Who taught him to restore his country like this?

“These are the things I need your help to buy in the towns near Graymist Territory, the more the better,” Ron said.

"What are you buying these for?" Byron asked, puzzled.

"And blacksmiths and carpenters too, hire as many as you can, and I guarantee they'll be satisfied with the wages. If you encounter any refugees or people struggling to survive in the slums along the way, bring them all back," Ron continued.

“I can understand blacksmiths and carpenters, but what’s the point of bringing back refugees and the poor?” Byron couldn’t understand.

Ron didn't explain, but continued, "With this array plate, you can leave Gray Mist Territory. I'm only giving you a day and a half. I need to see these things in Windwind City by tomorrow evening. Can you do that?"

In fact, he felt that even a day and a half was too long.

If he handles it himself, he can return to Gray Mist Territory by tomorrow morning.

However, he had only recently mastered the power of Annihilation, and his compatibility with it was low. Without the gray mist from the eruption of the ruins to assist him, he was unable to use the second-stage ability of Annihilation—decay—which rapidly depletes a person's life force.

In other words, once he leaves Graymist Territory, he can only achieve magic immunity.

Magic immunity is useless. If they encounter a ten-person squad from the Emerald Kingdom, they could be easily cut down by a flurry of blows.

"no problem."

Byron agreed quickly, as always, saying, "It will cost a lot of money to purchase these things, so you need to give me the money first."

"This should be enough."

Ron pulled a palm-sized cloth bag from his pocket and placed it in Byron's outstretched hand.

Byron took the bag and opened it to look inside.

Inside were two high-grade magic crystals.

“No problem.” Byron put the bag away.

What Ron wanted to buy wasn't any expensive luxury item; two high-grade magic crystals would be more than enough to cover his expenses.

"Wait for our good news."

After Byron finished speaking, he was about to call the four girls behind him to get into the carriage.

"Wait a moment."

Ron stopped Byron and pointed to someone behind him: "She stays. I have other things for her to do."

Reggie looked around to make sure Ron wasn't looking at anyone else.

It's me again?

She felt like crying.

She didn't know what she had done to offend this official, so that he would target her whenever he had the slightest bad intentions.

"No," Byron said firmly, "I can't leave her alone..."

“I’m fine, Lord Byron,” Reggie interrupted Byron, shaking his head and saying, “You may go. His Majesty Ron will not harm me.”

She knew in her heart that Ron didn't trust them and was afraid they would run away with the money, so he wanted to leave one of them as a hostage.

She trusted her companions and was willing to stay as a hostage.

"OK then."

Since Reggie had said so, Byron had no choice but to compromise.

As the carriage drove out of the city gate, Reggie approached Ron and respectfully asked, "Your Majesty Ron, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Take me to the place in this town where slaves are sold."

Ron got into another carriage.

"Yes."

The St. Regis drives its own horse-drawn carriage.

More than ten minutes later, they arrived at the door of the town's largest slave trader.

Upon seeing that it was the young king who had announced the restoration of the kingdom at the lord's mansion this morning, the slave traders hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"Your Majesty Ron, it is a great honor to have you here. Is there anything I can do for you?" The slave trader warmly welcomed Ron.

Merchants prioritize profit above all else; as long as there is something to gain, they don't care who the lord of Gray Mist Territory is.

Reggie: "His Majesty Ron wants to buy slaves."

"It would be my pleasure to serve you."

The slave trader bowed and then said to the people around him, "Go and bring out the best batch of slaves for His Majesty Ron to see."

Just as they were about to make arrangements, Ron spoke up.

“Bring out all the slaves.”

The slave trader was taken aback for a moment, then realized a big deal had come his way, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

The slave traders entered the dungeon with beaming smiles and took charge of the arrangements themselves.

Before long, all the slaves were brought out.

The slave traders divided them into three groups.

The first cluster is the most numerous but of the worst quality.

They were thin, dressed in tattered clothes, with blank expressions and lifeless eyes staring at the person in front of them.

The slaves in the second group looked much healthier; the men were robust and the women were beautiful, but their mental state was not much better than that of the slaves in the first group.

The final third group of slaves consisted of only five women, all of whom were non-human and still possessed fear in their eyes, serving to satisfy the fetishes of the BT nobles.

Without exception, these slaves wore anti-magic collars around their necks.

"Your Majesty Ron, is there anything you fancy?"

After Ron had looked through all the slaves, the slave trader immediately stepped forward and asked him questions.

He rubbed his fat hands, waiting confidently for Ron's reply.

This batch of slaves included beauties from several races, and it was impossible for such vigorous young birds to resist the temptation.

"I want it all."

Ron said calmly.

The slave trader was taken aback, then his smiling face suddenly showed signs of panic: "Your Majesty Ron wants all of these slaves?"

"Yes."

Despite receiving Ron's approval, the slave traders were not happy.

That sounds like they don't want to pay.

How could I possibly be happy?

“Calculate how much money you need in total, and then go to the lord’s manor to ask Avre for it,” Ron said.

"This..." The slave trader hesitated.

Why don't you just pay the money directly?

If I go to Avra ​​and ask her for it, but she won't give it to me, who should I ask?

He couldn't afford to offend either side.

"Hurry up and arrange vehicles to send these slaves to Rising Wind City. Do you intend to defy His Majesty Ron?" Reggie questioned.

"Don't dare."

The slave traders quickly got to work.

He had heard that this ruthless man had slaughtered hundreds of guards in the lord's mansion that morning, using extremely cruel methods.

He was no match for hundreds of guards, so he had no choice but to accept his defeat.

Chapter 13 New Code

The autumn wind whispers its lament, and maple leaves flutter in the air.

If the gray fog hadn't obscured the sky, one could have seen the afterglow of the setting sun spilling across the streets and alleys.

Gray Mist Territory, within the city of Frostwind.

In the central square, the gray fog gradually dissipated, revealing a dense crowd of people.

They were all forcibly brought here by the lord's guards; most were refugees who fled here because of the war, and the rest were poor people from the slums of various towns.

They huddled together, looking trembling at the guards surrounding them, clad in armor and wielding sharp blades, not understanding why they had been captured.

Outside the square, crowds of curious onlookers gathered.

“Miss Reggie, do you know what His Majesty Ron is doing by gathering these refugees together?”

Beneath the raised platform in the square, Avra ​​asked Reggie, puzzled.

Ron gathers refugees and the poor, and not long ago brought back a group of slaves; it's hard to guess what he's thinking.

Fearing Ron's ferocity, she could only seek help from Reggie.

She believed that since Reggie was with Ron, she must know some inside information.

“Lady Avra, I am merely a mercenary, and I know no more about His Majesty Ron’s thoughts than you do,” Reggie said.

She also didn't understand Ron's intentions in doing so.

Based on what she has seen so far, she concludes that Ron intends to publicly execute those who would disrupt the order of the Gray Mist Territory and are of no use to it.

The advantage of doing this is that it can reduce the burden on the Gray Fog Territory, while also establishing authority.

However, the disadvantages of doing so are clearly greater than the advantages.

Executing these people without cause will only establish the reputation of a tyrant and attract external attacks more quickly. Even if the territory is successfully defended in the end, it will make those merchants afraid to do business with Gray Mist Territory.

This is fatal to the economic development of the Grey Fog Territory.

It is said that the new king of the Kingdom of Lach is an incompetent ruler with no ability to govern, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

Their approach of focusing only on the surface and ignoring the future will ultimately lead the Kingdom of Lah to its demise once again.

She could already see Ron's tragic end.