Who taught him to restore the country like this?

She could already see Ron's miserable end.

She had no intention of persuading Ron about this.

This man is a man of his word. Even if she tried to persuade him, he wouldn't listen.

Talking too much or saying the wrong thing can bring about fatal disaster.

It would be better to remain silent, do your job as a mercenary, and stay away from Ron immediately after the mission is completed.

Time passed slowly and night fell silently.

Torches were lit in the square.

Finally, a luxurious carriage slowly drove into the square.

"Your Majesty Ron."

Avrai and Reggie came forward to greet them.

"Thank you for keeping you waiting for so long." Ron got off the carriage in a purple tuxedo.

"It's my pleasure."

The two said in unison.

After being left here for two or three hours, they were actually full of resentment.

"Then let's get started."

Ron walked between the two of them and onto the platform.

The square, which was originally a little noisy, suddenly became quiet.

"Good evening, everyone."

He looked at the nervous crowd in the center of the square and slowly said, "I'm sure some of you don't know me. Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Ron Rhinet, the new lord of Gray Mist Territory and king of the Kingdom of Rah."

After Ron introduced himself, the crowd below immediately knelt down and sang his name.

If the reputation gain hadn't been still 0, Ron would have believed it.

He had no anger at being deceived.

Under the oppression of the aristocratic system, the lower-class people have little human rights and dignity.

In order to survive, kneeling down and surrendering is the most normal thing to do.

"Everyone stand up."

The kneeling crowd buried their heads deep in the ground, not daring to stand up.

"You don't have to do this. I'm not a cruel and bloodthirsty tyrant. As long as they don't harbor hostility towards me and haven't betrayed me, I won't take their lives lightly."

Ron tried to save his image.

When he mentioned the word betrayal, his gaze lingered on Afulai for a moment.

Afraid felt the icy gaze and immediately lowered her head in sweat.

She was sure Ron had discovered her escape.

Ron accepted her submission and did not deprive her of her freedom, but she chose to escape, which was already a betrayal.

Ron ignored Avrai's reaction and continued, "I'm not a monster. On the contrary, I've always been very generous. I can tolerate your small mistakes, your criticisms, and your hypocrisy. As long as it doesn't touch upon my principles, I can tolerate many things."

"Isn't that right, Miss Afree?" Ron looked at Afree with a smile.

"Yes... yes, His Majesty Ron is a benevolent king." Afulai said stiffly.

She felt as uneasy as the refugees below, fearing that Ron would suddenly change his attitude in the next sentence.

Fortunately, the kindness on Ron's face never disappeared.

After everyone stood up, Ron spoke again: "I'm sure you must be curious about why I gathered you here."

"My purpose is simple," Ron, who had become the focus of everyone's attention, chuckled softly and said slowly, "Gray Mist Territory now belongs to the Kingdom of Rah. The laws of the Emerald Kingdom are naturally invalidated. I will formulate a new code here, and you will be witnesses."

Let a group of lowly civilians who are least protected by the code witness the birth of the code.

What kind of bad joke?

"This is not a joke. You will not only be witnesses to the birth of the code, but also participants." Ron's voice became high-pitched.

Everyone was silent.

As long as you are happy.

It is nothing more than another code of law formulated to protect the rights and interests of the nobility.

“Before the code is published, I will do three things to prove that the new code is not a joke.”

"First things first," Ron raised his hand and pointed a finger, "Let's celebrate as a nation! Starting tomorrow morning, I'll take out the grain stored in the warehouse and distribute it for free for a week. Every citizen can come here every morning and evening to get breakfast and dinner."

"In addition, each person will receive a set of winter clothing and a well-paid job."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the square looked excited and showed a look of longing.

It is extremely difficult for refugees and poor people to have enough food and clothing in times of war.

But soon, they suddenly realized that they were not citizens of the Gray Mist Territory, and no matter how good the welfare was, it had nothing to do with them.

The light that had just risen in his eyes dimmed again.

"The second thing I want to do is grant amnesty to the world."

Ron took in all their reactions and announced, "To celebrate the rebirth of the Kingdom of Lach, I will pardon all the guilty, grant citizenship to everyone willing to stay in the Grey Mist Territory, and liberate and restore the citizenship of all slaves!"

After saying that, Ron clapped his hands lightly.

Behind the platform, more than a hundred slaves wearing collars walked onto the platform one after another.

Chapter 14: Melting Armor Blades, Casting Pots and Hoes

"Keep your head up."

Ron spoke softly.

The slaves were uneasy and slowly raised their heads.

They all heard what Ron had just said above.

They instinctively felt that this was not true. After all, there were so many of them. If they were all released, how much money would the noble lord lose?

There is no shortage of kind noble lords in this world. After a lucky slave is bought, the noble lord will reward him with a servant's job and let him live for a long time.

In the end, they can even be given freedom.

Ron, on the other hand, did not exploit the value of slaves but directly returned them to freedom - this was something they would not even dare to dream of.

This kind of thing must be a lie!

They kept reminding themselves in their hearts.

But when they looked at Ron, there was a glimmer of hope that they themselves were not aware of.

"What's your name?"

Ron asked as he walked up to one of the slaves.

"Pike." The slave being questioned answered respectfully.

"Pike," Ron said, holding a stack of slave contracts in his hand. He rummaged through them, pulled out a contract, and placed it in Pieck's hand. "Congratulations, you're free."

Pique stared at the contract in his hand in a daze. Before he could react, the contract spontaneously combusted with a bang and soon turned into a pile of ashes that dissipated in the wind.

"Crack!"

The first collar fell off, and the crisp and pleasant sound of metal falling to the ground echoed in the square.

Pique was still stunned where he was, seemingly not yet reacting to this sudden freedom.

"What's your name?"

"Jill."

"Jill, you're free."

The second slave contract burned.

The second collar fell to the ground.

Then came the third, fourth, and fifth...

Ron's movements were clean and efficient, without any hesitation.

In less than three minutes, a groundbreaking feat was accomplished.

His determination was certainly conveyed.

He used practical actions to tell these people that what he promised was true.

"The third thing I want to do is to allocate resources fairly."

Ron returned to the front of the platform and continued, "In order to better promote the development of Grey Mist Territory, I have decided to reform production so that every citizen has the opportunity to participate in production and achieve self-sufficiency."

"This reform will inevitably be difficult. To prevent those with ill intentions from monopolizing production, I will ensure fair allocation of resources and equality for all."

"From now on, not only the children of nobles and merchants will be able to go to school, but also the children of commoners. Everyone will have the right to obtain tools and knowledge. These will become your weapons to protect yourself!"

Ron's voice was strong.

The civilians in and outside the square couldn't help but feel their hearts beating faster.

"Miss Avrai, have your guards remove their armor and weapons and place them here."

Ron looked at Afulai, who had a grim expression on her face.

"Yes, Your Majesty Ron."

Everything Ron did was to suck her blood, the blood of the Gray Mist Territory.

Be generous to others and relieve others' pockets.

Now the vampire didn't know what to do.

Although Afulai was very angry, she did not dare to disobey Ron's orders.