Who taught him to restore his country like this?

Ron was imprisoned inside.

Lawrence didn't go there in anger, so the situation outside Kassel... was probably as that cunning fellow predicted.

……

In the Iron Castle.

Beatrice stared blankly at Ron, who was fast asleep in his chair.

Does this person have absolutely no sense of crisis?

What kind of time is this? Instead of trying to find a way to escape, you can still fall asleep.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had entrusted herself to the wrong person.

There was a sudden noise at the door.

Someone is unlocking the door.

She turned her head and looked towards the door.

The next second, the door opened, and a middle-aged man in armor with a dignified face walked into the room.

He walked straight up to Ron and looked down at him.

Ron, who had opened his eyes at some point, was staring at him.

"It's so late, and the Earl himself has come to visit the prisoners. I am truly honored," Ron said with a slight smile.

Hearing Ron's teasing words, Lawrence's face showed a complicated expression: "What else do you know?"

Ron didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Do you think our relationship is that of enemies or friends?"

Lawrence paused for a moment, then replied, "Friend."

"Friends?"

Ron leaned back, revealing the sturdy ropes binding him: "I've never heard of friends chatting like this before."

Lawrence sensed the dissatisfaction in Ron's words, hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward to untie Ron's ropes himself.

With a soft thud as the rope hit the ground, Ron stood up and moved his limbs, which were marked with red welts and almost numb.

Since Lawrence had lowered his stance, Ron wasn't one to hold grudges. He put on a friendly smile and said, "Lawrence, my friend, I'm a little hungry right now."

As the esteemed king of the Kingdom of Lach, he was absolutely entitled to address Lawrence by his first name.

Lawrence frowned slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with Ron's overstepping his bounds.

But considering that he needed Ron's help, he had no choice but to grant his request first.

Besides, he had imprisoned Ron for so long without giving him any food or water, so Ron's request was perfectly reasonable.

He couldn't refuse.

Lawrence instructed his subordinates to prepare dinner for Ron, then turned his gaze back to Ron, perhaps sensing that Ron had no intention of discussing business that evening.

He said, "You've had a hard day. I won't bother you any longer. Have a good night's sleep, and see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," Ron replied with a smile, without trying to stop him.

Lawrence turned and hurried away.

Beatrice was stunned to see Ron, who had committed a serious crime, being released so easily.

What happened in just one afternoon that caused such a drastic change in the attitude of the Lord of Kassel?

She was very curious.

But now is not the time for curiosity, because Ron is about to leave the room.

She quickly twisted her body, causing the iron chair beneath her to rub against the ground with a screeching sound.

Ron heard the sound, turned around, and noticed Beatrice tied to another chair.

Beatrice was staring at him with the look one would give a faithless man.

"I almost forgot about you." Ron tapped his forehead with his fingertip, feigning exhaustion as if his memory was getting worse.

Actually, he just wanted to tease Beatrice on purpose.

After all, once the woman regained her senses, her expression remained cold and rather uninteresting.

Ron stepped forward and untied the ropes binding Beatrice, then the magic-suppressing collar around her neck.

Beatrice sat upright with her delicate body upright, like a puppy waiting to go out, letting her owner do as she pleased.

Ron casually tossed the blood-stained magic-suppressing collar aside, took a step back, and stroked his chin as he looked down at the lucky survivor.

Even though he has regained his own thoughts, he refuses to say a word. Is he trying to hide the fact that he has regained his own thoughts?

“What I said before still stands. You can leave here and live the life you want,” Ron said.

Beatrice stared unblinkingly at Ron, making no move.

His little face was all dirty and he looked so pitiful.

It seems I've been framed.

Ron smiled indifferently.

He's just a short-lived wretch; he might die tomorrow.

"Prepare a set of clothes for her and take her to wash up," he said to the guard at the door.

"Yes."

A guard stepped forward and took Jade away.

Before leaving, Lawrence specifically instructed them to try their best to meet Ron's demands, as long as they weren't unreasonable.

After Beatrice left, another guard stepped forward and said, "Dinner has been prepared for you. Please follow me."

Ron nodded slightly.

Two guards led him away from the castle to a small manor about a kilometer away.

Upon entering the restaurant, the maids on either side of the entrance bowed in greeting.

On the dining table, the seats reserved for distinguished guests were set with six dishes, still steaming hot.

The life of a nobleman is so simple and unpretentious.

Ron wasn't particular about food. He ate a few bites, told Beatrice to give the rest of the food, and then went upstairs to rest.

……

early morning.

Ron woke up in the soft bed.

Pushing open the window, the air is filled with the moist scent of earth, mixed with the fragrance of grass and wildflowers, gently wafting into the nostrils, sweet and pleasant.

After stretching, Ron got dressed.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw a maid standing quietly at the door waiting for me.

Ron didn't pay much attention at first, assuming it was a maid from the manor informing him that breakfast was ready.

But even after walking downstairs, he didn't hear the maid behind him say a word, and only then did Ron belatedly realize what was happening.

He stopped and turned to look at the maid behind him.

The maid stood with her head bowed, a half-dried lily of the valley tucked into the collar of her light gray maid dress. Her smooth purple hair was tightly bound with a stiff white headscarf, revealing her flawless white nape, with a few stray hairs stubbornly curled behind her ears.

Her hands were clasped very professionally in front of her lower abdomen; without careful observation, Ron wouldn't have recognized her.

"Who dressed you in a maid outfit?" Ron asked, looking you up and down.

Beatrice lowered her head and remained silent.

“Hmm, not bad, it suits you very well,” Ron said with a smile.

Indeed, a beautiful woman in a maid outfit is a feast for the eyes.

Unfortunately, bound by the shackles of enslavement, she was destined to live a lonely life until her death.

Because the bondage of slavery is highly contaminated, any sexual relationship will result in contamination. A complete bondage of slavery is less problematic, and some people might still be willing to try it.

But such flawed shackles of enslavement, once corrupted, only allow three months to live; no matter how lustful one is, no one dares to do it.

Feeling Ron's gaze scrutinizing her, Beatrice's ear tips, hidden beneath her headscarf, inadvertently flushed slightly.

Ron chuckled softly.

He continued walking towards the restaurant, asking curiously along the way, "How long have you been waiting at the door?"

Beatrice remained silent, simply following quietly behind.

have to.

Ron didn't ask any more questions.

Chapter 43: Let's start with the problem.

Ron had barely finished breakfast when Count Lawrence eagerly came to visit.

Kertia came with him.

Seeing Ron regain his freedom made Keltia extremely unhappy.

But the facts have proven that Ron's disruption of the God's Purification Array yesterday did indeed save them.

Given that Ron is now the key to breaking the deadlock, they can no longer imprison him.

study.

Lawrence sat in the main seat, with Ron and Kertia on his left and right sides respectively.

After the servants who had been waiting to serve tea had left, Lawrence, who hadn't slept all night, got straight to the point and asked, "Is there any way to save the Kingdom of Orrantia?"

"To solve a problem, you must first understand the problem."

Ron calmly picked up his teacup, blew on the steam, took a small sip, and asked, "Are you aware of the problems currently facing the Kingdom of Orantia?"

“Lilith, the Great Demon Clan,” Lawrence replied.