After a short rest, Ron arrived at the field in the afternoon.
Once in the ring, this was his seventh match, and Ron from the small kingdom now had some additional supporters.
In the audience seats.
The venue spans 10,000 square meters and is a continental-sized venue with an audience of over 10,000 people.
Faintly, one could hear chants from the audience: "Rondas, Rondas."
"Defeat the enemy."
"The glory of the kingdom and Ron live on forever!"
"..."
Most of the supporters were from various kingdoms and principalities on the continent.
Having defeated two imperial geniuses in a row, Ron is seen as a dark horse. As a result, the odds on the sidelines have changed. Due to the change in odds, the potential profits are not great, and currently not many people are betting on the Jill Royal Academy championship.
Ron ignored it. An ordinary thirteen-year-old boy might have been smug, but Ron was not. He was only weighing how much effort he should put in.
Ron hadn't been standing in the center of the court for long when his seventh one-on-one opponent arrived.
A woman from the Dwarf Kingdom Academy.
She was a petite dwarf, but she was a year older than Ron, yet Ron always unconsciously thought of her as a little girl.
The Dwarven Kingdom Academy, influenced by racial talents, primarily offers warrior/elemental classes.
Delia, an elementalist, is a hammer wielder, typical of dwarves.
Thankfully, it wasn't the same incredibly strong barbarian's spiked club, otherwise it would have been really too incongruous.
Comparatively speaking, it's better for a young female dwarf to use a large hammer.
Because of the basic information about the Tulip Merchant Guild, Ron wouldn't be foolish enough to call someone a little girl.
Both parties bowed.
The match begins.
Strangely, Delia didn't rush to attack. Instead, she said, "Your name is Ron, right? Your magic longsword is of poor quality. If you break it, I, Delia, will not compensate you."
So, she also has a nickname, Xiaoya!
However, Ron smiled and replied, "Thank you for the reminder, Miss Delia. I won't give you a chance to fight back. That's fine."
Completely unaware that one of her advantages in the competition had disappeared, Delia's attention was instead drawn to the way she was addressed as Miss Delia.
That's right! Not everyone calls her Xiaoya. The forthright Delia immediately gained a much higher impression of Ron.
"Ron, find me after the competition and I'll have your magic longsword forged."
For something like this, it's better to find a male dwarf. In Ron's mind, it's embarrassing to have a girl make a sword for him with a hammer.
"No need, this magic sword is still usable."
"You actually don't believe in my forging skills..."
How did I manage to piss that young girl off again? She's a year older than Ron, only fourteen, just like him.
Blacksmithing is considered everything by many dwarves, but Delia is also very good at fighting, and sometimes she is not as good at blacksmithing as her own kind.
Ron's unintentional words offended Delia instead.
The little girl rushed over.
Fire-based movement techniques, while seemingly simple and brutal, subtly capture the explosive nature of the fire element.
The young girl, her body slightly flushed, appeared in front of Ron in the blink of an eye.
The wind dances.
He whispered to himself, and Ron used the wind-based movement technique.
The surrounding wind elements converged, creating a subtle breeze everywhere. Ron's clothes fluttered slightly, and the surrounding heat did indeed rise.
The sledgehammer struck again and again.
But she didn't even touch the hem of Ron's clothes, showing that the young girl's strength was far inferior.
Ron didn't want to apologize and took a big sledgehammer.
If you tire the little girl out, she'll naturally admit defeat.
This idea led to Ron's ring becoming the place with the longest match time.
Ron swung the hammer from the front, then moved down and sideways.
The hammer swung upwards, and Ron flipped over.
If you're not fast enough, you can't even touch it.
As time went on, five arenas had already finished their matches, and the sixth, seventh... until the ninth arena was empty.
Ron felt that the young girl was using the hammer with increasing force.
Ron had no intention of making fun of anyone.
While dodging, sensing the whistling sound of the air created by the hammer, Ron said, "Give up? You can't hit me."
The young girl remained silent.
Ron said again, "I'm not giving up. I'm about to make my move. Watch out."
After dodging Delia's attack, Ron seized on her weakness of only attacking and not defending, and shoved her on the shoulder.
Delia focused all her energy on stopping herself, because she was about to fall over due to the momentum.
Ron no longer bothered Delia and quickly drew his sword, pointing it in one direction.
By the time Delia finally managed to stop and turn around, Ron's magic sword was already pointed at the little girl.
Of the ten arenas, only Ron's is still showing this scene.
Well, Ron's current behavior does have a touch of aristocratic flair.
It seems like the topic has gotten to the handsome part.
"I used to think Ron Lance was deliberately teasing the female dwarf, but it turns out that wasn't the case."
"Little Ron is so handsome."
"Ron Lance, Dass, victory is assured."
"..."
The audience was not quiet.
On the field, Delia, having calmed down, conceded defeat.
Delia said, "You're not lying to me, my hammer really didn't hit your magic sword."
Thankfully, the little girl's target wasn't just Ron!
"You didn't lie to me, I forgive you, so why won't you let me forge a magic longsword for you?"
"Actually, I have another one."
Ron, who is good at hiding his true abilities, certainly has a better magical longsword hidden away.
This was the final item the Tulip Merchant Guild had sponsored for him; he simply didn't need it.
Just keep it as a backup.
Ordinary noble clothing, a slightly more expensive magic sword...
"Xiaoya understands."
Both parties left.
Afterwards, Delia also found Ron. It turned out that a branch of the dwarves was in a bad situation in their country and hoped that the Tulip Merchant Guild could take them in.
"How about we go to my father's territory instead?"
“There are many jobs there, and Father will definitely welcome them.”
This is such a rare find, you couldn't find it even with a lantern.
Outside the meeting place in the evening, Ron asked, "What difficulties?"
"The Dwarf Kingdom is changing kings, and our tribe is going to have a tough time. Rumor has it that the humans really need dwarves for work. Actually, Xiaoya destroyed quite a few human weapons during this competition."
Products made by dwarves are guaranteed to be of the highest quality.
As expected, many of the humans whose weapons had been smashed sought out the dwarves to forge new ones...
Oh dear, it turns out that other people's previous competition wasn't because they were kindly reminding me.
The world is a dangerous place, but the dwarves would not even consider doing so.
Ron asked, "Miss Delia, who gave you the advice and suggestions?"
"A beautiful fox spirit sister, but she told me not to reveal her name."
“Is that so? Very well, I will go with you to meet the elders of your tribe.”
The boy and girl ended their conversation in the sparsely populated area outside the venue.
Delia happily led Ron and the others there.
In fact, the fox spirit who gave the advice had suggested this to Delia, and she wanted Delia to lure Ron before the competition.
Ron has potential and the strength to defeat the human empire's prodigy.
The dwarves went to the kingdom instead of the empire, which gave them much more freedom, and it will be easy for them to switch sides in the future.
Moreover, Sandy Territory is currently expanding and is in a period of development.
The birthplace of the magic potion feast, the origin of the author, the mysterious Ryan, and even more so, the unfathomable Ron himself.
Ron wants talent, and he needs talent to go where he wants to go. Isn't he also choosing where to go?
Ron brought Vivian and Arno, but not Wright, to avoid overthinking things like Princess Sherry did back then.
Led by his maid and guards, Ron entered an inn and met a dwarf elder.
The man was an old dwarf, dressed very casually in commoner's clothes.
That black and white beard is really long, I wonder if it's half a meter long...
The book says that one should never joke about a dwarf's beard, as letting someone touch a dwarf's beard, which he has kept all his life, is the best proof of his friendliness.
The knowledge from the book swept through my mind.
Upon seeing the dwarf elder, Ron bowed and greeted him, saying, "Junior Ron greets the master."
They are both master forging experts; that's certainly true.
A rough voice came from behind.
"You're the Ron the girl mentioned. Tell me, what kind of treatment can you give my people?"
Her attitude was very arrogant, unlike what Delia said about being in a hurry!
Delia snorted, reminding her grandfather.
Finally, the dwarf elder's tone softened considerably.
“Little fellow, you’re quite capable. You managed to get two little girls to persuade me to go to Sandy Territory with you. That shows your sincerity…”
Masters and skilled people should naturally have an air about them, but it seems that Delia has a high status!
The dwarves have a different concept; as children born to those of higher status, they generally interact with their tribesmen in an ordinary way.
In terms of equality, different ethnic groups are different.
When it comes to making important decisions, those in high positions remain in high positions.
Ron's thoughts raced, and he uttered the words he had prepared before coming: "..."
To put it more precisely: an eight-hour workday, seven days a week with two days off, and profits are split proportionally...
Master blacksmiths have no working hours, maximum freedom, and their finished products are prioritized for purchase in Sandy Territory... Ordinary dwarves are provided with room and board, unlimited potions and feasts, and plenty of alcohol!
The dwarf elder seemed to have misheard the extraordinary treatment he received.
Ron, fearing the dwarf elders might not understand, explained in detail again and again in the language of the Oran continent…
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