Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

The entire landscape of Arnold's territory was changing subtly, the products became richer, and the soil became more suitable for farming.

Some plants that were originally unable to grow also began to sprout, especially near the Miracle tree. The plants planted in the vegetable garden began to grow wildly. Alfred's experts were shocked and began to study.

This is good news for Ron. After adding a purple quality entry to the territory, even precious minerals such as mithril appear. The impact on the plants will only be greater, and the time for potatoes to mature will also be shortened. will be greatly reduced.

Save some money on food purchases for the territory.

One morning, Joyce came to the study to report to Ron as usual.

"The number of refugees has exceeded 8,000. I have recorded the number of people who can work and the roster. Please take a look."

Ron took a stack of thick books and took a rough look at them. There were nearly five thousand names on them, registered in categories.

Ron nodded and asked: "What about the remaining people? Have you made arrangements?"

"Yes, there are also arrangements for those who are unable to do heavy work. Children under 12 years old can attend school, and the rest can take care of the fields, weave and other light work."

Joyce said without missing a beat. Her eyes were clear and her eyes fell on Ron, waiting for him to give instructions.

After hearing this, Ron knew it was time to take the next step and said, "I will inform the construction experts, and you will be able to arrange the specific operations."

"Yes, Lord!" Joyce bowed and exited the study.

As time went by, more and more refugees poured into the Arnold Territory. The refugees who originally went to the Fast Territory were expelled. Viscount Fast was unwilling to accept these useless refugees, so he had no choice but to come to Arnold. Territory, these are also learned from the refugees.

In this obvious contrast, the refugees were even more grateful to Lord Ron.

When the time is right, the second step of the plan begins.

Led by Joyce and assisted by Egbert, orders came out from the Baronial Palace, and the civil officials of the three major villages and towns immediately took action.

Refugee camp.

As the territorial messenger arrived, the refugees began to commotion. After hearing the content of the summons, they had different expressions.

"Sir, will you never distribute food in the future?"

Someone asked, and this is also the biggest concern of all refugees. The messenger patiently explained, "Don't worry, there will still be food distributed. However, there is only so much food, and we will distribute it to those who need it more."

"Excuse me, who is more in need? Do you think I am?"

The messenger looked at the person who spoke and smiled and said: "Now that the territory is building a new city, you can go and sign up to join the construction team and obtain food through work."

The refugees were originally low-level workers, and their expressions did not change much when they heard these words.

The messenger added: "It's okay if you don't want to work. We will distribute a small amount of food so that people will not starve to death. But those who are willing to work will be treated equally, and the materials and food provided will be better than before." many."

This is also Ron's strategy. There are several situations when he is unwilling to work. Perhaps he is suffering from illness and cannot work. In this case, you cannot force the other party.

Or maybe they are simply lazy and just want to take advantage. Such cases are rare, but not impossible.

If it is the second type of person, the person responsible for managing the refugee camp will write down the other person's name, report it and record it, and directly expel him from the territory after the new city is established.

Such people cannot bring benefits to the territory, Ron will not take them in. As for why not just drive them away, it is because there is still value in using them. Their existence can bring a certain reputation to Ron and attract more people. of refugees coming.

Ron has considered all situations.

After hearing what the messenger said, many refugees immediately volunteered to work. Their idea was actually very simple: work and get paid.

Rather than a free ‘lunch’, they want to get rewards through their own hands, because this is more real.

Behind the crowd, several men with blackened faces looked at each other, and one of them whispered: "Boss, what should we do? Baron Arnold has a very high reputation, and our plan will not work."

"The master asked us to cause trouble. As long as we find the right method, we won't have to worry about the territory becoming chaotic."

The man who was called the boss snorted coldly and winked at his companion, "I thought of a way. Let's go to the Black Valley Forest."

"Boss, do you think..." The others looked at the boss with horrified expressions.

"Hmph, so what if we sacrifice some common people for the master's grand plan? That is their honor."

Several people retreated quietly and left the refugee camp.

——

After listening to Egbert's report, Ron had a smile on his face.

The refugees all voluntarily participated in the construction of the new city. No one was willing to live for free. Even those children who were assigned to go to school would help grow food on weekdays.

Although they don't do much work, their attitude shows what they want.

Egbert smiled and said: "The lord treats others with kindness, and they are naturally willing to repay your expectations."

"Hahaha."

Ron laughed a few times, looked at Egbert, and said, "It's time for me to set off to visit Viscount Gordon. I will take some people away and expect to be back within three days."

"Yes, I will arrange this." After saying that, Egbert went to discuss the entourage with Abel.

"When your master travels, I will accompany him."

Hearing Taylor speak, Sig glared over. Abel looked helpless. Although the cell was strong, it could not stop him.

The lord's attitude is unclear and it is difficult to kill him. Even if Taylor was pressed with force and beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he would still sneak out.

Egbert had no choice but to ask Ron for instructions. When he came back, he said: "The lord agrees that you will follow. Remember, don't cause trouble to the lord!"

"I will only solve trouble for the Lord, not create trouble." Taylor glanced at him, and after saying that, he ran back to the cell and closed himself.

Egbert ignored it and continued to discuss with Abel.

Abel came to Sig and said to him: "I still don't trust him. This time you follow the lord to the Gordon Viscounty."

Sig's strength has far surpassed that of Abel, and he must be the one to choose as a bodyguard.

"yes."

Sig looked excited. His current strength is no longer what it used to be. When he meets Viscount Gordon's knight again, he will never be defeated like last time!

"Is it just Sig?" Egbert asked doubtfully.

Abel smiled, "He alone is enough."

The next day.

Ron got into the carriage and was escorted by two knights to the Gordon Viscounty. On this trip, he didn't bring any maid, only heavy gold coins.

Along the way, Ron also encountered many refugees heading towards Arnold's territory. They were in ragged clothes and had sallow faces, as if they hadn't eaten for several days. Their expressions were anxious and uneasy. They heard rumors that Baron Arnold After understanding the acceptance of refugees and the distribution of food, a touch of expectation appeared in the uneasy expression.

Ron, who was sitting in the carriage, looked away. They were all poor people who were tricked by suffering.

And all he can do is make this suffering as less bitter as possible.

The carriage passed by, and in the crowd, two people covering their entire bodies with shawls followed the refugees.

"Your Highness, why are you wasting half a year in circles? The address has been sent to you, and you still want me to suffer with you?" A charming voice came from under the robe.

"You are my slave, you have no right to refuse." The other person's voice was cold and solemn, with a majesty that could not be resisted.

"Oh, yes, yes, my Royal Highness."

"Shut up."

The two followed the crowd into Arnold's territory.

——

In less than half a day, Ron and others arrived at Viscount Gordon's Mansion.

"I received your letter of visit from my nephew a few days ago. I have been looking forward to your arrival for several days." Viscount Gordon said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"It's been a long time since I sent you my regards. I hope you can forgive me, uncle."

Ron smiled and said that Viscount Gordon was as enthusiastic as ever. He didn't find Michelle. It seemed that he hadn't returned from the royal capital yet.

Viscount Gordon waved his hand to show that he didn't care, exchanged a few words, looked at Taylor who was following Ron, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with your knight's face?"

"I accidentally fell myself. I definitely didn't get beaten like this." Taylor answered quickly.

Beside him, Sig hit Taylor on the waist with his elbow, causing him to gasp in pain.

"I'm very sorry. This new knight hasn't learned the rules yet and is not very sensible. Please don't blame me." Ron said with an apologetic expression.

Viscount Gordon laughed and said, "You are such an interesting knight. You have a good face and are young and energetic. That's great."

As an old fox, Viscount Gordon could not see that Taylor was beaten like that by the knight next to him. He admired this energetic young knight very much.

Ron followed Viscount Gordon to the living room. The maids placed tea and snacks on the table and then stepped aside.

Before Viscount Gordon could speak, Ron signaled Sig with his eyes. Sig stepped forward and placed a beautifully decorated box on the coffee table.

"What is this?" Viscount Gordon raised his eyebrows and looked at Ron.

Ron smiled indifferently. There was no reason to not bring a gift when he was a guest. Not to mention that Viscount Gordon helped him a lot. He would also buy food from him later and send him a thank you gift in advance. It was very reasonable.

He said: "I knew that my uncle was a water magician, so I had someone make a magic wand."

"Oh? Since it is a gift from my nephew, I will accept it, uncle."

Viscount Gordon immediately understood Ron's intentions. He knew that the Arnold Territory was poor and could not compare with the Viscount Gordon Territory in terms of strength and wealth. I guess the wand in this box was the greatest kindness he could show.

However, it’s true that my nephew, if you have any trouble, just ask him. How can I not help you as an uncle?

Viscount Gordon was slightly dissatisfied. He asked the waiting servant to put the box away as he spoke.

But Ron stopped him and said with a smile: "Uncle, you'd better take a look. If you're not satisfied, I'll go back and have someone build a better one."

From this sentence, Viscount Gordon heard something different, and then showed a tentative smile, "It seems that my nephew is very confident in giving my uncle a gift. Well, let me see it with my own eyes."

Viscount Gordon maintained a lot of trust in Ron and opened the box with his own hands. Inside lay a three-inch long white wand. There was a thin stream of silver running through the middle of the wand, and a whole tempered stone on the top. of mithril.

When he saw the white wand for the first time, Viscount Gordon's breathing became rapid, and then he held his breath.

Seeing the appearance of Viscount Gordon, Ron smiled. This wand was not simple. He asked Hadey to make it specially, using more than ten kinds of precious ores, and finally forging it with mithril as the core.

Ron looked at the item card. It was a blue quality wand with three complete entries.

"Do you still like this gift, uncle?"

Viscount Gordon came back to his senses and said angrily: "How can you not like this? This can be used as a royal inheritance wand."

He picked up the white wand from the box with gentle movements, his eyes were as tender as water, and he looked at Ron suddenly, "Are you really willing to give it to me?"

"Of course, uncle." Ron said firmly.

"Oh, you..."

Viscount Gordon sighed. He was very aware of the value of the white wand in his hand. The royal family of the Carlo Kingdom and the three major duke families may not possess such a treasure.

He wisely did not ask about the white wand.

The other party gave such a big gift, so he must be asking for something big. Viscount Gordon put the white wand into the box, and then asked about business.

Ron then told him about the purchase of food. When Viscount Gordon heard this, he was stunned. Is it that simple?

"Actually, there is one more thing, please uncle, please be accommodating." Ron said again.

Viscount Gordon glared, "Can you finish the sentence in one go?"

"Say it, I'm listening."

Viscount Gordon took a sip of tea, his hands began to tremble, and his heart was not very calm.

"There must be a lot of refugees coming to your territory. Can you let me take these refugees back?" Ron asked.

Viscount Gordon asked, "That's it?"

He even thought about whether Ron was conspiring with another country to gain access to the Carlo Kingdom, and this white wand was a benefit given by the other country.

Ron didn't know what was going on in Viscount Gordon's mind, and waited quietly for his answer.

"Ahem, of course that's no problem. You can save me some trouble by taking them back."

Gordon still couldn't understand why he gave a heritage-level wand for such a simple thing?

"Thank you so much, uncle."

Ron thought to himself, as expected, the ancients did not deceive me. Giving gifts can easily solve problems. Look, this is the wisdom of the ancients.

"By the way, how many refugees did Gordon bring?"

After hearing Ron's question, Viscount Gordon thought for a while and said: "I haven't paid much attention to this matter, but there are about 10,000 people. When Earl Eugene and Marquis Alfred went to war, all those refugees came to me. coming."

He was a little troubled. Although Gordon had no worries about food, he didn't want to waste it on outsiders. "I will send someone to count the people later and give you a detailed list. As for the food, it will take some time."

"It's okay, I will stay with you for three days."

"That's great. I'll leave the matter to my servants and let's have some fun." Viscount Gordon said with a happy face.

After the matter was settled, Viscount Gordon dismissed his servants, leaving Ron alone to discuss some private matters. Sig and Taylor exited the room where they were originally taken to rest. They met an acquaintance on the way.

"Hey, are you Sig? I haven't seen you for a few months. When did you become bald?" The person who came was none other than the second-level knight who defeated Sig, named Willy.

Phew~

Taylor couldn't help but laugh. It turned out that this monster was either born with a bald head or he was born with a bald head. He had always misunderstood him.

Sig's inner anger was rising at this moment, and it was towards Taylor.

He looked at Willy and said in a calm tone: "I'm bald and I've become stronger. Do you want to try it?"

"oh?"

Upon hearing this, Willy's eyes changed, and he became filled with fighting spirit.

——

Arnold Land, Baronial Palace.

In the garden, Melitoya looked distressed and stared at the blank paper on the stone table with dull eyes. This was the homework assigned by Ron before he left.

Since Joyce was busy with government affairs and had no time to teach her, Ron assigned Melitoya an assignment called 'Diary' every day.

Ask her to record what happens every day, which not only reviews her literacy, but also exercises her thinking.

"Sister Eileen, there is a word I can't write." Melitoya asked for help, but Eileen was completely listless. She was punished and couldn't eat popsicles for a month, so she was like this.

"Alas~"

Seeing Irene's appearance, Melitoya also knew that she was unreliable. When she was about to go find someone else, she found a snow-white figure hidden in the garden. She pulled Irene's maid uniform and pointed to the flower bed. Position, said: "Sister Eileen, what do you think that is?"

Irene turned her head over and immediately became energetic after seeing it clearly, "It looks like a white puppy!"