“My daughter is Nika!” Nicole said, while also sizing up Ron. (＃｀д′)?
This is the great lord that my daughter often talks about. He really is quite young, even younger than my own little Nika.
She guessed that Ron was one thing, but Nicole had never seen Ron even once. After some things happened, she went to Sandy Territory for a few days, and coincidentally, there weren't enough houses for the commanders.
Nicole's house will actually be in the suburbs in the future, provided that Nicole is willing to move.
Ron delegated the task to his subordinates, and somehow ended up running into one of their superiors.
Ron replied after a moment's thought, "Your daughter is very capable, which has saved me a lot of trouble." <(￣︶￣)>
“That also requires a discerning lord…” Nicole replied with a charming smile.
"..."
The two sides talked for quite a while, exchanging words and responses.
From her conversation, Ron suddenly realized that Nicole was also a talented person, so he asked, "Would you like to be a manager?"
"No, I'm too old. It's your time now, young people's time."
"Sister, you're joking. You don't look old at all."
"No, you should call her Auntie."
Honestly, Ron really can't see where Nicole has aged.
Gradually, he sensed her power and realized she was a master-level expert in the spiritual realm. Fortunately, she showed no hostility, nor could she possibly have any.
So, Sandy now has another powerful mage in his territory.
He was secretly pleased, but there was no point in talking for too long, so Ron stood up and said, "Sister Nicole, we'll be leaving now. We'll talk again when we have time."
"Take care, my lord."
Respectfully seeing off the lord, the alluring former chieftain of the fox clan bowed and waited until Ron and Vivian left before rising.
"Young lord, you are indeed hiding your true abilities!"
Because of her special spiritual orientation as a great mage, Ni could roughly see that Ron's spiritual realm was about to break through to the ninth level.
By then, Ron will be able to barely control level 10 magic power. He is a promising young man, broad-minded, and good at recognizing and utilizing talent. He is a young fellow who will do great things in the future.
Ron had no idea that the high regard others held for him was simply due to his own small goals; he was far from accomplishing anything great!
If you don't mind the trouble, then trouble will begone.
\(＠＾0＾＠)\/
Such is the nature of human nature, yet the development of the world propels all living beings forward.
Nicole, inside the house, smiled and called over the wolf warrior outside, reminding him to be polite to outsiders. At the very least, they, as subspecies, should make a good impression, thereby enhancing the overall image of Sandy Territory.
My Lord, you are worthy of all your people's protection of the territory's image, just as I was proud of my academy back then, and when I went out into the world, I was proud of my Sandy Territory origins.
It happens without our awareness, but the wise consider it from all angles.
Even though they were the Empress's clan back then, the Fox Clan never reached the position of Prime Minister of the Territory or Imperial Strategist. Their ideas were often difficult to implement. Among the human nobles, perhaps only Ron could feel at ease using anyone.
With the legendary talent of Will, the choice of personnel is quite flexible...
Through special practices and special laws, a unique noble territory was gradually developed.
After leaving Nicole's house, Ron wandered around and came to the dwarves' dwelling.
Wait a minute! →_→
Time has passed, and it's already noon. According to his eight-hour work schedule, noon is currently an hour away, which should be his rest time.
Ron understood one hour to correspond to approximately two large hourglasses here.
In the forging area inhabited by dwarves, the sound of hammering metal was incessant.
Once inside, you'll find that the residential houses are a bit shorter, a design feature created specifically for each ethnic group.
Every so often, there would be a medium or large forging place, which could be called a blacksmith shop.
At midday in the sweltering heat, there was no rest. Before even reaching the blacksmith's shop, Ron had already had his sweat wiped away by Vivian several times.
Fine beads of sweat constantly formed on his forehead.
Think about it, adding a little risk of exposure is fine too, water magic, Water Dew!
After the magic circle above their left hands, the temperature around Ron and Vivian finally dropped a little.
However, Vivian still used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Ron's forehead.
After resting for a while and feeling less hot, Ron led Vivian toward the blacksmith's shop.
There weren't many pedestrians on the road; dwarves and humans strolled by in twos and threes.
Pushing open the shop door and stepping inside, the heat intensified.
But then they saw male dwarves wielding large hammers, forging weapons with each blow.
The humans entered, and the dwarves here wore simple, honest smiles, because they knew that there were still many good people in Sandy Territory.
Otherwise, whether Ron can even get in is another matter!
A sidewalk, two rows of forging furnaces, ten furnaces in each row, and the houses here are actually built a bit taller...
Two rows of dwarves swung their hammers together, positioned in the middle of the sidewalk, and Ron inexplicably felt a sense of oppression.
The racial talents of dwarves are still warrior-oriented. The talents of different races are relatively even. Generally, adult dwarves have amazing arm strength, as if each of them were born with superhuman strength.
Even if they don't meet the standard of being born with superhuman strength, they are all incredibly strong.
Even standing a little further away in the middle, Ron and Vivian still felt a gust of wind from the hammer.
The whistling sound brought with it a hot wind.
Ron wanted to ask someone, because he really should rest better at noon.
Looking towards the end of the long shop, there was a dwarf elder shouting, "Crow, didn't you drink today? You have no strength at all."
"Crom, you little brat, watch your step, don't break it. How can you hit it with that much force? Are you trying to break it?"
"..."
Ron sensed this man was a forging master, so he stepped forward, finding a moment when someone else had finished their drink...
A sweltering blacksmith's shop, a long-bearded, dwarf old man, a beer jug beside him… []~(￣▽￣)~*
"Master, why don't you let your clansmen rest? I heard that the lord's working hours haven't started yet."
"Human...who are you?"
The elder dwarf looked over in confusion.
"This ordinary magician just wants to ask!"
"Hey you, mind your own business! Don't delay these brats' forging!"
"..."
Ron was indeed propelled quite far by the elder dwarf's loud voice.
He looked helpless, took off his magic hat, and his voice changed. It was still a boy's voice, but his tone carried a hint of authority.
“I am Lord Ron Lance. I set your working hours. Why aren’t the dwarves following the rules?”
Glug...
The elder dwarf choked on his drink and took a step back.
Ron tried to help him up, but the elder dwarf steadied himself before he could move.
At this point, the other dwarves started to jeer.
"Lord?"
"The young lord of the human race has arrived?"
"It really is..."
"..."
It turns out that the dwarven boys are quite similar in temperament to the human boys, though there are still some differences. They were talking about Ron, but they didn't put down their hammers. Some even ignored Ron and were vaguely forging the weapons in front of them...
There were relatively more persistent and serious individuals, according to Ron's sidelong glance.
The dwarf elder finally realized his earlier rudeness; this man truly was a lord!
The elderly man seemed unusually embarrassed.
"To be honest, my lord, we're just idling around anyway, so why not forge more weapons and armor? Wouldn't that earn us more magic crystals? You've been so good to us dwarves, my lord, we can't be stingy with our efforts!"
Is that so?
At first, they were naturally kind to Ron, but what Ron wanted was enough master blacksmiths so that the dwarf youths could have the leisure time to properly study and improve!
With seven days off and two days on the go, there are still two days left for rest or research. Ron wanted to find an excuse to give them a day off, but they really are known for working around the clock. However, they were just harmed by those unscrupulous multinational merchants back then.
His people should naturally have their own pursuits and self-improvement.
Are you free? You just lack enough motivation.
Ron suddenly laughed, "...\\\\ ( ＞ ＜ ) \/ : "You've brought quite a few dwarf masters to my lord's manor tonight, and there are some good things as rewards for the individual dwarves!"
The wine has been available for a while, and we now have several initial samples of purified wine, which is perfect for them to try, to soothe their throats, no, it should be said to give them a good kick.
Because of the initial purification process, the taste of the wine was far inferior, but the dwarves have different tastes in wine, so perhaps it could be produced earlier.
Blending wine is a long-term process; you can update it step by step.
The dwarf elder saw Ron off with a puzzled expression.
After Ron left, a dwarf boy stepped forward and asked, "Fifth Elder, shall we continue to make weapons?"
"Of course we'll make it! Tonight I'll go see what goodies the lord has prepared for us this time... It's still so good to be in Sandy Territory! That newly appointed, unscrupulous dwarf king, next time I see him, I..."
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