Who taught him to restore the country like this?

Level 50 and sixth-order skills are enough to allow him to break away from the minion stage and enter the boss level.

"Your Majesty Ron, dinner is ready for you." A soldier walked into the wooden house where Ron was and said respectfully, carrying food.

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Ron nodded.

"Compared to His Majesty Ron's hard work, our hard work is nothing." The soldier suddenly said seriously.

Ron chuckled and said nothing more.

Due to limited conditions, dinner was simple and unpretentious.

After dinner, Lawrence arrived with his soldiers.

This time he brought more than 6,000 people, 2,000 of whom were soldiers, and the remaining 4,000 were residents and some adventurers who also wanted to help.

At the same time, Lawrence also brought good news: a few days after leaving, Celtia had contacted the Holy See of Light and brought back several strong people who were willing to help.

Ron frowned slightly after hearing this.

The arrival of people from outside was not good news for him.

If he brings back a few idiots who only have military power, that's fine. But I'm worried that Celia will bring back some smarter people.

Father, like son.

People outside the Kingdom of Orrantia have a more unique perspective on this incident than Lawrence and others.

Ron planned to go back and meet those people tomorrow to see if he could trick them.

Let’s put our worries aside for now, the most urgent task is to quickly push through the Komoni border.

After a brief explanation, Ron led these people to move forward.

……

The moon sets and the sun rises.

After a sleepless night of struggle, Ron finally led Cassel's army to surround the entire Komoni, isolating the magic stones in Komoni from those in other fortresses.

Once you complete this first step, the rest will be easy.

The soldiers of Kassel only need to continue to retreat towards the inner town according to Komoni's map.

If we move faster, we can shrink to the location of the Divine Purification Formation in one day.

In the short term, Ron's command was no longer needed here. After handing over the remaining work to Lawrence, he returned to Kassel.

After returning to the manor in a carriage and finishing breakfast, a maid came to report that a guest was coming to visit.

They must be the people that Celtia brought back from outside.

"Tell them to come back later."

Ron declined the visit.

He definitely needs to meet those people, but not now.

He is very tired now and has no time to deal with them.

Chapter 57 Visitors

In the afternoon at the manor, sunlight shines through the stained-glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the bed.

The copper candlestick on the carved bedside table still had traces of wax tears from the previous night, interweaving with the faint scent of lavender in the air to create a lazy atmosphere.

Ron slept until he woke up naturally, got up, changed his clothes, and started a self-disciplined day.

The current situation in Cassel has stabilized. For the next period of time, he no longer needs to go to the front line to command. Lawrence knows what to do.

He only needs to patrol every once in a while, and the rest of the time he can stay in the city to learn the fifth-level skills from Wim.

Time is money, so don't waste it.

Walking out of the room, Ron subconsciously glanced at the door.

Although Beatrice doesn't speak and communication is difficult, she is very obedient.

Last time I told her not to guard the door anymore, and she hasn't been guarding the door since then.

I changed my job to guard the restaurant.

She seemed to know that Ron would only go to two places when he returned to the manor: his bedroom and the dining room.

Ron went downstairs to the dining room, where several desserts and two plates of food covered with dinner covers were already prepared on the table.

Beatrice's delicate hands were pressed against the dinner cover, magic flowing from the gaps between her fingertips.

When she saw Ron walk into the restaurant, she withdrew her hands from the table cover, took a step back, and pulled out the main chair.

After Ron sat down at the main seat, she stepped forward and lifted the lid of the meal.

Ron looked.

One plate of roast venison and one plate of roast chicken.

Two plates of golden-crusted barbecue were still emitting warm steam.

Ron picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of venison and put it into his mouth. The fresh fragrance instantly exploded between his teeth.

The perfectly roasted venison is crispy on the outside, but still juicy on the inside, and the aroma of spices wrapped in the meat rushes straight into your nose.

He looked up at Beatrice, who was standing beside him with her eyes lowered. The scent of jasmine in her hair mixed with the aroma of roasted meat, creating a strange harmony.

"You did it?" he asked.

The barbecue tasted different this time.

"Yeah." Beatrice responded in a calm voice.

"What did you do before?" Ron asked curiously.

The massage and cooking skills are so excellent.

"I have a grandmother who has disabled hands and feet," Beatrice replied.

Is this the result of taking care of the elderly?

"Why don't you go back and see grandma?"

"She was killed by the Bruwiman Empire."

"That's it..."

Ron didn't ask any further questions.

If I ask any more, I'm afraid I'll get into trouble.

Let’s eat first.

……

After a slightly late lunch, Ron went to the backyard.

Since he had guests visiting today and there was not much time left, he did not go to Wim to learn, but went to the backyard to practice alone.

After learning the fourth-level skill [Thunder Flash], Wim kept his promise and taught him the fifth-level skill - Reverse Breath Instant Slash.

This is an instant kill technique that requires magic power to assist in reversing the Qi, using a sudden burst of Qi power to achieve a fatal blow.

Wim has already taught him the techniques of the Reverse Breath Instant Slash and how to use energy. Now he just needs to practice by following his instructions, and there shouldn't be any problem.

Ron stood in the middle of the courtyard, his palm against the dark pattern on the hilt, recalling Wim's teachings in his mind.

First, draw the magic power from the Qi Hai to the Tan Zhong point, then force it back to the Shaoyin Heart Meridian...

"Uh-huh!"

Ron rushed out more than ten meters in an instant, and the blade drew a dark blue trajectory in the air, but it suddenly collapsed at the moment when it was about to form a vacuum cut. The stinging pain of the backlash of energy rushed up along the arm bone to the shoulder blade.

Ron groaned and took two steps back, spider-web-like purple bruises appearing on his left arm.

Tsk, it turns out that it won’t work without a teacher to guide me.

All Wim taught him was the problem-solving process and the answers, but the most important problem-solving ideas could not be taught by demonstration.

After trying a few more times, Ron lay down on the lawn and gave up the idea of ​​individual practice.

The afternoon sun shone through the branches of the maple tree, casting tiny spots of light on Ron's sweaty forehead.

He stared quietly at the cumulus clouds moving across the sky.

A rustling sound behind me suddenly broke the silence.

A fresh scent of jasmine wafted in the wind.

Someone is approaching.

The footsteps stopped at the side.

Ron turned his head slightly to look.

It was Beatrice who had finished washing the dishes.

Seeing Ron coming, she stroked the loose hem of her maid's uniform and slowly knelt on the ground.

Then she slapped Ron on her thigh.

Ron: "..."

"Your Majesty Ron, Lady Celestia of the Glorious Church is here to visit." At this time, a maid came to the backyard to report.

"Oh, I see."

Ron stood up, brushed off the weeds on his body, and walked towards the reception room.

……

Reception room.

Celestia, wearing a robe embroidered with the silver emblem of the Glorious Church, sat alone on the sofa on the left. The delicate lace hanging from the gilded cuffs made her snow-white fingertips look even more slender.

At this time, there were four other people in the reception room besides her, and they were sitting on the sofa opposite.

The young man in the middle was wearing a dark-patterned brocade robe, with the family emblem embroidered with gold thread faintly visible at the collar. He exuded an innate aura of nobility.

On his left and right sides, two gray-haired old men in black double-breasted gowns gently stroked their jade rings with their wrinkled hands.