Nika was overjoyed to hear that Ron was willing to accept their fox clan.
Ron then asked, "Tell me what your people are good at?"
"..."
Conversation in the inn's private room: Ron was amazed by the fox clan's literacy rate. No wonder he was known as the strategist of the orc empire; these people who knew the common language of the continent could run literacy schools.
The fox clan also possesses considerable artistic talent; they could become singers, writers, or even clerks working in the lord's mansion.
In a small group of over four thousand people, there were also ordinary fox people who did not know the common writing system of the mainland.
That's alright. There are plenty of job opportunities in Sandy Territory. If all else fails, land reclamation is also an option.
Now that it has become a viscountry, there are finally more people on such a large piece of land.
Currently, the population of Sandy Territory recorded in Tulip Lands has long exceeded 10,000, mostly humans, with foxes and dwarves not being the largest groups.
Thinking back to when I was four or five years old, to that simple, rustic place, I really want to go back and see it...
The basic staff arrangements have been agreed upon. Sandy will receive the same treatment as other staff members, without any special privileges. The work schedule is eight hours a day, seven days on, two days off...
Both parties were satisfied, and Ron then produced another contract scroll.
"Miss Nika, can you speak on behalf of your people?"
"Can."
"Alright, let's sign the contract."
With the deal settled and the contract signed, the atmosphere relaxed. Delia and Nika already knew that Ron was quite easygoing.
Order the inn's waiter to serve the food.
After the meal, before leaving, Ron said, "Not only your fox clan, but other sub-species, such as the rabbit clan, can also be brought over. I dare not say about others, but there are plenty in the wasteland."
Ron had a plan in mind: maintaining a reasonable ratio between the permanent human and sub-species populations was sufficient.
His governing philosophy differed from that of all other nobles.
“Yes, Master Ron,” Nika said with a smile.
Nika also calls Ron "Young Master" now.
Ron hopes that his Sandy Territory can also have the coexistence of various intelligent beings like a first-tier city.
Back at my lodgings, I meditated and took a nap.
I arrived at the training ground in the morning.
There are only fifty participants left.
The second round consists of four matches, and generally, winning three matches is enough to advance.
Of the more than 200 people, only the 50 with the highest scores remain.
In the center of the ten arenas, a male archmage ascended into the air and announced the rules to come.
"..."
Using his mental power to transmit his voice, the great mage's voice spread across a wide area of the training ground.
The battle to defend one's title.
The ten players with the most points will each guard one arena, while the remaining forty players can choose to challenge them.
The choice is free, but the opportunity to challenge is only once. To prevent a series of challenges, each of the ten people guarding the arena has a short rest period after each battle.
It's possible to fight again; it all depends on the choice of the person guarding the ring.
The remaining time will be used to announce the ten players with the highest scores from the nine individual matches.
“...Ron Lance...Philo…”
There were ten people in total, including the marksman Philo. This is the advantage of the points-based competition. Philo lost once, but he still got all the points he had.
The remaining forty people also have the opportunity to choose the challenge.
The competition mechanism is decent. These ten people are at least in the top ten in terms of apparent strength. The judges include some masters, so they generally won't make mistakes.
Ron is now in sixth place overall, and the top five all have a perfect record of nine wins in their individual matches.
He looked at the sixth arena and saw it.
Ron then flew down into the arena.
Today, the top ten teams in the mainland exchange competition will be determined.
Challenging Ron is a misfortune for his opponent. Philo, ranked eighth, is also in a distant ring, and he is looking towards Ron.
Ignore it, we can compete again after the top ten. Then we can see what Philo's full strength is like.
The ten defenders took their places and entered the audience, where cheers rose in waves.
"Louise will win..."
"The elf Hera, the best archer..."
“...Ron, Das…”
“Philo…”
"..."
Each of the ten defending champions has their own supporters. From the ring, you can see people in the stands waving their arms, row upon row of cheering gestures...
The soft morning sunlight shone through the large magic shield... At this moment, everyone standing on the arena became the protagonist.
Ron sensed the atmosphere and then looked at Shirley, who hadn't made it into the top ten in points.
Shirley's battle wasn't very intense, and her score was even below the top ten. Perhaps even her master-level teacher could tell that Shirley's accumulation was still lacking.
The little princess below the ring made a face at Ron.
Ron then looked at Shirley's target and saw a woman whose face was frighteningly pale.
This person, Vicky, ranked tenth in points, actually comes from the Underdark.
Ron estimated that Vicky was hiding her true strength.
The little princess is likely to suffer a loss if she goes to her!
Ron shook his head at the princess from a distance.
Shirley obediently went to another arena.
The audience members were also emotionally affected by the choice of the person in charge, and Princess Shirley actually had some supporters.
How could this be? Princess Shirley has chosen Philo again.
Ron wanted to say something to remind her again, but Shirley had already stepped onto the ring.
Philo's gun ripped Ron's clothes, making Ron realize he was in trouble. Shirley wanted to fight another battle for Ron. This time, she had to win decisively, unlike someone who was still holding back!
This princess listened to advice and made this choice a second time!
Unfortunately, he hoped the princess could win, although the chances were slim. It would be good enough if the princess could even make it into the top fifty; the rest of the points would be up to Ron to earn.
Ron's first opponent was Wilder from the Orcish Empire Academy.
Werewolf Berserker.
Be careful of his berserk state, so try not to give him the opportunity to go berserk.
Wind marks...
They used combat techniques, even magic, and won quickly.
Wind elements converged on the magical longsword, the elements shimmering, and Ron's figure formed thin lines of wind in the low sky.
When this combat technique reaches a high level, it is no longer a trace of wind, but an afterimage!
The sword's edge struck the werewolf warrior's blade, and Ron then used his water-based movement technique to dodge.
Teleportation!
Only a faint mist of water remained where it was, like a weakened version of the afterimage technique.
Fast and unpredictable.
The upward slash, a water-based beam, tore through the werewolf warrior's clothing, adding another wound in the process.
After a few more attacks, Ron kicked the werewolf off the stage before he could even give the werewolf warrior time to go berserk.
A male teacher standing outside asked, "Do you need a break?"
"No need, hurry up!"
This amount of consumption is nothing.
Those in the audience hesitated for a long time, and for the time being, there were no challengers for Ron.
On the other side, Philo broke Sherry's spell after spell.
In many cases, spells like Aurora, Light and Shadow, and Aurora Spear are not omnipotent.
If the spear dance creates a fire domain, the fire also has light. Philo, who has a great understanding of fire-based combat techniques, can always dodge the aurora spear in the sky.
The light and shadow technique caused a mental error, which was still within Philo's range of attention.
Sherry found herself in a situation where her trump card had been exposed, leaving her no choice but to send her melee fighters closer.
when!
Philo shattered the light spear that fell from the sky, and then used a burst of flames to quickly...
The fire element activated his physique, and in the blink of an eye, he knocked Shirley off the stage, or rather, Shirley jumped off herself.
Fortunately, Princess Shirley's court education was exceptional, and she gracefully bowed and left.
Before leaving, he glanced at Ron one last time.
Ron smiled, as if to say, "Now you know you have to hold back your trump card!"
Having learned her lesson, the little princess has indeed kept many trump cards up her sleeve, and her killer moves have increased considerably.
Light, the limit of speed, every battle brings a bit of experience. Born a princess, Sherry's only missing piece is real combat training...
There's no need to demand that those around you be strong; Vivian, the maid, is strong enough.
Finally, Ron faced the next person.
It turned out to be a paladin who used divine magic, a member of the Church of the God of Light, and a member of the Kerber State Academy.
With the Church of the Gods as the state religion, and where priests and paladins gather in large numbers, the area faces the Underdark.
In contrast to light, friction often occurs in critical areas!
The paladins' strength is rumored to fluctuate, influenced by their faith in the gods. Whether true or false, Ron must proceed with caution.
They bowed to each other again.
The battle to defend the title continues.
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