Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 14: Melting Armor Blades, Casting Pots and Hoes

"Keep your head up."

Ron spoke softly.

The slaves were uneasy and slowly raised their heads.

They all heard what Ron had just said above.

They instinctively felt that this was not true. After all, there were so many of them. If they were all released, how much money would the noble lord lose?

There is no shortage of kind noble lords in this world. After a lucky slave is bought, the noble lord will reward him with a servant's job and let him live for a long time.

In the end, they can even be given freedom.

Ron, on the other hand, did not exploit the value of slaves but directly returned them to freedom - this was something they would not even dare to dream of.

This kind of thing must be a lie!
They kept reminding themselves in their hearts.

But when they looked at Ron, there was a glimmer of hope that they themselves were not aware of.

"What's your name?"

Ron asked as he walked up to one of the slaves.

"Pike." The slave being questioned answered respectfully.

“Pick,” Ron said, pulling out a contract from a stack of slave contracts and placing it in Pick’s hand. “Congratulations, you are free.”

Pique stared at the contract in his hand in a daze. Before he could react, the contract spontaneously combusted with a bang and soon turned into a pile of ashes that dissipated in the wind.

"Crack!"

The first collar fell off, and the crisp and pleasant sound of metal falling to the ground echoed in the square.

Pique was still stunned where he was, seemingly not yet reacting to this sudden freedom.

"What's your name?"

"Jill."

"Jill, you're free."

The second slave contract burned.

The second collar fell to the ground.

Then came the third, fourth, and fifth...

Ron's movements were clean and efficient, without any hesitation.

In less than three minutes, a groundbreaking feat was accomplished.

His determination was certainly conveyed.

He used practical actions to tell these people that what he promised was true.

"The third thing I want to do is to allocate resources fairly."

Ron returned to the front of the platform and continued, "In order to better promote the development of Grey Mist Territory, I have decided to reform production so that every citizen has the opportunity to participate in production and achieve self-sufficiency."

"This reform will inevitably be difficult. To prevent those with ill intentions from monopolizing production, I will ensure fair allocation of resources and equality for all."

"From now on, not only the children of nobles and merchants will be able to go to school, but also the children of commoners. Everyone will have the right to obtain tools and knowledge. These will become your weapons to protect yourself!"

Ron's voice was strong.

The civilians in and outside the square couldn't help but feel their hearts beating faster.

"Miss Avrai, have your guards remove their armor and weapons and place them here."

Ron looked at Afulai, who had a grim expression on her face.

"Yes, Your Majesty Ron."

Everything Ron did was to suck her blood, the blood of the Gray Mist Territory.

Be generous to others and relieve others' pockets.

Now the vampire didn't know what to do.

Although Afulai was very angry, she did not dare to disobey Ron's orders.

Ten minutes later, all the weapons and armor of the Gray Mist Territory guards were piled under the platform.

"I will melt down these weapons and armor that threaten your human rights, cast iron pots for hot food and hoes for production, and distribute them to every citizen." Ron said loudly.

There was a brief silence in the square.

"Long live your Majesty!"

I don't know who shouted this first.

The square suddenly became lively.

"Long live your Majesty!"

The shouts swept across the entire square like a surging tide, with the waves getting louder and louder.

Including the former slaves who have not left the platform.

They looked at Ron with eyes full of awe and gratitude.

[Name: Ron Rhinet]

[Race: Human] [Age: 17]

[Level: LV.24]

[Faction: Kingdom of Rah (King)]

[Territory: Gray Mist Territory]

[Reputation: None (30/h↑)]

Experience: 5040 (530/h↑)

The reputation that had been silent for a long time finally completed the transformation from nothing to 30 at this moment.

30% profit is not much, but it is a good start.

Now these people are just tempted by the benefits and are initially loyal to him. After a couple of days, when these people have experienced the benefits he brings, their faith in him will at least increase further.

"What do you think?" Ron looked at Afulai and asked with a smile.

"I think it's great." Afraid lowered her head and gritted her teeth.

You'd better sleep with one eye open tonight.

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

Ron walked down the platform, passed in front of Avrai, got in the carriage and left.

"Lord Afulai, do we really have to do what he says?" the captain of the guards stepped forward and asked.

"Is there any other way?"

Afraid snorted and left angrily.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the past, the square in Lingfeng City seems much quieter today.

Rows of boilers were set up in the square, raising wisps of mist. Civilians who were still worried about having enough to eat yesterday lined up in an orderly manner to receive food.

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

For them who have been eating wild grass and tree bark all year round, this is a delicacy.

But Ron was not satisfied.

With such a small amount, why send the dog away?

After a round of inspection, he immediately ordered Afulai to improve the standard of food and ensure that there were at least two pieces of bread and a slice of bacon for each meal.

Afulai, who was very careful about controlling costs, almost lost control of her emotions when she heard this indicator.

Some nobles may not even eat good enough for every meal, and you expect a group of commoners to eat like this?

Even though Gray Mist Lord is a wealthy and powerful family, he can't afford to do this.

She really wanted to point out to Ron as a subordinate that what he did was wrong, but yesterday's defection made her afraid to say anything more and she could only do as she was told.

After breakfast, Ron took these homeless refugees and more than a dozen carpenters to the suburbs west of the city and began to assign work.

He wanted the refugees to build their own houses.

Salaries will be paid as usual.

Anyway, you don’t have to pay for it yourself.

After arranging work for these people and assigning them a relatively simple schedule, it was already noon.

Ron asked Reggie to stay here and continue to supervise the work, while he himself prepared to return to the city to get tools for cultivating the fields and arrange work for the local civilians in the Grey Mist Territory.

"Your Majesty Ron."

Just as I climbed onto the carriage, I heard a faint voice calling from behind.

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

He turned and looked.

I saw an orc girl with big furry ears on her head standing nervously next to the carriage.

Is it the fox tribe?

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

[Name: Renee]

[Race: Silver Moon Wolf Clan]

【Age: 9】

[Level: LV.13]

[Faction: Silver Moon Wolf Clan (Civilians)]