Who taught him to restore his country like this?

Level 50, with sixth-tier skills, is enough for him to escape the nobodies stage and enter the ranks of the elite.

"Your Majesty Ron, dinner is ready for you," a soldier said respectfully as he carried food into Ron's cabin.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work," Ron nodded.

“Compared to His Majesty Ron’s hardships, ours are nothing,” the soldier suddenly said seriously.

Ron chuckled softly and said nothing more.

Due to limited resources, dinner was simple and unpretentious.

Just after dinner, Lawrence arrived with his soldiers.

He brought more than 6,000 people with him, including 2,000 soldiers and more than 4,000 civilians and some adventurers who also wanted to help.

At the same time, Lawrence also brought good news: Kertia had been gone for a few days, but had already contacted the Radiant Church and brought back several powerful individuals willing to help.

Ron frowned slightly after hearing this.

The arrival of outsiders was hardly good news for him.

Bringing back a few idiots with nothing but brawn is fine, but I'm afraid Keltia will bring back a few smarter people.

Father, like son.

Outsiders have a more insightful perspective on this incident in the Kingdom of Orantia than Lawrence and others.

Ron plans to go back and meet those guys tomorrow to see if he can fool them.

Putting aside our worries for now, the most urgent task is to finish pushing through the Komoni border.

After giving a brief explanation, Ron led his men to continue their advance.

……

The moon sets and the sun rises.

After a sleepless night of struggle, Ron finally led the army of Kassel to surround the entire Komoni, separating the Komoni magic stones from those of other fortresses.

Once this first step is completed, the rest will be easy.

The soldiers in Kassel only needed to follow Komoni's map and keep retreating into the inner towns.

If we move quickly, we can shrink to the location of the Divine Purification Array in one day.

For the time being, Ron's command was no longer needed here. After handing over the remaining work to Lawrence, he returned to Cassel.

After returning to the manor by carriage and having just finished breakfast, a maid came to report that guests had arrived.

They must be the people that Kertia brought back from outside.

"Tell them to come later."

Ron declined the visit.

He definitely needs to meet those people, but not now.

He's too tired to bother with them right now.

Chapter 57 The Visitor

In the afternoon at the manor, sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the beds.

The bronze candlesticks by the carved bed still held traces of the previous night's wax drips, mingling with the faint scent of lavender in the air to create a languid atmosphere.

Ron slept until he naturally woke up, got out of bed, changed his clothes, and began his disciplined day.

The situation in Kassel has stabilized, and for the next period of time, Lawrence knows what to do without him having to go to the front lines to command.

He only needs to patrol every now and then, and spends the rest of his time in the city learning fifth-tier skills from Wim.

Time is money, and it shouldn't be wasted.

As Ron stepped out of the room, he glanced instinctively at the doorway.

Although Beatrice doesn't speak and is difficult to communicate with, she is very obedient.

I told her not to guard the door anymore, and she hasn't done so since.

I've switched to working at a restaurant.

She seemed to know that Ron would only go to two places when he returned to the manor: the bedroom and the dining room.

Ron went downstairs to the dining room, where several desserts and two plates of food covered with lids were already prepared on the table.

Beatrice's soft hands were pressed against the lid, and magic flowed from between her fingertips.

After seeing Ron enter the restaurant, she withdrew her hands from the tablecloth, took a step back, and pulled out the chair for the head of the table.

After Ron sat down at the head of the table, she went up and lifted the lid of the dish.

Ron looked over.

A plate of roasted venison, and a plate of roasted chicken.

Two plates of golden-brown roasted meat were still steaming.

Ron picked up his knife and fork, cut off a piece of venison, and put it in his mouth. The fresh and delicious flavor exploded between his teeth.

The perfectly roasted venison has a crispy exterior while still retaining its tender juices inside, with the aroma of spices mingling with the meat's fragrance.

He looked up at Beatrice, while the maid stood to the side with her eyes downcast. The scent of jasmine in her hair mingled with the aroma of roasted meat, creating a strange harmony.

"Did you do this?" he asked.

The barbecue tasted different this time than usual.

“Hmm,” Beatrice replied calmly.

"What did you do before?" Ron asked curiously.

Her massage and cooking skills are both excellent.

“I have a grandmother who has difficulty moving her hands and feet,” Beatrice replied.

Was it honed through taking care of the elderly...?

"Aren't you going back to see your grandmother?"

"She was killed by the people of the Bruwerman Empire."

"I see..."

Ron didn't ask any further questions.

If I keep asking, I might get into trouble.

Let's eat first.

……

After having a slightly late lunch, Ron went to the backyard.

Since he had guests visiting today and didn't have much time left, he didn't go to Wim to learn, but instead went to the backyard to practice alone.

After learning the fourth-tier skill [Lightning Flash], Wim kept his promise and taught him the fifth-tier skill - Reverse Breath Instant Slash.

This is a technique that requires magical assistance to reverse the flow of energy, aiming for a one-hit kill with a burst of high-energy power.

Wim has already taught him the techniques and methods of using the Reverse Breath Instant Slash. Now he just needs to practice by imitating what he's learned, and there shouldn't be any major problems.

Ron stood in the center of the courtyard, his palm pressed against the dark pattern on the hilt of his sword, recalling Wim's teachings in his mind.

First, draw the magic power from the Qihai point to the Tanzhong point, then forcefully press it back into the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian...

"Whoosh!"

Ron's figure instantly rushed more than ten meters away, the blade drawing a dark blue trajectory in the air, but suddenly dissipated at the moment it was about to form a vacuum slash, and the stinging pain of the backlash of energy shot up his arm bone to his shoulder blade.

Ron groaned and took two steps back, a spiderweb-like purple bruise appearing on his left arm.

Tsk, it's true that you can't do without a teacher by your side to guide you.

Wim only taught him the solution process and the answer, but the most important problem-solving ideas could not be taught through demonstration.

After trying a few more times, Ron lay down on the lawn, giving up on the idea of ​​practicing alone.

The afternoon sun filtered through the maple leaves, casting dappled light on Ron's sweaty forehead.

He stared silently at the cumulus clouds drifting across the sky.

A rustling sound behind me suddenly broke the silence.

A delicate jasmine fragrance wafted in on the breeze.

Someone is approaching.

The footsteps stopped beside him.

Ron turned his head slightly to look.

It's Beatrice after washing the dishes.

Seeing Ron looking at her, she gently stroked the loose hem of her maid outfit and slowly knelt down on the ground.

Then, she patted Ron's thigh.

Ron: "..."

"Your Majesty Ron, Lady Keltia of the Radiant Church has come to visit." At this moment, a maid came to the backyard to report.

"Oh, I see."

Ron stood up, brushed the weeds off his clothes, and walked toward the reception room.

……

Reception room.

Keltia, dressed in a robe embroidered with the radiant silver emblem of the Holy See, sat alone on the sofa to the left. Delicate lace draped from the gilded cuffs, making her snow-white fingertips appear even more slender.

At this moment, there were four other people in the reception room besides her, and they were sitting on the sofa opposite her.

The young man in the center wore a dark-patterned brocade robe, with his family crest embroidered in gold thread faintly visible at the collar, exuding an innate aura of nobility.

On his left and right sides, two elderly men with gray hair, dressed in black long gowns, gently stroked jade thumb rings with their wrinkled hands.