Who taught him to restore the country like this?

With the pressure suddenly reduced, Princess Lola once thought that she did not need to rely on the power of the Uncrowned King, and that the royal background was enough to hold on until the arrival of reinforcements, and the transaction was almost stranded.

Fortunately, last night, the two dukes asked a mysterious powerful man to summon terrifying monsters, which severely damaged the royal elite knight corps, and the defense line of the royal capital was instantly in danger.

Princess Lola then realized the seriousness of the situation and the transaction was able to proceed.

"That's all right." Ron waved his hand casually, signaling her not to blame herself. There was still plenty of time, so it was good that the deal could be done.

His mind moved slightly, and two bottles of blood-red potion appeared out of thin air in his palm, with a strange luster flowing around the bottles.

"This is a transformation potion," he said, gently pushing it across the table. "One bottle is for you in an emergency, and the other can be given to Beta for research."

"Hmm..." Ron paused for a moment and added, "This transformation potion has significant side effects. Since Princess Laura is our ally, there's no need to let her take the entire bottle. Just give her one-third of the dose."

"I remember." Alpha stepped forward and carefully put the two bottles of potion into his arms with a serious expression.

After explaining the matter of the transformation potion, it was time to deal with the thing he cared about most.

"Where is what I want?" Ron looked at Alpha with burning eyes.

Alpha's body stiffened imperceptibly, his head drooping without raising, his voice lowered a few degrees: "The potion you requested... has not yet been successfully refined."

"Hasn't it been refined yet?"

Ron raised his eyebrows, unable to hide his surprise.

It has been almost ten days since I last assigned Alpha this task.

Is the soul-transforming potion that difficult to refine?

"When did she start refining it?" Ron asked.

"Four days ago," Alpha replied.

"Are you almost done?"

"She... seems not to have mastered the refining technique yet." Alpha hesitated.

Haven’t mastered the refining techniques in four days?

Ron froze.

It shouldn't be.

Someone who could be captured by the Bruviman Empire's War Slave Laboratory and used as a researcher shouldn't have such a poor talent for alchemy.

"Master Kong, Beta..." Alpha hesitated to speak.

"What?" Ron asked in confusion.

"She... doesn't seem to know how to make medicine." Alpha said.

Can’t make medicine?

The more Ron listened, the more puzzled he became.

The last time they met, he personally confirmed it with Beta, and Beta also admitted that he could make high-level potions.

With the shackles of slavery in place, there is no possibility of lying.

But why did she make Alpha conclude that she couldn't make medicine?

What on earth is going on... It seems he has to go and confirm it himself.

It just so happens that the work in the Thorn Territory has been completed.

"Go wait for me outside the city first. I'll go with you to check on her condition." Ron stood up and said.

"Yes."

Alpha bowed respectfully and then left the study.

After Alpha left, Ron called Byron and entrusted him with the task of trading grain with the Zi Yang Kingdom.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Byron patted his chest and swore a solemn oath.

He didn't ask where Ron was going after leaving Thorn Territory.

"If you don't understand anything, remember to consult Reggie."

Ron gave a final instruction and returned to the inner room.

He quickly changed into a plain, coarse cloth, his features distorted in the dim light, transforming into those of an ordinary passing merchant. His stealth skill activated, and he blended into the shadows, leaving the City Lord's Mansion silently.

In the past two days, many high-level suspicious people have appeared in the Thorn Territory. His every move is probably being watched, so he cannot afford to be careless.

After leaving the City Lord's Mansion, Ron first walked around the city and made sure that there was no tail behind him before leaving the city to meet up with Alpha.

"Sora-sama."

Alpha stood in front of the carriage and waited respectfully.

Behind her, an uncrowned member followed Alpha in bowing.

With her eyelids lowered, she glanced at the legendary leader of the organization with excitement that could not be concealed - she might be the first member besides Lord Alpha to see his true appearance.

Ron nodded, got into the carriage, and sat down in the spacious seat in the back row.

The carriage started immediately, and the wheels rolled over the gravel road, making a regular rumbling sound.

Alpha sat lightly beside Ron, and his pair of white and soft hands naturally rested on his shoulders, kneading them with moderate strength, his technique extremely skillful.

Ron closed his eyes, feeling his tense muscles relax beneath the Alpha's fingers.

"alpha."

"Ah."

"What's that story about the fight between two groups of war slaves in the Bruweiman Empire that was reported in the newspaper a while ago?"

"Feng... The captain I left behind in the Bruviman Empire was ambushed by the enemy while attacking a war slave laboratory."

"Is that so... Did they finally evacuate safely?"

"Yes. The fighting was so noisy that it attracted a lot of attention, forcing the enemy to retreat."

"Be careful next time. This time, the enemy misjudged their strength and let them escape. They won't be so lucky next time." Ron's voice was a little tired, and he yawned and warned.

"Yeah." Alpha nodded.

She had already told Feng not to attack the War Slave Laboratory again for some time.

They attacked the war slave laboratories one after another. The Bruviman Empire has already set its sights on them. Every location information of the war slave laboratories released later is likely to contain an ambush.

Ron was right. Feng was able to escape the enemy ambush alive this time entirely because of the intelligence advantage.

The enemy did not know that they could repair the shackles of slavery, and their understanding of their strength remained at the level before the shackles of slavery were repaired.

If they hadn't gained strength after the slavery shackles were repaired, they would have surely died in that ambush.

"Tired." Ron pinched his brows and glanced at the long row of leather seats on the other side of the carriage.

Upon hearing this, Alpha immediately stood up and moved to the right bench. She leaned slightly to the side, looked at Ron seriously, and then gently patted her soft thighs.

Seeing this, Ron couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

Hearing Ron's laughter, Alpha's face flushed slightly and he lowered his head slightly.

Just when she thought she would be rejected as usual, her legs felt heavy and a warm breath approached.

"Good night." Ron's voice was filled with weariness.

Dusk comes especially early in November. As the carriage bumps along, the cold moonlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, casting flickering spots of light in the dim carriage.

Ron lay down on his side, resting his head on Alpha's soft thighs. His breathing soon became even and long, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Alpha lowered his eyes and stared at the calm profile of the person on his lap, who had let down all his guard. He felt the weight and warmth, and his heartbeat quietly accelerated, which seemed particularly clear in the silent car.

"Good night...good night." She responded in an almost inaudible murmur, as if afraid of disturbing this rare peace.

……

At noon the next day.

After galloping all night, the carriage finally arrived at Wu Mian's temporary base in the Lionheart Kingdom.

A two-story house on the edge of the town. It used to be a pharmacy, and the surrounding environment is suitable for refining medicine.

Led by Alpha, Ron walked through the slightly old hall and headed towards the pharmacy where Beta was.

"Lord Alpha." Ye, who was guarding the door, saluted respectfully when he saw Alpha coming.

"Is she making medicine?" Alpha asked.

Ye nodded solemnly, with obvious vigilance in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Alpha's expression became serious.

"Master Kong, let's come see her later," she said to Ron.

Lord Sora?

Ye heard Alpha address Ron and looked at Ron in shock.

Is he the man that Lord Alpha brought back last time?

The atmosphere has completely changed.

"Why?" Ron asked.

Beta's pharmacy was on the first floor. Standing at the door, he could already smell a pungent, sour and foul odor.

Refining the soul-transforming potion does produce a foul smell.

But... is it that serious?

"It's very dangerous when she makes medicine." Alpha said with a fearful look.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Ron smiled noncommittally, reached out and pushed open the tightly closed door.

The moment the door opened, the scene was horrifying!

A pitch-black three-legged crucible nearly as tall as a person stood in the center of the room. At this moment, it was like a raging crater, with the sticky purple liquid inside surging and spraying wildly.

The scorching, highly corrosive droplets splashed like a torrential rain, landing on the walls and floor, making a terrifying "hissing" sound, emitting bursts of pungent white smoke, and leaving behind potholes and charred marks.