nonsense; who would restore a country so hastily?

How dare one person try to restore a kingdom, and even do so on the territory of the Emerald Kingdom? Does he really think the Emerald Kingdom doesn't exist?

Anyone with a modicum of intelligence could see that Ron's power was only temporary and wouldn't last long.

They have no reason to offend the Emerald Kingdom for the sake of a dying man.

Seeing that no one was interested in the money he offered to buy their lives, Ron sneered and mocked, "A bunch of cowards who fear death, what kind of mercenaries are you?"

"What did you say, you brat?"

Provoked, the five mercenaries slammed their fists on the table and surrounded Ron.

"I'm only addressing you as Your Majesty out of respect; otherwise, you're nothing but a bastard..."

Before they could finish their taunts, Ron impatiently waved his hand, and five mercenaries collapsed to the ground.

This scene, witnessed by the mercenaries present, sent shivers down their spines.

Seeing that no one else objected, Ron snorted and prepared to leave the Mercenary Association.

"Isn't this His Majesty Ron?"

Just then, a rough voice came from the doorway.

Byron approached with his four sisters and said, "You still have the leisure to come to the Mercenary Guild? If you don't go back to manage your territory, your people will all run away."

When Byron was halfway through his sentence, Reggie next to him kept nudging his thigh with her elbow, signaling him to stop talking.

But Byron seemed oblivious and finished his sentence.

Reggie stomped hard on Byron's foot in anger, then carefully observed Ron's expression. Only when she saw that Ron wasn't angry did she dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

The person before him was no longer the Mr. Barrett from before. The five mercenaries lying in the mercenary hall, their fates unknown, were enough to demonstrate his brutal nature.

“Your Majesty Ron, he did not mean to offend you, please…”

“You still owe me five martial arts techniques,” Ron interrupted Reggie.

“Ah…yes,” Byron asked, “Do you want to learn now?”

Ron shook his head: "No rush, there's time to learn later. I need someone to do things for me now, the pay is good, do you want to come?"

Upon hearing about the generous reward, Byron immediately became interested: "What kind of work? I won't do murder or arson."

"Just some errands and moving chores."

"no problem!"

Byron readily agreed, without hesitation even though Reggie's elbow was almost scraped.

Left with no other choice, Reggie could only try to salvage the situation for Byron: "Your Majesty Ron, it is a great honor that you have chosen us..."

She had barely finished her polite pleasantries, and before she could say anything more, she heard Ron's cold voice: "Are you playing me?"

The murderous intent in his gaze made her tremble, and she lowered her head in fear: "No... I wouldn't dare."

"The mission is over there. Once you've accepted the mission, come out quickly. I'll be waiting for you outside."

Ron snorted and walked out of the mercenary hall.

Chapter 11 What did you do to the new king of the Kingdom of Lach?

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"how so?"

Afraid collapsed to the ground in front of the Gray Fog Territory border.

The most thrilling and dangerous thing she had ever done in her life was this escape.

She had exhausted all her strength, suppressing the anxiety that her heart was about to leap out of her chest, and finally managed to escape to this place. Just when she was about to escape from the Gray Mist Territory, a cold barrier ruthlessly blocked her way, instantly plunging her from heaven to hell.

Looking at the barrier that had appeared out of nowhere, she felt utterly hopeless.

She was just one step away, just one step away, from escaping the Gray Mist Territory.

But fate played a cruel joke on her.

As expected, that devil wouldn't let her escape so easily.