Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 42 Lawrence, My Friend
That night, under the protection of more than a hundred mages led by Celtia, the exploration team returned to the city safely.

This should have been something worth celebrating, but Lawrence, who was in the lead, had a gloomy expression on his face and walked quickly through the city gate without saying a word, so no one could laugh.

No one dared to go forward and ask what was happening outside.

Celia stood on the city wall, looking in the direction Lawrence was heading, which was the direction of the Iron Castle.

And inside, Ron was imprisoned.

Lawrence didn't go there in anger, so the situation outside Cassel... was probably predicted by that cunning guy.

……

In the Iron Castle.

Beatrice looked at Ron, who was sleeping soundly in the chair, and was a little absent-minded.

Does this person have no sense of crisis at all?
It’s already so late, and you can still sleep without finding a way to escape.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had entrusted it 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 wearing armor and looking dignified walked into the room.

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

Ron had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at him.

"It's so late, and the Earl comes to visit the prisoners in person. I feel so honored." Ron said with a chuckle, raising the corners of his mouth.

Listening to Ron's joking words, Lawrence showed a complicated expression on his face: "What else do you know?"

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

Lawrence was silent for a moment, then replied, "Friend."

"Friends?"

Ron leaned back, revealing the strong ropes tied to his body. "I've never heard of friends chatting like this."

Lawrence heard the dissatisfaction in Ron's words, hesitated for a moment, and then went forward to untie the rope for Ron himself.

With the sound of the rope falling to the ground, Ron stood up and moved his limbs that were reddened and almost unconscious.

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

As the noble king of the Kingdom of Rah, he is absolutely qualified to call Lawrence by his name.

Lawrence frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable with Ron's overreach.

But thinking that he needed help from others, he had to meet Ron's request first.

Besides, he had imprisoned Ron for such a long time and had indeed not given him food or water, so Ron's request was only reasonable.

He couldn't refuse.

Lawrence ordered his subordinates to prepare dinner for Ron, then turned his gaze back to Ron, perhaps because he saw that Ron had no intention of discussing anything tonight.

He said, "Thank you for your hard work today. I won't bother you any more. I wish you a good dream tonight and see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Ron replied with a smile, without trying to keep her.

Lawrence turned and walked away hurriedly.

Beatrice was stunned when she saw Ron, who had committed a serious crime, being released so easily.

What happened in this short afternoon that caused such a drastic change in the attitude of the Lord of Cassel?

She was very curious.

But now was not the time to be curious, because Ron was about to leave the room.

She twisted her body quickly, and the iron chair beneath her rubbed against the ground, making a sharp creaking sound.

Ron heard the sound, looked back, and noticed Beatrice tied to another chair.

Beatrice was staring at him with the look of a heartless man.

"I almost forgot about you." Ron tapped his forehead with his fingertips, pretending to be tired as if his memory was getting worse.

In fact, 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, followed by the magic-suppressing collar around her neck.

Beatrice's delicate body sat upright, like a puppy waiting to go out, allowing her owner to play with her.

Throwing the blood-stained magic collar aside, Ron took a step back, touched his chin, and looked down at the war slave who was lucky enough to survive.

He has clearly regained his self-thought, but refuses to say a word. Is he trying to hide the fact that he has regained his self-thought?

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

Beatrice stared at Ron without blinking, without making any movement.

The dirty little face looks so pitiful.

It seems that I am being relied upon.

Ron smiled indifferently.

He's just a short-lived creature, he might die tomorrow.

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

"Yes."

A guard stepped forward and took Beatrice away.

Before leaving, Lawrence specifically told them to try their best to satisfy Ron's request as long as it wasn't rude.

After Beatrice left, another guard came forward and said, "Dinner is ready for you. Please follow me."

Ron nodded slightly.

Two guards took him out of the castle and came to a small manor one kilometer outside the castle.

As I walked into the restaurant, the maids on both sides of the door bowed.

On the dining table, the seat for the distinguished guest was filled with six delicious dishes, still steaming.

The life of a noble lord is so simple and unpretentious.

Ron didn't have much of a taste for food. He simply took a few bites, told Beatrice to give the rest, and then went upstairs to rest.

……

early morning.

Ron woke up from the soft big bed.

When you open the window, the air is filled with the scent of moist earth, mixed with the fragrance of grass and wild flowers, which penetrates into your nostrils, feeling sweet and comfortable.

After stretching, Ron put on his clothes.

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

Ron didn't take it seriously at first, thinking it was the manor's maid coming to inform him to have breakfast.

But it was not until he walked downstairs and heard the maid behind him speak that Ron finally realized what was happening.

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

The maid stood with her head bowed, a withered lily of the valley pinned to the collar of her light grey dress. Her soft purple hair was bound tightly in a starched white headscarf, revealing the back of her flawless neck. A few strands of hair curled stubbornly 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 changed you into the maid uniform?" Ron looked her up and down.

Beatrice lowered her head and said nothing.

"Yeah, not bad, it suits you very well." Ron smiled.

Beatrice had the best figure he had ever seen, and in her maid uniform she perfectly combined elegance and sexiness.

Beatrice's fingertips trembled slightly in the folds of her apron, and the tips of her ears under her headscarf inadvertently turned a faint red.

Observing her subtle mood changes, Ron chuckled softly and stopped teasing her.

He continued walking towards the restaurant and asked curiously on the way, "How long have you been waiting at the door?"

Beatrice said nothing, but just followed quietly behind him.

have to.

Ron didn't ask.

(End of this chapter)