Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

Early the next morning, Ron went to check on Nancy's injuries.

White told him that although Nancy's injury looked serious, it was actually not serious and would heal after a period of recovery.

This may have something to do with Nancy being an elf. White didn't delve into it too much and left after a few words.

Ron looked at Nancy, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, like a child, with a slightly pale face that made people feel cherished. He reached out and touched her forehead. There was no sadness or joy on his face, making people wonder what he was thinking. What.

After a while, Ron stood up and ordered the maid beside him: "Take care of her."

Nancy is injured and Ron arranges for a maid to take care of her.

Due to Abel's shock last night, the monsters in the Black Valley Forest did not dare to invade the territory again, and the wave of monsters ended briefly.

As soon as the genius dawned, Joyce issued instructions to the three towns and mobilized his men to deal with the follow-up matters.

Yesterday, monsters invaded, and many buildings in the three towns were damaged. The impact was huge.

Ron thought that since a new city was going to be built anyway, he might as well rebuild Cote Town and make it look exactly the same.

He invited construction experts to discuss the matter, and it was quickly approved unanimously. One expert suddenly said: "Lord Baron, I see that your mansion has been seriously damaged. Do you want to do it too?"

We did it together

Ron looked at the expert who said this. He looked like a thief who blocked the road and asked for change.

"Mr. Colin is right. The mansion must be rebuilt and the area must be expanded. Such a small area is completely inconsistent with the status of the Baron."

"I agree too."

The experts settled the matter word by word. The final expansion project of the mansion was supervised by Mr. Colin, the construction expert who said, "We'll do it together." The other experts continued their previous work.

After the others left, Colin asked: "Lord Baron, do you have any requirements for the new mansion? How many courtyards do you need? What about the garden? What should be placed in the mansion?"

Ron's head suddenly felt heavy as he listened to him asking a lot of professional words. At first he could say a few words, but in the end he was completely confused. He could only give a rough idea of ​​the layout of the mansion. Being more specific is not his area of ​​expertise.

"Mr. Colin, I'm very sorry. I have some important things to deal with later. Please ask Egbert or Diana about the new mansion." Ron excused himself and left.

For the matter of building a new mansion, the two of them are more suitable than Ron.

Mansion training ground.

Abel, who was full of energy, appeared here. He waved the sword easily and was in better condition than ever.

After practicing a set of sword skills, Abel held the big sword horizontally in front of his eyes. He clearly felt the friendly aura from the big sword, which seemed to be connected to himself.

There seemed to be an illusion. Abel could feel the emotions on the sword, which was very strange.

But thinking that this sword was specially given to him by the lord, he would not be surprised if something else happens if he can be resurrected by the lord.

"Hey, Captain, why are you up so early? Isn't that guy Sig still patrolling?"

Anthony yawned and came to the training ground. Last night, Abel was worried and wanted to patrol to prevent the monsters in the Black Valley Forest from attacking.

Everyone quickly persuaded him to let him rest while the others went on inspection. In the end, only Sig persisted.

Abel shook his head with a smile and said a few words casually. He knew very well that Sig's physique was not as strong as a human being. Let alone patrolling for a whole day, it would be fine for a few more days.

Afterwards, the knights came to the training ground one after another, and even Sig, who was patrolling the border of the territory, came back. Seeing Abel's lively appearance, a smile appeared on his face.

"Captain, your armor has been damaged. Why don't you go find Master Hadyi to make a new one?"

Harvey looked at Anthony and said with a smile: "You just want to go have a drink at Master Hadey's."

"No way, don't slander me."

Everyone was laughing and joking, and the atmosphere was very pleasant. Abel listened to Anthony's words and nodded: "Let Master Hadyi make a harder one this time."

Isn’t the armor forged from obsidian, mithril and other precious materials hard enough?

Thomas asked curiously: "Captain, how many monsters have you killed? Even the armor is completely damaged."

"I don't remember much. I was only focused on killing, and I don't remember anything else." Abel shook his head.

Everyone looked at each other, and Sig suddenly said: "Probably tens of thousands, the corpses of monsters are piled up into a hill."

Hiss~

As soon as he finished speaking, the others took a breath of air.

Abel and others came all the way to the blacksmith workshop. When Hadyi heard the purpose of their visit, his expression was stunned. He looked around Abel for a long time and said, "You are so awesome."

Only Hadyi himself knew how hard the armor made by his own hands was, and it would take tens of thousands of hard impacts to break it.

"Okay, no problem, leave it to me."

Hadey readily agreed. As he spoke, his eyes fell on the big sword in Abel's hand. He recognized the big sword as the first work he made after coming to Arnold's territory.

"Let me forge a new weapon for you." Hadyi said again. Compared with before, his forging skills have improved a lot, and there are many precious materials. He will definitely be able to forge something better than what Abel has in his hands. The sword is of better quality.

Unexpectedly, Abel shook his head and refused: "No need, this sword is just right for me."

For Abel, this sword has extraordinary significance. It is this sword that allows him to protect the lord's territory. When holding the hilt of the sword, he can feel the temperature from the sword, which is comfortable.

"That's it, you guy. If you don't want it, don't want it. It also saves me materials." Hadyi muttered, and then started forging.

At this time, Anthony suddenly came over and said, "Master Hadyi, after you have made the captain's armor, can you forge a longer sword for me?"

Hadyi snorted coldly and said without looking back: "Unless the lord orders it, if you want to ask for something from me, you must beat me in drinking! Otherwise, there is no need to talk!"

"You're not interesting anymore. Who can drink better than you if they don't know how much you drink." Anthony said dejectedly.

"There's no point in flattering me. I don't accept this."

Hadyi glanced at him and said, "Okay, get out of here and don't disturb my work."

The equipment of the Cavaliers was forged by Hadey, but that was approved by the lord in writing. If you want to obtain additional equipment, you need to follow Hadey's rules.

The time came to noon.

In the study, Joyce is reporting to Ron the current situation in the territory.

While listening, Ron looked at the dark circles under her eyes and asked, "You didn't sleep all night?"

Joyce's body trembled and she lowered her head. Although Ron said yesterday that she made the right choice, she still felt in her heart that she had not done well and had failed the lord's high expectations.

Looking at her appearance, Ron said in an unquestionable tone: "Continue to report, and then go have a good rest. I will handle the rest."

".yes."

Joyce leaned forward slightly and continued: "After review, the casualties of the residents are as follows. 14 people died, 37 were seriously injured, and 541 were lightly injured. There were no deaths on the refugee side, 3 were seriously injured, and 91 were lightly injured. people."

This situation is acceptable. Ron pondered for a moment and said: "Give a pension to the families of the deceased citizens, one gold coin per person. Treat those who are seriously injured or lightly injured immediately, don't worry about the cost."

"Yes, I noted it down."

Joyce nodded solemnly, and then continued to report the next thing, "A total of 11,370 monsters invaded the territory yesterday, of which 416 monsters died in the territory. The remaining monsters were all killed by Mr. Abel."

When reporting this incident, Joyce could not calm down. Even after reading the data many times, she was still shocked.

"According to Mr. Sig's description, 10 of the monsters killed by Mr. Abel were of third-level strength."

Joyce calmed down his emotions and made a serious report, "The guards dissected the monster's body and found that all the internal organs inside were burnt. Rather than being beheaded, it was better to say that it died under an unknown force."

Unknown power.

A mysterious strongman?

This thought suddenly flashed through Ron's mind, but he couldn't be sure. If there is such a mysterious person, he will naturally appear when the time comes.

After spending some time, Joyce finally finished reporting the work. Ron said that he would handle the rest of the matter. In fact, after a night of sorting out, Joyce had already arranged the follow-up issues properly, and there was no need for him to intervene at all. .

Although there were some twists and turns in the process yesterday, the results were good, and Ron believed that Joyce deserved to be rewarded.

After this idea appeared in his mind, he slowly said: "You have done a good job. If it weren't for you, the territory would have suffered greater losses and even been expelled from the Carlo Kingdom."

Ron paused, "I will give you a credit in the name of the lord. What kind of gift do you want?"

Joyce quickly shook his head, bent down, and said, "Thanks to the kindness of the lord, please forgive me for not being able to bear it."

Ron narrowed his eyes and said in a calm tone: "I am giving you a gift in the name of the lord."

There is a difference between private gifts and lordly gifts.

Joyce's authority has been exposed in front of everyone. What she represents is the power of the lord, and this will still be the case in the future.

On the one hand, Ron really wanted to give Joyce a gift. On the other hand, considering that Joyce rarely showed up, she needed a formal and public way to announce her authority. Ron was supporting her. It means that the people below will obey its instructions.

"Thank you, Lord." Joyce crossed his hands on his abdomen and bowed deeply.

Seeing this, Ron smiled and said, "Just now I suddenly thought of a gift suitable for you. Do you want to know?"

Joyce pursed her lips slightly, a bright light flashing in her eyes.

"The mansion will be expanded, and I will let Mr. Colin build a separate library. Only you can enter there."

Ron gave Joyce such a gift based on his interest in books. For a book lover, there is no better gift than this.

Upon hearing that it was such a special gift, Joyce opened her mouth, and her originally calm expression turned into astonishment.

"It seems that you are very satisfied. It is up to you to tell Mr. Colin about the style of the annex. I will say hello in advance."

Ron said, waving his hand for the other party to step back and rest.

A corner of the training ground.

A thin figure kept making sword-swinging movements. His face was red and he was sweating like rain as he continued to practice his sword skills tirelessly.

Malcolm suddenly came to him and said, "The Lord asked me to teach you a combat skill. Which one do you want to learn?"

The person in front of him was Carl. Because he had merit, Ron asked Malcolm to teach him a move. Ever since Malcolm had the [Sword Master] entry, he had created a combat technique every now and then. Now he has ten swordsmanship. The nine combat skills shocked Abel and others.

Malcolm stared at Karl expressionlessly, waiting for the other party's answer.

If Ron hadn't personally ordered him, he would never have taught Carl combat skills. Not only him, but the rest of the Cavaliers didn't want to see Carl either.

They knew clearly that what Karl had done, just poisoning the Lord, was enough to kill him ten thousand times.

Usually, Karl trains alone in the corner of the training ground, and no one cares about him. No, it should be said that only Melitoya cares about him.

Karl's face was childish, but he showed an unyielding demeanor. He had observed Malcolm practicing sword moves and told him the combat skills he wanted to learn.

Malcolm was surprised by Karl's choice, but he didn't say anything more and nodded: "Okay, I will teach you three days. It's up to you whether you can learn it or not."

"Thank you, Mr. Malcolm." Karl thanked him sincerely.

"What you need to thank is the Lord."

Malcolm said flatly, and then threw a sword suitable for Karl's use.

Karl dropped the heavy sword, picked up a very light sword that was only half a meter long, and then began to learn combat skills from Malcolm. He only had three days and had to race against time.

——

afternoon.

Darren and more than 20 knights sent food, as well as the more than 10,000 refugees. The knights and refugees looked at the dilapidated town and were shocked in their hearts. What kind of disaster had they experienced to make it look like this.

Knight Darren sent someone to deliver the message to the Baron's Mansion, and soon Thomas and Rosalind arrived.

"Thomas, long time no see." Darren greeted.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Thomas smiled and said, "If you want to chat, we can go back to the mansion later. We are here to receive food and people under the order of the lord."

"It should be." Knight Darren expressed his understanding and asked the knights to assist Thomas and others in unloading the food.

Thomas looked at Rosalind, "The rest is up to you, Miss Rosalind."

"Don't worry, Mr. Thomas."

Rosalind showed a confident smile, having finally won this opportunity, she could perfectly complete the task assigned by the lord.

Subsequently, under her command, the refugees registered their information in an orderly manner and distributed food.

When they saw the dilapidated territory, the refugees no longer had any hope. They just jumped from one pit to another. This is the world where human life is like a piece of grass. Complaining is useless.

However, the moment they got the food, they knew that things might be different in the future, and they couldn't help but be curious about Lord Arnold.

"Hey, brother, are you new here? Do you want to read the Ron Lord comics?"

Suddenly, a man with a smile on his face took out a book and said to the newly arrived refugees.