As Ron entered the city, he was somewhat surprised that Elder Chris had not yet returned.
"Elder Chris, are you here as a guest? Welcome, welcome..."
Chris replied expressionlessly, "I am a member of the elven delegation, and more elves will be coming later. Lord Sandy, you should consider how to arrange for this old woman!"
"Really? That's wonderful! I, the lord, will certainly make proper arrangements!"
Ron beamed with joy. His trip to the Elven Forest had been worthwhile! He had attracted a legendary elven tribe, and it was a cooperative mission at that.
Therefore, it would be very beneficial to have Elder Chris give some pointers on important development projects.
In high spirits, Ron led the group into Sandy City.
Jeff had already led Xiaolong to a designated place.
As the group entered the city, they found it had undergone another major transformation in the past few months, with a large influx of people.
Walking on the streets of his own city, no one recognized Ron in a short time, which shows that a considerable number of people were from outside the city.
However, Ron had been out frequently for several months, and even though he hadn't gone far, some of his subjects still recognized his return.
"My lord!"
"Greetings, my lord!"
"..."
"It's all good, it's all good. Your fruit is delicious, I'll have some this time too."
"Here you are, my lord."
"..."
"No, how can I accept the lord's magic crystals?"
Facing the middle-aged woman before him, Ron smiled and said, "Take it! This is the lord's order!" He knew it wasn't easy for others to do business.
Finally, the low-level magic crystals left behind by Ron's storage ring have come in handy.
Making the best use of resources puts me in a good mood.
“That’s Sandy’s little lord…”
"No, watch your words, Dual Pope. Do you intend to disrespect the Pope?"
"..."
In different places and among different groups of people, the terms "Pope" and "Coppa" are used interchangeably, but they mean the same thing.
Thanks to his elemental power, Ron had sharp hearing and eyesight, and he could hear the conversations of many outsiders around him.
Just ignore it. For him, there's no such thing as respecting others, as long as it's not excessive.
Those who knew Ron's personality well were just like him.
However, Fanny was different.
The telepathic messages from the spiritual realm carried the style befitting the demon race.
"Master, he... and that other person were disrespectful to you. Should we teach them a lesson...?"
"What lesson? Don't forget, Fanny, you have a contract that forbids you from harming humans at will. I don't care about that."
"With the master's permission, I won't do it casually."
"Okay, I don't agree with you hurting people."
Talking about it won't work anymore; the Abyss's rules of conduct are too deeply ingrained in Fanny's mind.
Taking her back to the territory is fine; it will allow Fanny to adapt to life in the human world and also give her some sense of belonging to Sandy Territory, so she can do her best on missions when she goes out.
Ron remained calm and walked slowly. Several months later, the outsiders had different expressions, but most of them were silently observing the young lord Ron.
At least for now, Ron isn't that famous, so let's ignore him for now.
The local people they encountered were quite enthusiastic, responding to each one. There was even a bold local who wanted his son to work in the lord's manor.
Thankfully, she wasn't going to become a maid in the manor. Ron told her to go find Wright, who would help with the assessment.
"Thank you, Lord."
"No need."
"..."
During this time, Elder Chris kept a close eye on Ron's actions, knowing that future collaborators would need to know the specifics of Lord Sandy and his people.
He was loved and respected by the people and attracted the attention of others.
The little guy is still the same.
He silently followed them until they entered the lord's mansion.
After entering the lord's manor's protective magic circle, Chris once again faintly sensed the presence of her kind.
Swordsman's Legend!
Ron didn't rest immediately, but turned around and said, "Elder Chris, would you like to come with me to see Instructor Will?"
"lead the way!"
Before leading the way, Ron turned to Vivian and said, "Tell my parents that I'm back. I'll tell them later that their son has done a great job this time."
Vivian smiled sweetly: "Yes, young master!"
Vivian left for the time being, and Uncle Arno also took his leave and went back to rest.
With the mentor present inside the mansion, Uncle Arno's job was indeed no longer needed.
Seeing that Uncle Arno was about to leave, Ron said, "Arno, I'll grant you a long leave. Go back and see your family! I won't be leaving for several months, and I'll need your help again in six months!"
"Yes, sir!"
When Ah-no turned around, a hint of joy appeared on his face.
Who doesn't have family? But the great swordsman, Ah Nuo, because of his extraordinary realm, lives a long life and often faces his grandchildren.
Going back once, to see if any geniuses have emerged among the clansmen, would always be good.
Rita, without realizing it, had followed Ron until they reached the courtyard of Instructor Will. At this moment, only Ron and Chris went inside.
Legendary figures generally don't treat divine beings well, and Rita was no exception, never entering her mentor's courtyard.
“Disciple Ron Lance has come to pay respects to his master.”
An old man's voice echoed in my mind.
Unlike Fanny's spiritual voice, this kind of sound transmission technique seems to be meant to enter the soul.
A certain mood or atmosphere!
Could it be that Instructor Will has already glimpsed the realm of demigods?
A legend over three thousand years old, his disciple is quite promising and content; a demigod, or perhaps...
Even Elder Chris the Elf received different messages.
Both sides were simply multitasking.
There are precedents of highly skilled swordsmen passing through a hail of arrows amidst a vast army.
In a magical and extraordinary world, this is all too common.
Ron sensed that Elder Chris's expression had become even more serious.
It seems...
Leaving aside his speculations, after paying their respects to Instructor Will, accompanied by Elder Chris, Ron asked directly, "Instructor, have you made any breakthroughs recently?"
"A small achievement, nothing to mention. But Ron, young man, do you have some important business with your elven guest?"
"It's not important, but I came here to tell you that the Elven race has emerged, and Elder Chris is an Elven elder who has been stationed in my Sandy territory for a long time!"
Mentor Will was sitting cross-legged in meditation when he heard this, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
Upon opening his eyes, he looked at his disciple Ron with some confusion, unsure of what to say.
"It was you who did it!"
"It's partly because of my disciples."
"very good."
"Elder Chris, I'll be troubling you to look after my junior disciple these days."
Ron sensed something was off.
"Does that mean you're leaving for a while, Professor?"
“Smart. While I’m away, you can’t fall behind in your studies. When you come back, your tutor will test you. Lately, your progress has been a bit slow.”
Ron makes a self-deprecating joke.
He even felt his skills had improved too quickly and he didn't want to hide them!
However, why does the supervisor need to go out?
Elder Chris, standing to the side, respectfully replied, "I will obey the orders of the human race's powerful leader. I wish the human race's powerful leader a speedy ascension to the path of divinity."
A demigod is one who has entered the path of divinity. A master is already extraordinary, a legend like the terrestrial demigods of the past. And a demigod... is the beginning of the path of divinity.
Upon hearing Elder Chris's words, Ron smiled and said, "Master, you can rest assured, I'm behaving myself!"
"Really? You've provoked a dual-elemental pope, causing the elves to be born. You brat, behave yourself?"
Well……
Ron chuckled awkwardly, trying to smooth things over. (づ￣3￣)づ
It turns out that in his mentor's eyes, he was anything but honest! This image is truly something else, always so different from his initial self-image.
"Come back, Ron, you need to start your attempt to break through to the Master level!"
"No! Professor, please give me more time?"
"It's all over," Ron thought, as if he could already see the dark days of being disciplined in the future.
The mentor is trying to force the seedlings to grow too quickly.
"Time is running out, disciple. You must live up to expectations. Alright, let's part ways for now!"
"Master, so fast? Your disciple has just returned?"
Before he could finish speaking, Ron was caught off guard and tapped on the head by the elder. In pain, he turned around and looked back, but the old legend was nowhere to be seen.
Finally, when they came out together with Elder Chris, Ron asked, "Why? Why is the mentor in such a hurry?"
"Little one, do you think it's so easy to enter the Shinto path?"
"This is a rare opportunity, and only one or two people can become gods in hundreds or thousands of years..."
"I trust my mentor."
"I hope so. I don't want to keep protecting you, a mere human boy."
"What's wrong? I think I'm still quite likable."
Yuna vividly remembers how Ron looked when they first met.
"Are you really that likable? Why does my disciple Sheila keep asking me to teach you a lesson?"
"Elder, I will arrange your accommodations myself first."
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