Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

"What's wrong?" Ron asked doubtfully.

Teresa shook her head, her expression returned to normal, and she saluted appropriately and said, "It's nothing. Thank you for taking care of you along the way. I will come to visit you another day."

Among the nobles, some people who were exiled to the border would live in a monastery. The people there prayed to the gods with a pious heart, focusing only on their hearts and looking very lightly on the external living conditions.

This is an excellent place of torture for nobles with noble birth and luxurious life.

Although the monastery was miserable, it at least ensured survival.

When Teresa heard that there was no monastery in Arnold's territory, she questioned how she would survive in the future.

Although she felt uneasy, Theresa still maintained her grace and said goodbye to Ron. She needed to solve the accommodation problem as soon as possible.

"Where are you going? If you want to see the customs and customs here, wait until tomorrow. I will choose a suitable person to accompany you. For now, go to your room and rest."

Ron's voice came, and Theresa looked at him with an expression of disbelief. This was a blatant disobedience to the royal family's order.

"Diana, take Miss Theresa to her room. If you have any needs, try to satisfy them and don't neglect the guests." Ron ordered.

"Yes, Lord Lord."

Diana bowed respectfully, and then said to Teresa: "Miss, please come this way."

Watching Teresa and Diana leave, Ron looked around. Everyone was there, not much changed, and his eyes fell on a pair of bright, round eyes.

It was Melitoya. She was looking at Ron with a look of joy and nervousness. Behind her, Irene was making a strange expression, trying to get Melitoya's attention.

"Okay, let's go in."

The attendants and maids moved out of the way, Ron walked at the front, and Egbert stayed behind to arrange for people to handle the things brought back.

"Little Meili, go quickly."

Irene urged, "Aren't you always asking me when the young master will come back? Why are you so coy now that you have met the young master?"

With that said, Irene gave Melitoya a gentle push from behind.

With the help of this push, Melitoya came to Ron's side. She mustered up the courage to reach out and touch Ron's waving fingers.

Sensing the touch from his fingers, Ron raised his lips slightly and held the soft and small hand with his backhand.

Melitoya suddenly raised her head and looked at her brother's profile, with a sweet smile on her face.

Just like that, the brother and sister entered the mansion together, holding hands.

Seeing this scene, Irene felt her heart melt. She whispered to Joyce beside her: "Sister Joyce, look, look."

Joyce marveled at how carefree she was, being able to laugh and laugh all day long as if she never had any worries.

"Eileen, please tell Miss Melitoya later that today's classes are cancelled." Joyce said. The lord returned to the house today and she needed to report on her work during this period.

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study.

"Lord, Miss Theresa asked me to tell you that she is very grateful to you." Diana came to the study to make a report. After her, Egbert and Abel were waiting.

Ron nodded and said, "Where are the other two? Have they been arranged as well?"

"Yes, according to your instructions, it is the top hospitality method." Diana said affirmatively.

Nancy and Jeff are high-end talents with blue quality entries. If conditions didn't allow it, Ron would continue to increase their salary.

Diana then talked about the more important things during this period, which were only related to her position.

"While you were away from the mansion, a new maid came in. Her name is Rosalind. Although she still needs work in some areas, she is now competent enough to do the job of a maid."

At this time, Egbert had to speak: "Lord, Rosalind is my granddaughter. She begged me several times to come work in the house, so I... But I can vouch for her."

Ron could see that Egbert was nervous, and soon understood that the other party was worried that he would misunderstand that he was using his position to benefit his blood relatives.

"Egbert. The current head maid is Diana. Since I have entrusted this position to her, I naturally trust her judgment."

This short sentence moved the two people present.

"Is there anything else?"

"No more, Lord Lord. Then I will retire first." Diana bowed and exited the study.

Next, Ron looked at Egbert. In addition to assisting Joyce in handling territorial affairs, he also managed the important task of land reclamation.

"The area you designated has been cultivated, thanks to the new agricultural tools you designed."

Is it done? The efficiency is enough.

"Where are the potatoes grown in the backyard? How are they doing now?" Ron asked again.

Hearing Ron's inquiry, Egbert's face became excited and said: "That potato you brought back is so amazing. It filled the entire yard overnight and is now stored in the warehouse."

Overnight?

Ron's expression changed and he asked: "Is Mirakel (the miracle tree) blooming?"

"Yes."

Don't be surprised if you hear the answer in the affirmative. The Mirakel tree has two entries, one of which is "feed back". It blooms golden-pink flowers every summer and gives back the essence of its life to the earth.

The potatoes planted in the yard next door benefited from this and grew so much overnight.

Before hearing the result, Ron was just relying on guessing. He thought of something, his expression changed, and he asked, "How many days have those potatoes been stored?"

"Just what happened yesterday."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and ordered: "Plant all those potatoes on the reclaimed land tomorrow. No, let's leave some for everyone to taste."

Potatoes have a wide range of uses. They can be used as dishes or as food. There are even more ways to cook, but the cuisine in this world is different and more uses seasoning to increase the taste.

After Egbert left, it was Abel's turn.

He stepped forward, placed a report on Ron's desk, and said, "Lord, this is the document you asked me to record."

Ron put his hand on it and asked, "Did anything happen in the territory while I was away?"

Abel shook his head, "Everything is quiet."

Is it quiet?

Ron narrowed his eyes, "Yes, I understand. I will read this report carefully."

"Yes, Lord Lord, I will take my leave now."

Abel bowed and left the study, and Ron's eyes fell on the report. This was the report he had personally asked Abel to observe Carl's every move before leaving.

Although he arranged for Karl to join the Cavaliers, this did not mean that Ron trusted him. Believing that a person needs time.

Ron opened the report, which recorded Carl's daily routine, from getting up in the morning to going to the courtyard for training after breakfast and so on.

One of them, Ron noticed, was that Carl would disappear for an hour between two and three in the afternoon.

Abel also wrote: Miss Melitoya will take the initiative to help Karl with his knowledge during her rest time.

Seeing this, Ron was silent.

At this time, there was a knock on the study door, Ron put away the record report about Carl, and Joyce walked in.

"Lord, I'm here to report to you."

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The next day.

Ron had just asked Egbert to arrange for people to plant potatoes on the reclaimed land when Nancy came over with an angry look on her face.

"Ron, you, you lied to me!"

Seeing her flushed face and trembling body, Ron couldn't help but want to laugh, but he restrained himself knowing that he was wrong.

"How did I lie to you?"

Nancy: "I've already asked, but there is no top alchemist named 'River God' here!"

"Indeed not."

Ron said calmly, "You're already here, why not just stay here, and I will send people to find whatever materials you want."

"I don't want it! I don't want to believe you, this liar!" Nancy felt aggrieved, and mist rose in her eyes.

If he were an ordinary person, he would definitely say nice things and offer comfort in a low voice.

But Ron was different. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, lowered his head to Nancy's ear, touched Nancy's bird feather-shaped earrings with his hand, and said softly: "You don't want your identity to be discovered by others, do you? "