Who taught him to restore the country like this?

But it’s not my fault.

I just wanted to survive, what did I do wrong?

If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being selfish.

Ron secretly complained in his heart, but on the surface he still greeted politely: "I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon, Saint Lady."

"Yes, that day His Majesty Ron left and never came back, and I never thought that we would meet again." Celtia said.

Listening to Celia's somewhat sarcastic words, Ron said helplessly, "Although I didn't come back, I have done what I promised you, right?"

Keltia was silent.

He agreed with Ron's statement.

Seeing that the relationship had eased somewhat, Ron asked, "Why did the Saint Lady come to Gray Mist Territory?"

"I have to ask you this." Celia looked into Ron's eyes.

"ask me?"

"The God of Light conveyed an oracle to the Glorious Church, saying that you have restored your country in the Gray Mist Territory. Bishop Kevin asked me to come and take a look." Celtia said.

It turned out to be the case.

Ron suddenly realized.

So that's how the news of his restoration of the country in the Grey Mist Territory spread.

Wait, that's not right.

The oracle in the original work does not convey any other information except the participants of the War of the Kingdom of God.

Why are you so active here?

God of Light, I advise you to mind your own business.

Ron was furious.

But this is not what makes him most angry right now.

What makes him most angry now is this loser Keltija.

You can just look, why do you have to break my barrier?

answer me!

"How did you do that?" Celtia asked, looking at Ron's neck.

"what?"

"Slavery shackles, why don't you have slavery shackles on you?" Celtia couldn't understand this.

The capital of the Rah Kingdom is still controlled by the Emerald Kingdom. How did Ron manage to avoid being locked in the shackles of slavery?

"Want to know?"

Ron made a mysterious gesture and gave Celia a white sign.

Celia hesitantly moved closer to Ron.

Ron put his hand in front of his mouth, leaned close to Celtia's ear, and said in a low voice, "I'm not her biological child."

"?"

Celia looked at Ron, who had a serious expression, speechlessly.

Have you forgotten that your country was destroyed as a king, not as a prince? What does this have to do with whether you are a biological child or not?

Looking at Ron who was pretending to be stupid, she knew it was impossible to get anything out of him.

She can only uncover the truth through her own observations.

Taking her eyes off Ron, Celia walked towards the depths of the Gray Mist Territory.

"Hey, wait, you've already seen what you need to see, why are you still going inside?"

Ron made it clear that he did not welcome Celia to his territory.

Keltia ignored it.

"You are no longer a saint. Following up and recording the battle situation is no longer your job. You don't need to..."

No matter what Ron said, no matter how provocative his words were, Celia acted as if she didn't hear him and just walked forward.

……

On a carriage heading from Lingfeng City to its subordinate towns.

"Your Majesty Ron, who is this?"

Avrai looked at the black-robed man sitting next to Ron in confusion.

"Just here to watch the fun." Ron leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and responded casually.

After entering the Cold Wind City, Keltija has been following him.

Ron couldn't do anything about her, so he just let her follow and see his great deeds.

The incident is over, and the work of construction and development must continue.

More than twenty minutes later, the carriage drove into the first small town. After distributing tools for cultivating the fields to the townspeople, Ron came to the Slave Chamber of Commerce.

When the slave trader saw Ron coming, he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

Without Ron's instructions, he brought out all the slaves.

Now everyone in the Grey Mist Territory knew the three things Ron said last night.

If Ron wanted to free the slaves, he would definitely come to buy the slaves in their hands.

Ron glanced at the group of slaves and confirmed that there were no temporary slaves pretending to be slaves, then nodded to Afulai.

Afulai handed over the money with a bad look on her face, fulfilling Ron's request for her to accompany him.

After having the slaves sent to Lingfeng City, Ron headed to the next town.

Distribute tools and buy slaves.

Then to the next town.

This cycle continues until evening.

Afulai, who was acting as a card swipe machine, had become numb.

Nothing could make her mood fluctuate now.

Return to Cold Wind City.

In the square, people who have finished a day's work are queuing up to get their dinner.

After receiving two pieces of soft bread, everyone's face was filled with happy smiles, and they looked forward to tomorrow.

The happy scene seems like living in a peaceful era.

Celia followed Ron to the square and was dazed when she saw this scene.

Being in the vortex of war, this scene is too abstract.

Chapter 17 Madman

When she was supervising the war against the Kingdom of God as the Holy Maiden of the Glorious Church, she had seen too many towns being breached and civilians living in dire straits.

This was the first time she had seen the scene in the square of Cold Wind City in the Gray Mist Territory.

"Your Majesty Ron."

"Your Majesty Ron."

Wherever Ron passed, the civilians bowed respectfully.

If it were any other town that had been conquered by the enemy, the people would have already fled and hidden themselves in their homes. How could they dare to wander around the streets or squares?

You want to ask why?

Celia thought about it seriously and concluded that Ron's character of doing what he said was recognized by these civilians.

The three things Ron wanted to do were not difficult, and other lords could do them if they wanted to.

But who would do such a thing?

Who would be willing to do such a meaningless thing?

What's the point of spending a lot of money to gain recognition from these civilians?

The benefits and efforts are completely out of proportion.

Rather than gaining recognition from these common people, they would rather spend a lot of money to gain recognition from the military and upper-class nobles.

Although it sounds cruel, Celia believes that this is the right thing for a leader of a country to do.

Ron's behavior was, to put it nicely, refreshing.

To put it bluntly, he is mentally retarded or crazy.

Especially melting all the weapons and armor is simply courting death.

Celia stared at Ron, who responded to the crowd with a smile on his face, as if she wanted to see through what was going on in Ron's mind.

Ron noticed the look in Celtia's eyes and chuckled, "Why are you looking at me so affectionately?"

Celia was silent for a moment, then asked, "Are you planning to incorporate these people into the Royal Guards?"

Ron shook his head: "Grey Mist Territory cannot be defended, so I don't plan to form an army."

Keltia frowned. "If you know you can't defend it, why are you so hasty in restoring the country?"

Ron is not controlled by the shackles of slavery. He could have hidden somewhere else and spent the rest of his life in peace, but he ran out to seek death.

"It's a rare opportunity. If you don't make it up, you won't have another chance to make it up again."

Ron stretched out his hand, and the gray mist gathered and quickly condensed into the shapes of a cat, a dog, and a cow in front of him.

"Mad!" Celia cursed in a low voice, her eyes full of unreasonableness.

Ron accepted her compliment gladly: "You're the first one to say that to me, but you won't be the last."