Who taught him to restore the country like this?

She didn't doubt that Ron was deliberately making things difficult for her, because Ron really knew fourth-level martial arts, no, fifth-level martial arts.

"Teacher? I'm curious, how old are you?"

Tallulah leaned in to observe Ron's profile and said thoughtfully, "To be able to master both sixth-level magic and fifth-level martial arts, he must be at least forty years old to have achieved this level."

Ron lazily brushed his long hair aside, a dark shadow forming under his eyes. "Almost eighteen."

After saying that, he yawned deeply.

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" Tallulah rolled her eyes, the rubies on her earrings trembling slightly with her movements. "At eighteen, to be able to cultivate both magic and martial arts to this level, you should have been worshipped as a saint by the three major churches long ago."

It is actually a bit of an exaggeration to say that he is worshipped as the Son of God.

After all, the saints of the three major churches are even more perverted. Take Celia for example, she is seventeen years old and an eighth-level magician. Is she perverted or not?

Ron's level is not enough to challenge the saints of the three major churches.

But it was also outrageous enough that Tallulah instinctively lumped these perverts into the three major churches.

Without further explanation, Ron opened the door to the next room and said to Tallulah, "You sleep here tonight."

This floor is all guest rooms. After Regis succeeded as the city lord, he has been living here.

"Oh."

Tallulah walked into the room and looked at the furnishings.

"If you have nothing else to do, go to bed early. I'll have someone take you to familiarize yourself with Baimu City tomorrow."

After settling Tallulah, Ron turned and left.

Instead of returning to his room to rest, he went to the prison and brought the imprisoned former mayor of Baimu City to the study in the office area.

"What do you want to do?"

When Chesper saw Ron lock the door, he immediately had a bad feeling.

Ron smiled.

He knew that tonight's failure would not lead to a reduction in the Duke's second son's offensive.

On the contrary, Baimu City will soon face a more ferocious attack from the Baiyin City army.

Because the Duke's second son has little time left, if he doesn't lead his troops to the appointment, he will be treated as a pawn.

But how could he lead his troops to the appointment without quelling the rebellion in his own territory?

Therefore, the other party should reveal their cards directly next.

If a level six expert can’t handle it, then use a level seven expert.

Although there are no strong people in the Thorn Territory who can use seventh-level magic, with the amplification of the White Lion Heart, the magic power released by the sixth-level wizard is comparable to seventh-level magic.

The current military force of Baimu City cannot withstand the destruction of seventh-level magic.

Even Ron had to retreat if he encountered him.

To prevent any trouble from happening, he must get the Heart of the White Lion tonight.

Without any nonsense, Ron took out the soul-transforming potion and fed it directly to Chesper.

Chesper struggled desperately, but with his blood and qi depleted and his hands bound by chains, he could not break free from Ron's control.

The soul-transforming potion flowed down the corners of his mouth, leaving blue-black burn marks on his neck.

"What did you give me to drink?"

He fell to his knees, coughing violently. He felt as if his whole body was being roasted by fire, burning unbearably hot, as if his soul was about to be burned away.

He roared in pain, but only a low whimper came out of his throat.

At this moment, the crystal chandelier suddenly shook violently, the ink-colored curtains moved without wind, and the ancient books on the bookshelf rustled.

Ten seconds later, everything returned to calm.

Chesper stopped struggling and stood up while floating. At this moment, his pupils were strangely split into vertical pupils, and he exuded a trembling aura, which was the oppressive feeling of a king.

It made Ron feel like he was being stared at by a tiger.

Fortunately, this is just a transformed remnant soul and does not have self-awareness. The only program loaded is the one that calls for elemental spirits.

As the creator of the Lion's Heart, 'it' can summon elemental spirits to its side through the mark of the White Lion's Heart.

Elemental spirits can sense the breath of their master through the mark and will come to the master on their own initiative.

Ron sat at the mahogany desk, waiting for the elemental spirits to arrive.

This wait lasted for over an hour. Just as Ron was getting sleepy, a faint white fluorescent light suddenly appeared in the dim room, followed by the second, and the third...

Gradually, more and more white fluorescent lights appeared, so dense that they looked like spots of light shining through a gurgling stream.

finally come.

Ron braced himself.

These are the elemental spirits that make up the Heart of the White Lion.

They surrounded Chesper, floating up and down.

Although he couldn't see their bodies, Ron could feel their joy.

But the time we spend together is always short.

As the effect of the soul-transforming potion wore off, the great soul disappeared from Chesber's body. Chesber fell to the ground from the air and fainted.

Having lost the connection with its owner, the dense white fluorescent light gradually condensed together, shrank into a ball, and slowly lost its light.

Finally, it turned into a piece of white jade and fell to the ground.

Chapter 115 Storm

Before nightfall, Silver City, the most prosperous city in the Thorn Territory, was utterly silent.

Recently, the lord's frequent searches for suspicious individuals, large-scale conscription, and increased grain taxes have made the residents of Silver City miserable.

Merchants in the city who wanted to leave were forcibly detained.

The people in Silver City were in a panic, most of them stayed indoors, and the atmosphere was as depressing as a dead city.

As a lord, it is absolutely unqualified to allow such a situation to occur in your territory.

Ian naturally understood this kind of thing.

But he had no other choice. The big brother was hiding in the city and had not shown up yet. The Tiantu Mercenary Group was leading the rebellion, and the other side was pressing hard.

He is under a lot of pressure.

He now only hopes that Krag can quell the rebel army led by the Tiantu Mercenary Group as soon as possible, so that he can lead his troops out with confidence.

however……

Silver City, in the study of the Lord's Mansion.

Ian placed his hand on a fist-sized, crystal-clear piece of white jade, his face as gloomy as death.

Not long ago, White Lionheart gave feedback - his most capable general, Krag, died.

This meant his hopes were dashed.

"Useless trash!"

Ian clenched his fists and slammed them on the table in anger, causing a piece of the desk to collapse.

With a sixth-tier strength and five thousand soldiers, he couldn't even take down a small Baimu City? He even lost his life.

Ian was about to explode with rage.

In the morning, Krag sent him a message saying that they would be able to capture Baimu City tonight.

With Krag's accurate letter, he promised the person who came to urge him that he would lead a part of the troops to set off tomorrow afternoon.

As a result, he waited until so late, but what he got was a big pile of Cragra.

Ian cursed.

Krag's failure meant that he would have to spend another day or two to deal with Baimu City.

It means he will break his promise again.

If the other party comes again tomorrow, how will he explain?

"Master Ian."

There was a knock on the door and the butler's voice came from the door.

"What's going on?" Ian asked irritably.

"The son of Duke Nick is here to visit," the butler replied.

Ian frowned.

What are you afraid of?

"Didn't we agree to meet tomorrow at noon? Why did this guy come tonight? Did he hear something?"

Ian rubbed his brows with a headache, thinking about how to deal with this guy.

"I see."

He stood up, walked to the bookshelf, opened the secret compartment, put the Heart of the White Lion in, and then left the study.

In the reception room, Ian pushed the door open and walked in.

In the room, a brown-haired young man in brocade clothes sat on the sofa.

Ian sat down across from the brown-haired young man and calmly asked, "What's the matter with your late-night visit?"

"Are you still going to pretend to be confused with me?" the brown-haired young man said indifferently.

Ian was silent.

Sure enough, the other party knew the result of their attack on Baimu City tonight and came to demand an explanation.

"Five thousand people failed to capture Baimu City. What are you going to do next?" The brown-haired young man asked Ian with a frown.

"...Please give me two more days." Ian said after a moment of silence.