Who taught him to restore the country like this?

Ten minutes later, all the weapons and armor of the Gray Mist Territory guards were piled under the platform.

"I will melt down these weapons and armor that threaten your human rights, cast iron pots for hot food and hoes for production, and distribute them to every citizen." Ron said loudly.

There was a brief silence in the square.

"Long live your Majesty!"

I don't know who shouted this first.

The square suddenly became lively.

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

The shouts swept across the entire square like a surging tide, with the waves getting louder and louder.

Including the former slaves who have not left the platform.

They looked at Ron with eyes full of awe and gratitude.

[Name: Ron Rhinet]

[Race: Human Race]

【Age: 17】

[Level: LV.24]

[Faction: Kingdom of Rah (King)]

[Territory: Gray Mist Territory]

[Reputation: None (30/h↑)]

Experience: 5040 (530/h↑)

The reputation that had been silent for a long time finally completed the transformation from nothing to 30 at this moment.

30% profit is not much, but it is a good start.

Now these people are just tempted by the benefits and are initially loyal to him. After a couple of days, when these people have experienced the benefits he brings, their faith in him will at least increase further.

"What do you think?" Ron looked at Afulai and asked with a smile.

"I think it's great." Afraid lowered her head and gritted her teeth.

You'd better sleep with one eye open tonight.

"Then I'll leave these three matters entirely to you. I hope you won't let me down."

Ron walked down the platform, passed in front of Avrai, got in the carriage and left.

"Lord Afulai, do we really have to do what he says?" the captain of the guards stepped forward and asked.

"Is there any other way?"

Afraid snorted and left angrily.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the past, the square in Lingfeng City seems much quieter today.

Rows of boilers were set up in the square, raising wisps of mist. Civilians who were still worried about having enough to eat yesterday lined up in an orderly manner to receive food.

A piece of relatively soft bread and a bowl of delicious hot soup.

For them who have been eating wild grass and tree bark all year round, this is a delicacy.

But Ron was not satisfied.

With such a small amount, why send the dog away?

After a round of inspection, he immediately ordered Afulai to improve the standard of food and ensure that there were at least two pieces of bread and a slice of bacon for each meal.

Afulai, who was very careful about controlling costs, almost lost control of her emotions when she heard this indicator.

Some nobles may not even eat good enough for every meal, and you expect a group of commoners to eat like this?

Even though Gray Mist Lord is a wealthy and powerful family, he can't afford to do this.

She really wanted to point out to Ron as a subordinate that what he did was wrong, but yesterday's defection made her afraid to say anything more and she could only do as she was told.

After breakfast, Ron took these homeless refugees and more than a dozen carpenters to the suburbs west of the city and began to assign work.

He wanted the refugees to build their own houses.

Salaries will be paid as usual.

Anyway, you don’t have to pay for it yourself.

After arranging work for these people and assigning them a relatively simple schedule, it was already noon.

Ron asked Reggie to stay here and continue to supervise the work, while he himself prepared to return to the city to get tools for cultivating the fields and arrange work for the local civilians in the Grey Mist Territory.

"Your Majesty Ron."

Just as I climbed onto the carriage, I heard a faint voice calling from behind.

If Ron hadn't sensed someone approaching, he would have thought he had misheard.

He turned and looked.

I saw an orc girl with big furry ears on her head standing nervously next to the carriage.

Is it the fox tribe?

Ron used the second-level skill he had just exchanged for 300 reputation points this morning: [Identification].

[Name: Renee]

[Race: Silver Moon Wolf Clan]

【Age: 9】

[Level: LV.13]

[Faction: Silver Moon Wolf Clan (Civilians)]

[Growth Talents: Body (C), Strength (B), Essence (D), Speed ​​(A), Life (D)]

It turned out to be the wolf tribe...

Ron remembered that she was among the slaves freed the previous night.

They caught them so young, what a bunch of perverts.

Chapter 15 Is it so fast?

"Is there a problem?"

Ron got off the carriage and looked at the orc girl who was not even half his waist tall and asked softly.

"Yes... please..." The orc girl lowered her head and stared at the ground. She looked so nervous that she spoke hesitantly.

After a while, he finally uttered a complete sentence: "Please save my friend."

His dirty hands were clenched tightly in front of his stomach, as if he had used all his strength to say this.

Although he was very scared, he still stood up for his friend.

That's really courageous.

"Where are your friends?" Ron reached out and rubbed the cute little guy's head.

Feeling the touch on her head, Renee's body visibly tensed up, thinking she was going to be beaten again.

She stiffened her body and waited for a long time, and found that the big hand above her head was just caressing her simply, and gradually, she felt relieved.

"I don't know," she replied, shaking her head. "We were captured together. They should be here too."

Ron understood this.

The slaves he freed last night were only a small part; there were still many slaves in the hands of slave traders in other towns in the Grey Mist Territory.

The little guy's friends may be in the hands of those slave traders.

"What's your friend's name?" he asked.

"Noel, Bella," Renee said two names immediately: "They have the same ears as me."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it."

It was just a matter of convenience, so Ron agreed.

Even without Renee's request, he would have liberated all the slaves in the Gray Mist Territory today.

Upon hearing this, Renee looked up in surprise and thanked him, "Thank you. I will definitely repay you."

Looking at the little guy's serious expression, Ron asked with a smile, "How are you going to repay me?"

"me……"

Ron is a noble lord.

I am a slave, I have neither strength nor talent.

She couldn't think of anything she could do for Ron.

After thinking for a long time, I managed to say unconfidently: "I will work hard."

"That would be great, I'm looking forward to it."

Ron rubbed the little guy's head for the last time, got into the carriage and left with a smile.

Renee stared blankly at the carriage going away.

Before she mustered up the courage to approach Ron, she had already prepared herself to be scolded and beaten.

But Ron's big palm was so warm, and his voice was so gentle...

It's too easy and it feels unreal.

"What are you doing here?"