Who taught him to restore the country like this?

"What is this?" Byron looked at the items on the list, which were mostly clothes, food, and medicinal herbs for treating injuries.

"This is what I need your help buying in the towns near Gray Mist Territory. The more the better." Ron said.

"What are you buying these for?" Byron asked in confusion.

"As for the blacksmiths and carpenters, hire all of them and make sure they're satisfied with the wages. If you encounter refugees on the road or people struggling to survive in the slums, bring them all back," Ron continued.

"I can understand blacksmiths and carpenters, but what are the refugees and poor people going to do with them?" Byron couldn't figure it out.

Ron didn't explain, but continued, "With this array disc, you can leave the Grey Mist Territory. I'll only give you a day and a half. I want to see these things in Cold Wind City before tomorrow evening. Can you do it?"

In fact, he felt that a day and a half was too long.

If he handles it himself, he will be able to return to the Gray Mist Territory tomorrow morning.

However, he had only mastered the power of Nirvana for a short time, and the degree of compatibility was low. Without the support of the gray mist erupting from the ruins, he would not be able to use the second stage ability of "Nirvana", which is decay - causing a person's vitality to decay rapidly.

In other words, once he left the Gray Mist Territory, he could only become immune to magic.

Magic immunity is useless. If he encounters a ten-man team from the Emerald Kingdom, he can be defeated with just a few swords.

"no problem."

Byron agreed quickly as usual. He said, "It will cost a lot of money to buy these things. You have to give me the money first."

"These should be enough."

Ron took out a palm-sized cloth bag from his arms and placed it in Byron's outstretched hand.

Byron took the cloth bag and opened it to check.

Inside are two high-level magic crystals.

"No problem." Byron put the bag away.

What Ron wanted to buy was not an expensive luxury item; two high-level magic crystals were more than enough to cover the expenses.

"Just wait for our good news."

After Byron finished speaking, he asked the four girls behind him to get on the carriage.

"Wait a moment."

Ron called out to Byron and pointed to someone behind him: "She stays here. I have other things for her to do."

Reggie glanced around to make sure Ron wasn't looking at anyone else.

it's me again?

She felt like crying.

She didn't know how she had offended this adult, so that he would target her whenever he had any bad intentions.

"No," Byron said firmly, "I can't leave her alone..."

"I'm fine, Lord Byron," Reggie interrupted Byron and shook his head and said, "You guys go, His Majesty Ron won't hurt me."

She knew in her heart that Ron was worried about them and was afraid that they would run away with the money, so he wanted to leave one person behind as a hostage.

She trusted her companions and was willing to stay as a hostage.

"OK then."

Since Reggie said so, Byron had no choice but to compromise.

As the carriage drove out of the city gate, Reggie walked up to Ron and asked respectfully, "Your Majesty Ron, what can I do for you?"

"Take me to where slaves are sold in this town."

Ron got into another carriage.

"Yes."

Regis drives the carriage on his own.

More than ten minutes later, they arrived at the door of the largest slave trader in the town.

Seeing that it was the young king who announced the restoration of the country in the lord's palace this morning, the slave trader hurried forward to greet him.

"Your Majesty Ron, I am honored to have you here. Is there anything I can do for you?" The slave trader warmly entertained Ron.

Merchants put their own interests first. As long as there is profit, he doesn't care who the lord of Gray Mist Territory is.

Reggie: "His Majesty Ron wants to buy slaves."

"Very happy to help you."

The slave trader bowed and saluted, then said to the people around him, "Go and bring out the best slaves for His Majesty Ron to review."

Just as they were about to go about it, Ron spoke up.

"Bring out all the slaves."

The slave trader was stunned for a moment, then realized that a big business was coming, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

The slave trader entered the dungeon with a smile on his face and took care of it himself.

It wasn't long before all the slaves were brought out.

The slave traders divided them into three groups.

The first cluster has the largest number and the worst quality.

They were thin, wearing tattered clothes, with dull expressions and lifeless pupils as they looked at the people in front of them.

The second group of slaves looked much healthier. The men were strong and the women were good-looking, but their mental state was not much better than that of the first group of slaves.

The last third cluster of slaves only had five members, all of whom were non-human women. There was still fear in their eyes, and they were used to satisfy the fetishes of the BT nobles.

Without exception, these slaves wore magic-suppressing collars around their necks.

"Your Majesty Ron, is there anything you like?"

After Ron took a rough look at all the slaves, the slave trader immediately stepped forward and asked.

He rubbed his fat hands together and waited confidently for Ron's reply.

This batch of slaves included beauties from several races. It was impossible for a young, hot-blooded young bird like this to resist the temptation.

"I want it all."

Ron said calmly.

The slave trader was stunned for a moment, then his smiling face suddenly panicked: "Your Majesty Ron, do you want all these slaves?"

"Yes."

The slave trader was not happy to receive Ron's affirmation.

It sounds like you don't want to give money.

How could I be happy?

"Calculate the total amount of money you need and go to the Lord's Mansion to ask Afulai for it," Ron said.

"This..." The slave trader was a little embarrassed.

Or you just give the money directly?

I'll ask Afulai for it, but if she doesn't want to give it to me, who should I ask?

He can't afford to offend either side.

"Why don't you arrange a vehicle to send these slaves to Fengfeng City? Do you want to disobey His Majesty Ron?" Reggie asked.

"Don't dare."

The slave traders hurried to get ready.

He had heard that this ruthless man had slaughtered hundreds of guards in the lord's mansion that morning with extremely cruel methods.

He didn't have the strength to fight against hundreds of guards, so he could only accept the loss.

Chapter 13 New Code

The autumn wind is whispering and the maple leaves are flying.

If there were no gray fog covering the sky, you would definitely be able to see the afterglow of the setting sun shining on the streets and alleys.

Gray Mist Territory, inside the Cold Wind City.

In the central square, the gray fog gradually dissipated, revealing the densely packed figures inside.

They were all forcibly captured here by the guards of the lord's palace. Most of them were refugees who fled here during the war, and the rest were poor people from the slums of various towns.

They crowded together, looking fearfully at the guards wearing iron armor and holding sharp blades surrounding them, not understanding why they were captured.

Outside the square, people kept gathering, curious about what was happening there.

"Miss Reggie, do you know why His Majesty Ron gathered these refugees together?"

Under the high platform built in the square, Afulai asked Reggie in confusion.

Ron gathered refugees and poor people, and recently brought back a group of slaves. It is really hard to guess what he is thinking.

Fearing Ron's ferocity, she could only seek help from Reggie.

She thought that since Reggie was with Ron, he should know something about the inside story.

"Lord Afulai, I'm just a mercenary. I don't know more about His Majesty Ron's thoughts than you do." Reggie said.

She also didn't understand Ron's intention.

Based on what she had seen so far, she could draw a conclusion: Ron wanted to publicly execute those who would affect the order of the Grey Mist Territory and were useless to the Grey Mist Territory.

The benefit of doing this is that it can reduce the burden on the Grey Mist Territory while also establishing its authority.

But the disadvantages of doing so are obviously greater than the advantages.

Executing these people without reason would only establish the reputation of a tyrant and attract external attacks more quickly. Even if he succeeded in defending the territory, it would still frighten the merchants and prevent them from doing business with the Grey Mist Territory.

This is fatal to the economic development of the Grey Mist Territory.

It is said that the new king of the Rah Kingdom is a mediocre monarch with no ability to govern the country. Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

Its behavior of only considering the surface and not the future will eventually lead to the destruction of the Rah Kingdom again.