Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

[Greedy Lucky Cat (Blue): You have a keen sense of money and can easily obtain wealth that ordinary people cannot imagine. 】

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Obviously, this entry is related to merchants.

Ron didn't expect that Egbert's granddaughter turned out to be the owner of a blue entry. Perhaps Rosalind was the only blue-quality talent in Arnold's territory.

"Lord, what is this?" Rosalind asked, holding the paper handed to her.

Ron said casually: "You give this recipe to Eileen and let her try to make it."

On the paper was what he had written about the process of extracting oil from sunflower seeds. He wanted Eileen to try it. It would be the best if she could make it. If she couldn't, it would be okay.

"Yes, Lord." Rosalind responded and was about to leave the study, but was stopped by Ron.

"By the way, take this financial report details and see if there are any problems."

Rosalind was stunned, frightened by Ron's sudden action. Not only her, but Diana, who was silent on the side, had a sudden change of expression.

How does the lord know that I can understand this? At this moment, Ron's image became mysterious in Rosalind's eyes.

Rosalind's original idea was to show herself in front of the lord, leave a good impression, and then continue to show off her abilities to gain attention.

Ron's move directly disrupted her plan, but faced with such a good opportunity, she couldn't give up at any cost.

"Yes, Lord." Rosalind looked serious, stepped forward to receive the report, and then exited the study.

Rosalind closed the door gently, stood at the door and took a deep breath, trying to relieve her nervousness.

She thought back to what Ron said in the study just now.

It's not just as simple as asking her to tell if she has any questions, she also has to answer the details and key points in detail.

To put it bluntly, this is an assessment of Rosalind's ability. As for how the lord learned of her ability, it is no longer important now.

Rosalind raised her lips slightly, thinking in her heart that she is indeed the person I will serve in the future, such an excellent person.

In the study.

As the door was closed, the atmosphere fell into silence, and Diana stood on the side of the desk without saying a word.

Ron frowned in thought.

Rosalind did not hesitate to accept the task he asked just now, which is enough to prove that she has confidence and is aware of her own talents to a certain extent.

Would a person who knew his own worth come to the Baronial Palace to be an ordinary maid?

However, the favorability on the character card cannot be faked, it is as high as 70 (respect), which is very high compared to ordinary maids.

Although it is not clear what the other party wants, it is certain that Rosalind is not an enemy, and she is also Egbert's granddaughter. With this relationship, there is no need to worry too much.

Ron stopped thinking about it. Seeing the lord break away from his thoughts, Diana asked, "Does the lord want to train Rosalind?"

He didn't hide it, "Yes, I have this idea."

Diana nodded, "I understand. I will look into arranging Rosalind's work before the official appointment is made."

Ron turned to look at her. Diana was still as serious as ever. It was very satisfying to have such a subordinate to assist her.

"Well, you make the arrangements."

Ron nodded and said that Diana had not tasted popsicles yet and would ask Irene to bring them to her to relieve the heat in the future.

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Melitoya's room.

Two figures, one large and one small, threw themselves on the desk, staring at each other with big eyes.

"Sister Eileen, if you continue to be in a daze, we won't be able to eat popsicles." Melitoya said pitifully.

"That's not right, little Meili, this is the homework assigned to you by the young master. I am only responsible for writing."

Hearing this, Melitoya spread her hands, "But I said, Sister Irene, you won't write either~"

"Well, I was wondering whether the melon seeds the young master mentioned are delicious." Irene chuckled.

Melitoya put on an expression that I knew was true.

"Xiao Meili, let's discuss it. Why don't we make melon seeds first and then write them?" Irene said bewilderedly.

At this moment, she looked like a street vendor who tricked primary school students into buying sweets.

"I do not want!"

Melitoya refused without mercy, "The teacher and Ms. Diana both told me that I have to be serious and persistent when doing something."

Erin fell down on the table, "Little Melly, you have changed."

Melitoya explained righteously, "The teacher said this is called growth."

Erin was stunned.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, Irene winked, and Melitoya immediately sat upright, looking like a daughter of a famous family.

Eileen walked over and opened the door. Standing outside was Rosalind, who had come to complete the task ordered by Ron.

Irene was a little embarrassed when she saw the visitor. She already knew that the bird she and little Mellie roasted before was a gift from the girl in front of her to Mr. Egbert.

Erin wanted to apologize several times, but never found the chance.

"This is what the lord has given you. The lord asked you to try it." Rosalind said with a smile.

Eileen took it blankly. This was the first time she saw the other party smiling so happily.

After completing the task, Rosalind left quickly. Irene's eyes lit up when she read the contents on the paper, showing an expression as if she had found a treasure.

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Several days passed in a row.

Ron gave Rosalind several tasks, all of which were completed perfectly, and her abilities gradually gained recognition.

Therefore, Ron handed over part of the territory's financial management to Rosalind, on the one hand to see what achievements she could make, and on the other hand to reduce the burden on Joyce.

After Egbert found out about this, his face showed worry and complexity, but he didn't say much.

Under the Mirakel tree.

Ron held two black and white stones in one hand while playing chess with Teresa, but it was not backgammon, but Go.

Since the bluestone chessboard was moved under the tree, Teresa would come here to play chess almost every day, and she felt like she was trapped in it.

Normally, Teresa would invite Joyce to play chess, and the two became close chess friends.

Gradually, 'Othello' became popular in the mansion, and even the servants would play a few games in their free time.

As long as there is a grid and two props of different colors, a game can be formed. This simple condition is easy for everyone to achieve.

If you want to relax, you can choose to play backgammon, if you want to compete with your brain, you can choose to play Go, whatever your heart desires.

Across the chessboard, Ron looked at Theresa thinking hard and felt very comfortable in his heart. If he didn't play backgammon with Theresa again, it didn't mean he couldn't beat her opponent.

"Miss Theresa, have you really thought about this move?" Seeing Theresa making a hesitant move, Ron asked with a half-smile.

Teresa frowned and said angrily: "My lord, the Baron, is really evil. It is beneath your grace to bully a novice like me."

"With Miss Theresa's current chess skills, she can no longer be called a novice." Ron smiled, and then made a decisive move.

Teresa took a look and put down the black chess piece in her hand, "I lost again."

While cleaning up the chess game, she said: "Father sent a message asking me to thank the Baron."

After hearing this, Ron said: "It seems that the Marquis has turned the corner. If you want to thank me, why don't you let Mr. White and the others stay in the Arnold Territory for a few more days."

"Oh, Lord Baron values ​​Grandpa White very much."

Ron smiled helplessly, "There is no way. There is currently a shortage of professional talents in the Arnold Territory. Especially in medicine. I heard you analyze before why the Adventurer Association did not open a branch here. As the lord, I must solve this problem."

Teresa nodded, "That's true. There is no church stationed in Arnold Territory. Even if it is backed by the resource-rich Black Valley Forest, no adventurers will come."

Adventurers are a dangerous profession that often deals with death. They are easily injured during adventures, so if there is a church priest or a magician who is proficient in healing in the team, life safety will be guaranteed.

If these are not available, then there must be a church or medical center nearby that provides relief. With these, adventurers can complete their missions with peace of mind.

Even if something happens, he can be sent back by his teammates for treatment as soon as possible without losing his life.

But none of the above are available in the Arnold Territory. Even the medical clinic in the territory can only treat common ailments due to lack of experience.

"Okay, if Grandpa White and the others are willing, I will tell my father."

These words sounded like agreement to Ron.

"By the way, Lord Baron, my father also said in the letter that he wants to add more weapons and armor. The price is not an issue."

"sure."

Ron chuckled. The weapons and armor sent to Marquis Alfred were all of green quality, which was better than those sold in the royal capital.

The Marquis wanted to buy it, which would be a large sum of money, and Ron had no reason to refuse.

After the matter was agreed upon, the two continued to play chess.

Sophisticated weapons and armor were sent one after another from the blacksmith workshop and shipped to Alfred's territory.

The war between the two parties did not end so quickly, and was still fighting in full swing.

Night falls.

Ron returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated. This was something he did every day, even when he went to the royal capital.

After several months of meditation, the cyclone in Ron's body has increased several times in size. Unlike when he first meditated, the cyclone moved very fast, continuously absorbing the violent fighting energy from the outside world, and quickly transformed it into a stable fighting energy.

Unknowingly, Ron seemed to have touched an invisible barrier, and the speed of the cyclone began to decrease.

He was suddenly startled. This was obviously a breakthrough!

It had only been so long, just over half a year. Ron was very surprised. He continued to control the cyclone without thinking about it. More and more fighting energy in his body gathered into a ball and began to expand outward.

Bo~

The sound of water bubbles bursting sounded in Ron's ears, and the fighting energy in his body spread to other places like a flood, floating around in his body like a wild horse, filling his whole body.

level one!

Fighting Qi spreads throughout the body and allows the body to adapt to Fighting Qi. This is the sign of the first level.

Tonight, Ron reached it.

He slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly felt refreshed, and his hearing and vision were greatly improved.

The other five senses have also improved, but not as obviously as hearing and vision. Ron was excited. This is extraordinary power!

It's incredible.

Immediately afterwards, a vast and infinite sense of control encompassing the heaven, earth and universe emerged spontaneously.

At this moment, Ron's mind entered the realm of emptiness. For just a moment, it seemed like tens of millions of years had passed.

This feeling appeared when he first brushed the golden entry, and it appeared again this time when he broke through the extraordinary first level. Ron guessed in his heart what the connection was between the two.

It's a pity that no matter how hard you guess, you can't get the answer. There is no instruction manual for this ability, so Ron can only explore it by himself.

At least, what Ron can be sure of now is that his extraordinary achievements must have brought some changes to this ability.

Ron took a deep breath and tried to calm down the erratic emotions in his heart. He then opened his character card. As he expected, there was still only entry 1, and the second entry slot was not opened.

According to one of the speculations he just thought about, when he breaks through to the second level of transcendence, he will open entry 2 and enter the state where everything can be controlled again.

If this speculation is confirmed, Ron will have a better understanding of his own abilities.

He sat quietly on the bed, with thousands of thoughts in his mind, and more importantly, he was recalling the feeling of controlling everything, which made people yearn for it.

Just like that, the night passed and morning came.

A new day, a new job.

The servants in the mansion began to get busy, and their mental outlook was much better than before.

The whole person is full of energy, and a person will be positive when he has something to look forward to.

Nancy came to the mansion very early. She found Ron with a small bucket filled with black mud and said, "Lord, what do you think this is?"

Ron tilted his head slightly and asked doubtfully: "Where did you dig the mud from? It doesn't look like the soil in my vegetable garden."

"What mud, and I won't enter your vegetable garden! This is an alchemy product I made!" Nancy said angrily, and then she told Ron the raw materials and functions of the black mud.

"This is a black stone collected in the Black Valley Forest. This stone is close to elemental crystals in nature and has strong fusion properties. I added it to it."

Ron listened to Nancy Barabala say the names of a bunch of alchemical materials. In short, under Nancy's manipulation, this lump of black mud was of extraordinary value.

"Finally, I found that the black mud I made can greatly improve the soil quality and promote the growth of plants. When used on Cordo, it can shorten the growth cycle by half."

Nancy said excitedly.

Her words struck Ron's ears like a bolt from the blue, 'promoting plant growth' and 'improving soil quality'. Isn't this what Arnold's territory lacks?

The way Ron looked at Nancy changed, and he felt more and more deeply that it was a wise decision to lure Nancy over.

Being stared at by his eyes, Nancy trembled and took a few steps back.

"Ahem, you have made a great contribution this time. I will give it to you after I think about the reward."

Ron looked away and said with a fake cough, "By the way, does it cost money to make this black mud?"