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But there was nothing they could do because the man in front of them was so domineering, so they didn't bring it up.
Thus, through friendly negotiations, an iron ore mortgage agreement was reached.
Ron will provide iron ore worth 10,000 gold coins within a year.
Although they had previously tried to lower the price significantly, Ron couldn't always let them lose out, so he added an extra two thousand gold coins worth of iron ore.
However, he was only responsible for mining; how to transport the ore to Winter City was not his concern.
Transporting iron ore worth over 10,000 gold coins from the valley requires an expenditure of at least 1,000 gold coins.
In this sense, Ron was essentially just a hands-off manager, completely ignoring the transportation.
Bandel and Antoine naturally had no objections, after all, they had gained an extra two thousand gold coins worth of iron ore.
They can make another profit by selling them.
Although a year is a long time, it's good that there's money to be made, and it also allows for business dealings with the other party.
I'll let them know if I need anything else in the future, and through this back-and-forth, I can earn quite a bit more.
Ron wanted them to stay for dinner, but Bandel and Antoine opted not to. They planned to finish their business and deliver all the supplies before attending the banquet.
"Our master is really amazing; he actually managed to get them to give up such a large profit."
After the businessman left, Fiona looked at the man on the sofa and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. Then, she licked her lips and couldn't resist teasing him:
"Judging from this, although the master is weak in some areas, he is quite strong in this one."
She hadn't expected to be able to drive the price down so low; it was like getting several thousand gold coins for free.
Furthermore, Fiona discovered that the man in front of her was actually quite handsome when he was serious, though he could also look a bit fierce...
"I'll show you how strong I am tonight."
Ron felt that his maid was becoming increasingly disrespectful, and verbal reprimands were no longer effective; he needed to be disciplined with a stick.
"The maid won't let her bastard master get his way!"
Fiona pouted and gave the man a disdainful look.
She appeared calm on the surface, but was actually trembling with nervousness because she was terrified of being treated that way...
But for some reason, I also felt a faint sense of anticipation deep down.
They seemed to be anticipating that kind of thing happening.
"When everything falls into place, it won't be up to you anymore."
In fact, Ron could clearly sense that his maid was somewhat confused in the morning.
If I were to make a request, she would probably only offer a token refusal.
Then let yourself treat it cruelly...
Ron had previously thought it wasn't the right time, but now that the time was ripe, he had to punish that wretched maid properly so she wouldn't dare say such things again.
"Masters who only force their maids are the most disgusting~"
Fiona could clearly sense that the men in the past were probably joking, just teasing her, but today their burning gaze seemed to pierce through her.
That bastard Ron is completely unable to hold back now!
But how could we let him get away with this so easily...?
Although her expression was one of disgust, thinking about the morning's lessons, her knees unconsciously pressed together and gently rubbed against each other...
How could you, you bastard owner~
dong dong dong-
Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Yarman's voice;
"Young Master Ron."
"come in."
Ron was not displeased by being disturbed, because he knew that if his knight commander came to his door, it must be for something.
Moreover, he already had a guess in his mind.
"A group of more than 300 knights was spotted on the mountain road 20 kilometers outside the valley, heading this way."
Yarman reported the enemy situation he had observed to the truth.
Despite the urgency of the situation, his voice remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.
"W-what? Enemy activity???"
Before Ron could even speak, Fiona's eyes widened, her expression clearly showing some panic.
She didn't expect that she would be attacked by enemies so soon after winning a victory.
I felt anxious and wondered what to do.
"Yarman, go and gather all the knights immediately."
Just as Ron had predicted, the enemy had arrived, and these enemies were most likely the noble coalition of the Northern Alliance.
He guessed that Wilson Gray probably noticed something was wrong yesterday and had already asked the Northern Alliance for help.
These people never imagined that Wilson Gray had already died last night.
The Valley Territory has long since changed hands.
Ron is not worried at all now. After all, although there are many enemies, there are probably only fifty or sixty Holy Knights at most. With his current strength, he can deal with about twenty of them. Fria is even stronger and can deal with at least thirty or fifty Holy Knights.
Now, when facing such a small team, if a conflict breaks out, I should first charge in with Fria to kill most of the enemy's main force before letting my knights charge in. This way, casualties can be greatly reduced.
"Yes!"
After receiving the mission, Yarman immediately left the room and headed towards the Knights' Camp.
"Master, let me help you put on your armor."
Although Fiona was a little flustered, for some reason, seeing the man's calm demeanor gradually calmed her down.
"it is good."
Ron did not refuse and let the maid help him put on the armor.
He didn't flirt with her in between.
After all, war is not a sex scene; it cannot tolerate the slightest carelessness and must be taken seriously.
After donning his armor and stepping outside, he spotted the crimson figure not far away, leaning against a tree, seemingly lost in thought.
"Fria, there's enemy activity. If anything goes wrong, listen to my orders: we'll charge into the enemy lines and wipe out their main force."
Ron didn't waste any words, took a few steps forward, and gave the order with a serious expression.
"Oh?"
Phyllis scoffed dismissively, then spoke with interest:
"You're not going to let me lure the enemy away by myself today?"
Even though I gave him a good beating last night, I'm still not satisfied.
Because she almost died yesterday; if it weren't for her bloodline awakening, there would definitely have been problems.
But for some reason, after going home last night, she thought about it for a long time and felt that the man in front of her was not like him in the way he did this.
It's a bit illogical, as if there's some hidden story.
But after thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of any other reason...
"You should understand that in yesterday's situation, if we had launched a forced night raid, most of our knights would have been killed or wounded. Even if we had won, it would have been a Pyrrhic victory, and we wouldn't have been able to face the enemy who came to our door today."
Ron was telling the truth; after all, Wilson Gray was no weakling, and they were practically evenly matched.
In such a situation, if a battle were to break out, our side would certainly suffer heavy casualties.
Knowing that Fria possesses a near-death awakening bloodline, this is undoubtedly the best option.
"That means you've considered that even if I were killed, you'd still be confident in facing the current enemy."
At this point, Fria gave a meaningful look;
"So, I shouldn't need to lift a finger in today's battle, right?"
Although she wouldn't stand idly by if a fight actually broke out, she still couldn't help but retaliate.
Because of what happened yesterday, Fria still feels like there's a thorn in her heart.
It's like the wound from yesterday's sword piercing my heart; the physical wound has healed, but the pain remains.
"You'll only agree to help if you sleep for a while."
Ron originally intended to use the lord's methods directly, or to use Lucia and O'Ville as hostages.
But that would be too inhumane, so we chose to back down and give each other a way out.
"Be my dog at night."
Philia slowly leaned closer to the man's ear, lowered her voice, and spoke with a playful expression.
Don't you think this request is excessive?