Who taught him to restore his country like this?

He brought up the Duke's eldest son.

Make Saul understand that this is not for him, but for the Duke's eldest son, and that if he does not write a letter for help, he will be branded as disloyal.

Thor paused for two seconds, then finally wrote a letter requesting help and gave Ron a token.

After confirming that there were no problems with the contents of the letter, Ron sent someone to deliver it to Whitewood City.

Chapter 89 What are you smelling?

For Ron, who was skilled in guerrilla warfare, it didn't really matter if he couldn't take Whitewood City.

Moreover, White Bear Town's defenses are quite good. As long as no sixth-tier experts or a punitive army of more than two thousand people come, the Heavenly Disciple Mercenary Group can hold it.

"Mr. Thomson, how come you have the mark of a white lion? Did you really see the Duke's eldest son?"

After leaving the White Bear Town Sheriff's Office, Reggie followed Ron and asked curiously.

"What do you think?" Ron asked as he scrolled through the reputation exchange list.

“I don’t know,” Reggie shook his head.

"It's okay if you don't know. Curiosity killed the cat. Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

Ron snapped his fingers.

found it.

With a thought, a medicine tablet appeared in his hand.

He looked at the contents of the prescription with delight.

Seeing this, Reggie's curiosity was piqued again, and he was about to ask a question, but then he stopped himself, remembering what Ron had just said.

"Reggie, does your mercenary group have any alchemists who can concoct high-level potions?"

Ron asked.

“No.” Reggie shook his head.

Alchemists are rare to begin with, and high-level alchemists are even rarer.

Especially since the Lionheart Kingdom borders the Magic Capital, most of the country's high-level alchemists have gone to the Magic Capital to enjoy prestigious treatment.

There is only one high-level alchemist known in Thorn Territory, and he resides in Silver City.

"Is that so..."

Ron stroked his chin.

Looks like I'll have to make a trip to the Magic City.

……

The plea for help from White Bear Town was delivered to Whitewood City that very evening.

The letter stated that White Bear Town had been attacked by the Skywalker Mercenary Group, and the situation was urgent. It requested Whitewood City to send troops to support and wipe out the Skywalker Mercenary Group.

Upon seeing the letter, the cavalry captain of the security force immediately petitioned the sheriff and the city lord.

Sheriff Singh examined the letter closely, his brow furrowed in a deep frown: "I think there are many suspicious points in this matter..."

"No need to doubt!"

The newly appointed city lord interrupted the sheriff, declaring unilaterally, "The Heavenly Path Mercenary Group disregarded Young Master Leo's kindness and openly betrayed us by attacking White Bear Town. Their crime is unforgivable! Raphael, lead fifty iron cavalry and five hundred elite soldiers to the front lines immediately tomorrow morning!"

The sheriff wanted to say something, but the city lord glared at him with an unquestionable look.

He was just looking for an excuse to attack the Tian Tu Mercenary Group, but he didn't expect these idiots to jump out and court death. He wouldn't let go of this opportunity to make a name for himself.

The support was thus finalized.

……

The next day at noon.

The Whitewood City reinforcements arrived at White Bear Town and stopped 50 meters from the town's entrance.

Thor was already waiting at the entrance to the town. Upon seeing his friend arrive, he immediately stepped forward to invite the cavalry captain Raphael into the town to rest.

Seeing that his friend was unharmed, Raphael did not suspect anything. He told the guards to rest where they were, and he led thirty cavalrymen to follow Saul into the city.

As he delved deeper, Raphael gradually realized that something was amiss.

The further you go in, the quieter the streets become, and the houses are all closed.

This gave him a bad feeling, and he immediately turned his horse around to retreat.

However, just as he was about to retreat, a large crowd suddenly surged out from both sides of the street and surrounded him.

These people were all wearing armor and carrying weapons.

Looking at the rooftops on both sides, there were more than thirty archers, drawing their bows and aiming at them.

"Thor, you framed me!"

Raphael glared at his friend Saul.

Upon seeing the mercenaries lying in ambush in the city, he realized that Thor's plea for help was a trap to lure him here.

“Raphael, listen to me…” Thor tried to explain.

"Shut up!" Raphael said coldly. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say right now."

“Young man, don’t get so hot-tempered. I think the best thing for you to do now is to sit down and talk things over calmly.”

A sound came from the roof on the right.

Raphael looked up.

Suddenly, an old man appeared on the roof.

"Old man, do you think you can stop me with just a bunch of you?"

Raphael felt that he was being looked down upon.

He's a knight who's mastered a fifth-tier martial skill, even if it's only at the minor mastery level. These fourth-tier nobodies can't possibly mess with him.

He was absolutely confident that he could break through the encirclement in this narrow street.

“You’re welcome to try,” Ron said calmly, looking at him.

Raphael snorted coldly, flicked the reins, and his armored warhorse accelerated toward the mercenaries blocking his way.

shhhhhh!

A hail of arrows came flying in.

Raphael swung his sword into the air, the powerful force scattering the arrows.

"Go away!"

Raphael did not slow down at all, and swung his sword again at the mercenary blocking his way.

Bang!

Dozens of mercenaries working together were all forced back by the force of that single strike.

Just as the warhorses were about to break through the encirclement, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Before Raphael could react, his warhorse lost control and flew sideways.

With a loud bang, the warhorse crashed into a house.

Raphael jumped off his horse somewhat disheveled, and when he looked at the old man who had appeared on the street in that instant, his eyes were filled with apprehension.

"I promised Thor I wouldn't make things difficult for you."

Ron slowly began to speak: "How about you have a match with me, the old man? If you win, you can leave; if you lose, we can sit down and talk."

Upon hearing this, Raphael glanced at his friend beside him, who was filled with worry, paused for two seconds, and then agreed.

"it is good!"

Raphael raised his longsword, assuming a fighting stance: "Old man, be careful, I don't have any hand in hand..."

call……

Before Raphael could finish speaking, he felt a strong gust of wind brush past his ear, followed by a crisp sound from beneath his feet.

He looked down and saw it was a steel shoulder armor.

He was startled, then turned to look at his cool right shoulder—his shoulder armor.

"...I lost."

Raphael remained silent for a moment, then sheathed his longsword and chose to concede defeat.

Having witnessed Ron's fifth-tier martial arts skills, Raphael knew he was no match for him.

This has nothing to do with whether it was a sneak attack or not. With the opponent's speed, killing him wouldn't be difficult.

"Thank you for the favor." Ron tossed the longsword in his hand back to the mercenary beside him.

"What do you want to talk about?" Raphael was willing to accept defeat.

Ron didn't speak, but looked at Thor.

Thor understood and led his friend into the room to try and persuade him.

The thirty knights who had followed Raphael into the city saw that their captain had given up resistance, so they all dismounted and surrendered.

What are you smelling?

Ron glanced at Renee, who was sniffing beside him.

“Mr. Thomson, you have a familiar scent,” Renee said, scratching her head sheepishly.

"is it?"

Ron thought to himself, "Canine noses are really amazing."

To prevent his scent from being recognized, he specifically redeemed the advanced version of the third-tier skill [Change] and the fourth-tier skill [Copy] yesterday.

No need to painstakingly memorize the other person's appearance and painstakingly sculpt their face anymore; you can directly replicate their appearance and scent.

You can also choose to copy only the scent, not the appearance, or some marks that are not very complex in principle.