Who taught him to restore the country like this?

[Territory: Gray Mist Territory]

[Reputation: None (0/h↑)]

Experience: 800 (530/h↑)

Chapter 10: Reputation can be bought with money

A newly established territory gains 1 experience point per hour.

男爵领每小时经验收益是10点，子爵领是50点，伯爵领是200-300点，侯爵领是500-600点，公爵领是1000-2000点，王国领是10000-30000点。

Roen restored his kingdom, and although he was still the king, the area of ​​his territory did not reach the size of a regular kingdom, and the experience gains were still distributed according to the territory standards of the Grey Mist Territory.

"530 experience points per hour is pretty good."

Ron didn't have high expectations for this.

He needs reputation more than experience.

The gain in reputation is not linked to the size of the territory, but is calculated based on the number of people and the degree of faith.

If he were to build a country from scratch, Ron would definitely be a king respected by everyone.

For a territory like this that he took over midway, if he was given some time, he could also make the people in the territory sing praises to him every day.

But unfortunately, he did not have the time to slowly build the image of a benevolent monarch.

If you want to maximize your profits in a short period of time, you have no choice but to spend money.

Ron turned off the panel and looked up at Afulai, who stood respectfully before him. "Go and count the refugees in Gray Mist Territory, as well as the people in the slums of various towns, and gather them all together."

"Yes." Afraid nodded in response, wondering what Ron meant.

Luo Ensi Zhuo thought for a moment, then continued: "Before dusk, I want to see all the knights and soldiers of the Gray Mist Territory gathered in the Wind City. Remember, let them wear armor blades."

After explaining all this, regardless of Afulai's speculation, Ron left the lord's mansion, left the Cold Wind City, and headed towards the Mercenary Association.

The news that Ron had left Cold Wind City soon reached the ears of the steward of the lord's mansion, and he immediately found Afulai, who was in a daze in the mansion.

"Lord Afulai, the villain has left. Please escape now."

Afulai was stunned when she heard this.

Then, he glanced around in panic, making sure the man was gone before he dared to whisper, "He can control the gray fog. Can I escape?"

"Even if you can't escape, you have to flee. Otherwise, that villain will force you to do something that betrays the Emerald Kingdom, and the lord and his men won't let you go when they return."

"But……"

Afray hesitated to speak.

If she were discovered while escaping, she might not live to see her father return.

"That villain hastily restored his kingdom and proclaimed himself king, without even preparing the most basic ceremonies. Lord Afulai, you can pretend to be kind and go to the city under the pretext of ordering a royal robe. Even if he finds out, he won't blame you."

"I'll have someone prepare a carriage at the city gate. When the time comes, you can immediately get on the carriage and escape from the Gray Mist Territory to seek help." The butler suggested and planned.

"……All right."

Afulai was silent for a long time, and finally made up her mind.

She followed the housekeeper's instructions and pretended to go to town to buy materials for making the crown.

When the housekeeper said, "Lord Afulai, we should go back," she calmly approached the city gate.

Finally, she seized the opportunity, rushed out of the city gate, and safely got into the carriage prepared by the butler.

The carriage sped towards the border.

And she wasn't the only one thinking of escaping.

More merchants and travelers were packing up and planning to leave the Grey Mist Territory, fearing they would be implicated by Ron's outrageous behavior.

……

Mercenary Association.

When Ron appeared at the registration counter again, he no longer needed to use money to demonstrate his strength. The lady at the counter quickly stood up respectfully and said, "Your Majesty Ron."

Although she acted very respectful, her tone was still a little forced.

Obviously, he still didn't quite recognize Ron's identity as King.

Ron didn't care. He took out another high-level magic crystal and said, "I want to issue a commission."

The lady at the counter carefully took the high-level magic crystal and asked, "What commission would you like to post?"

"Do things and run errands for me for three days. This is the deposit." Ron said calmly.

"This..." The lady at the counter looked a little embarrassed.

The Mercenary Association can indeed take on any mission, even intervening in a war between two countries, as long as the money is paid.

The only thing the Mercenary Association didn't dare to interfere with was the war with the Kingdom of God.

Because the three major churches conveyed a clear oracle: people who are not from the chosen countries cannot interfere in the war of the kingdom of God.

With a high-level magic crystal as a deposit, and considering his illegitimate position, it was easy to guess the content of the task Ron had entrusted him with.

As if he could see what she was worried about, Ron added, "I won't be using it for the war with the Emerald Kingdom. I'll just use it for some errands."

"This..." The lady at the counter still didn't dare to register this commission

"Misha, please register His Majesty Ron."

At this time, a voice came from deep within the Mercenary Association.

"Yes."

The lady at the counter immediately registered the task for Ron and posted it on the task wall.

Ron looked back at the people in the hall.

Wherever his eyes passed, everyone avoided his gaze.

In their view, Ron's act of restoring his country was nonsense. Who would restore their country so hastily?

Just one person dared to restore his country, and he did so on the territory of the Emerald Kingdom. Did he really think the Emerald Kingdom did not exist?

Anyone with a bit of intelligence could see that Ron's prestige was only temporary and wouldn't last for many days.

There was no need for them to offend the Emerald Kingdom for a dying man.

Seeing that no one was interested in the money he offered to buy his life, Ron sneered and said, "A bunch of cowards, why would they be mercenaries?"

"What did you say, little brat?"

The five mercenaries were provoked, slammed the table and stood up, surrounding Ron.

"I give you face by calling you Your Majesty. If I don't give you face, you won't even have all your hair grown..."

Before they could finish their shouting, Ron waved his hand impatiently, and saw five mercenaries fall limply to the ground.

The mercenaries present were all shocked by this scene.

Seeing that no one else was dissatisfied, Ron snorted coldly and was about to leave the Mercenary Association.

"Isn't this His Majesty Ron?"

At this moment, a rough voice came from the door.

Byron came over with his four sisters and said, "You still have the leisure to come to the Mercenary Association to play. If you don't go back to manage your territory, your people will run away."

When Byron was halfway through his words, Reggie next to him kept knocking his thigh with his elbow, signaling him not to continue.

But Byron acted as if he didn't feel anything and finished his words completely.

Reggie was so angry that he stepped hard on Byron's foot, then carefully observed Ron's expression. Seeing that Ron was not angry, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The person in front of him was no longer the Mr. Barrett from before. From the five mercenaries lying in the mercenary hall, whose lives and deaths were unknown, it was clear that he had a brutal nature.

"Your Majesty Ron, he did not mean to offend you, please..."

"You still owe me five martial arts skills." Ron interrupted Reggie.

"Ah...yes," Byron asked, "Do you want to learn now?"

Ron shook his head. "No rush. I'll learn slowly later when I have time. I need someone to work for me now. The pay is good. Do you want to come?"

Hearing the generous reward, Byron immediately became interested: "What to do? I won't do murder or arson."

"Just some errands and moving chores."

"no problem!"

Byron agreed without hesitation, even though Reggie next to him almost scraped his elbow.

As a last resort, Reggie could only speak up to save Byron: "Your Majesty Ron, we are honored that you chose us..."

She had just finished her polite remarks and before she could continue, she heard Ron's cold voice: "Are you kidding me?"

The murderous intent in that gaze made her heart tremble, and she lowered her head in fear: "No... I dare not."

"The mission is over there. Come out quickly after you receive the mission. I'll be waiting for you outside."

Ron snorted coldly and walked out of the mercenary hall.

Chapter 11 What did you do to the new king of the Kingdom of Lah?

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"how so?"

In front of the Gray Mist Territory border, Afulai slumped on the ground.

The most thrilling thing she had ever done in her life was this escape.

She tried her best, enduring the uneasy feeling that her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and finally escaped here. Just as she was about to escape from the Gray Mist Territory, a layer of cold barrier ruthlessly blocked her way, causing her to fall from heaven to hell in an instant.

Looking at the barrier that appeared in front of her without her knowing when, she felt completely hopeless.

Just one step away, just one more step, and she would be able to escape from the Gray Mist Territory.

But God played a joke on her.