Sandy County, a viscount's mansion that was only completed a few years ago.
Ron entered the lord's study, where he found the desk piled high with documents, stacks upon stacks, each a meter thick.
Does my father usually handle this much official business?
While Ron was asking questions, Borg remained oblivious, still preoccupied with the development of his territory.
The haggard-looking man looked up…
"Little Ron! You're back."
"You're back, Father, but what about your hair?"
"He's gotten a bit paler, but it's nothing to worry about. Little Ron just got back, so go downstairs and wait for him. I'll have someone prepare a meal."
In the Oran Continent, it is customary for family and relatives returning from afar to first enjoy a delicious meal.
Seeing his father's haggard face, Ron hesitated to speak, but ultimately obeyed and went downstairs first.
Borg dismissed Ron and went about handling matters in his territory.
With the population of the new viscountry constantly increasing, and matters such as the newly discovered magic crystal mine, everything, big or small, is currently being handled by Father…
These days, Borg has had very little time to practice his swordplay.
Ron had just left the school when his mother, Tina, arrived.
The noblewoman arrived gracefully, followed by a maid. When I saw my mother again some time later, I felt that my mother's appearance and complexion had improved even more.
But Father...
The polarization is real!
Tina approached Ron with a displeased tone: "Little Ron, you've finally decided to come back."
“Isn’t this Mother’s instruction? Ron will certainly obey.”
"Don't give me any pleasantries in front of your mother. Give me a straight answer: when are you going to take over the position of lord?"
"Father..."
“He wouldn’t dare. Now that you’re back, your father is bound to rush to break through to the Great Swordsman level. If this continues, I’m afraid… your father will overdraw his potential as a swordsman!”
Ron had a hundred thoughts in his mind, but he could only say, "Alright, as long as Father agrees, we'll get on it as soon as possible."
"It's good that little Ron agreed! Come on, come with your mother. The good food has been prepared. Your mother is not like your father, who only has land."
"Great, I'm really hungry, I'll be waiting."
After the meal, Ron asked his mother about his father, Borg.
Back then, a down-on-his-luck country baron had to worry about whether he could pay the kingdom's taxes the following year...
Since Ron partnered with the Tulip Merchant Guild, he no longer has to worry about taxes, but the Baron's status remains unchanged.
Then, he was suddenly and inexplicably promoted to viscount.
He suddenly became a viscount, and his territory expanded several times over. On that day and in the days that followed, his father lived as if in a dream.
Fearing it might be fake, and subsequently involved in various construction projects, he personally oversaw every single one. To this day, Borg's footprints can be found in almost every part of Sandy Territory.
Between paperwork, official duties, and the discovery of magic crystal mines and magic plant gardens, etc., for many days in a row, Borg, in his excitement, began to have gray hairs.
He had pushed himself too hard, and by the time Ron returned, his father's hair had turned increasingly white.
After a long while, Ron finally accepted the fact that, at least, his father had not passed the imperial examination like someone in his previous life.
He was too diligent; if he had just taken over the position of lord earlier, everything would have been resolved.
That evening, my mother discussed it with my father.
The great magician, henpecked and whose father had already agreed, sighed deeply before falling into a sweet sleep in his wife's arms.
The next day, Borg opened his eyes and saw his wife's increasingly beautiful face, and suddenly felt that he was no longer good enough for her.
It might be my imagination, or perhaps it really is time to let go...
Early morning, in the reception hall.
Borg and Tina sat upright on it.
"Ron Lance, would you be willing to accept the title of Viscount and become the Lord of Sandy Territory, to protect..."
The lengthy declaration of noble succession wasn't all; once the royal palace issued its approval, various succession ceremonies would follow in Sandy Territory.
Ron was prepared: "Ron Lance is willing."
"Hmm, very good. The territory is now in your hands. By the time news arrives from the capital, little Ron will be fourteen years old, just in time."
According to ancient customs, children could go to war at the age of fifteen, and even at the age of fourteen, they could inherit titles.
If a nobleman is killed in battle and only one member remains, that is, a seven or eight-year-old child, he can still become a hereditary nobleman.
We must not dishearten the aristocratic class.
The practices of a magical world where individual strength is extraordinary.
That day, the messenger set off, and news spread that Lingdi was about to change its lord.
People took it in stride, because Ron was going to inherit it sooner or later; the natives had long anticipated this day.
On that day, a little boy was running along a village-like path, carrying a heavy load...
The villagers from that time have become the townspeople of today, and the town is still expanding into a city, all thanks to Ron.
Viscount, blueprints, magic crystal resources, etc.
But what will the young lord do when he first becomes lord?
The newly relocated residents of Sandy Territory are clearly paying much more attention than the original inhabitants.
"What? A boy who's almost fourteen years old, is that alright?"
"Lord Borg doesn't think things through enough!"
"What do you know? The little lord is a genius. Do you know about the magic potion feast? The little lord participated in the Continental Academy Exchange Tournament. I wonder how the result was?"
News of the intercollegiate exchange competition between mainland universities has not yet spread completely, because the results of the competition are thousands of miles away...
Little Dragon is fast... Ron has already arrived in his hometown, and his father is doing very well.
The blueprints are well-designed, the houses are neatly arranged, and the roads are wide enough to be dozens of meters long. The design was intended to rival a kingdom-level or even an imperial-level metropolis.
Wearing a magic hat, be careful; the people of the territory have not yet discovered Lord Ron's identity.
People on the street would occasionally make comments about Ron:
"Did you know? The flying dragon outside the town belongs to the young lord. The young lord is definitely very powerful."
"That day, someone did see the young lord come down from there. He wasn't bringing someone back; the dragon belongs to the lord. The lord is quite capable..."
Those who discussed the matter mostly spoke favorably of Ron, highlighting the strengths he possessed, both in terms of hard and soft power.
Several months later, Ron celebrated his fourteenth birthday.
He's fourteen, the lord of the viscountry!
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