Who taught him to restore his country like this?

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"I will melt down these weapons and armor that threaten your human rights and cast iron pots for cooking and hoes for production, which will be distributed to every citizen," Ron declared loudly.

A brief silence fell over the square.

"Long live the Emperor!"

It's unclear who was the first to shout that.

The square instantly erupted in excitement.

"Long live the Emperor!"

The shouts swept across the square like a surging tide, with each wave of sound higher than the last.

This includes the former slaves who were still on the high platform.

Their eyes were filled with awe and gratitude as they looked at Ron.

Name: Ron Rheinter

Race: Human

Age: 17

[Level: LV.24]

[Affiliation: Kingdom of Lah (King)]

[Territory: Gray Mist Territory]

[Reputation: None (30/h↑)]

Experience: 5040 (530/h↑)

The long-dormant reputation has finally completed its transformation from zero to 30.

The 30% return may not be much, but it's a good start.

These people are only initially drawn to him by the promise of benefits. In a couple of days, after they have experienced the benefits he brings, their faith will grow even stronger.

"What do you think?" Ron asked Avley with a smile.

“I think it’s great.” Avra said, her head down and her teeth clenched.

You'd better sleep with one eye open tonight.

"Then I'll entrust these three matters entirely to you. I hope you won't let me down."

Ron stepped down from the platform, walked past Avra, got into the carriage, and left.

"Lady Avre, are we really going to do as he says?" the captain of the Royal Guard asked as he stepped forward.

"Are there any other options?"

Avrae snorted and left angrily.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

The square in Linfeng City was much quieter today than usual.

Rows of boilers were set up in the square, wisps of steam rising from them. The common people, who were worried about having enough to eat just yesterday, lined up in an orderly fashion to receive their food.

A relatively soft piece of bread, and a bowl of fragrant hot soup.

For them, who usually subsist on wild grass and tree bark, this was already a delicacy.

But Ron wasn't entirely satisfied.

Is this all you're going to offer to a dog?

After inspecting the area, he immediately ordered Avley to raise the food standards, ensuring at least two pieces of bread and one slice of bacon at each meal.

When Avlai, who was meticulous about controlling costs, heard this metric, she almost lost control of her emotions.

Even some nobles don't necessarily eat this well at every meal, so how can you expect a group of commoners to eat like this?

Even a large and powerful family like Gray Fog can't resist such extravagance.

She wanted to point out to Ron that what he was doing was wrong, as a subordinate, but the defection yesterday made her afraid to say anything and she could only do as he said.

After breakfast, Ron led the homeless refugees and more than a dozen carpenters to the western suburbs outside the city and began assigning work.

He wanted these refugees to build their own houses.

Wages will be paid as usual.

Anyway, I don't have to pay for it myself.

After assigning tasks to these people and setting relatively simple schedules, it was already noon.

Ron left Reggie there to oversee the work, while he prepared to return to the city to retrieve the tools for cultivating the fields and to arrange jobs for the local civilians of Graymist Territory.

"Your Majesty Ron."

Just as I climbed onto the carriage, a faint voice called out from behind me.

If Ron hadn't sensed someone approaching, he would have thought he'd misheard.

He turned around and looked.

A furry, big-eared orc girl stood nervously beside the carriage.

Are they foxes?

Ron used the second-tier skill he had just exchanged for with 300 reputation points this morning: [Appraisal].

Name: Renee

[Race: Silvermoon Wolf Clan]

Age: 9

[Level: LV.13]

[Affiliation: Silver Moon Wolf Clan (Commoner)]

[Growth Talents: Physical (C), Strength (B), Energy (D), Speed (A), Vitality (D)]

So they were wolves...

Ron remembered that she was among the slaves who had been freed the previous night.

They've captured such young children; they're a bunch of perverts.

Is Chapter 15 really that fast?

"Is there a problem?"

As Ron stepped down from the carriage, he looked at the orc girl, who was barely waist-high, and asked softly.

“I can… I beg you…” The orc girl lowered her head, staring at the ground, looking very nervous, so much so that she stammered.

After a long while, he finally managed to utter a complete sentence: "Please save my friend."

His dirty hands were clenched tightly in front of his stomach, as if he had used all his strength to say those words.

Despite being terrified, she still stepped forward for her friend.

That's truly commendable courage.

"Where are your friends?" Ron reached out and ruffled the cute little guy's hair.

Feeling the touch on her head, Renee tensed up noticeably, thinking she was about to be hit again.

She stood there stiffly for a while, and when she realized that the large hand above her head was just stroking her, she gradually relaxed.

“I don’t know,” she replied, shaking her head. “We were arrested together, so they should be here too.”

That made Ron understand.

The slaves he freed last night were only a small fraction; many slaves still exist in the hands of slave traders in other towns of Graymist Territory.

The little guy's friends might be in the hands of those slave traders.

"What's your friend's name?" he asked.

“Noel, Bella,” Renee immediately said, “they have the same ears as me.”

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind."

It was just a small favor, so Ron agreed.

Even without Renee making a request, he would liberate all the slaves in the Gray Mist Territory today.

Upon hearing this, Renee looked up in surprise and said gratefully, "Thank you, I will definitely repay you."

Seeing the little guy's serious expression, Ron asked with a smile, "How are you going to repay me?"

"me……"

Ron is a nobleman.

He was a slave, lacking both strength and talent.

She couldn't think of anything she could do for Ron.