Chapter 370: New Buyer

"What? You still want me to send people to Ubei Domain?"

Vigens raised his voice, asking his father in utter confusion.

Rulans grunted, "Ubei Domain needs to build a port, establish a new city, and develop various industries; there's a massive labor shortage."

"We have plenty of cities and manors with surplus populations; reallocating some to Ubei Domain won't be difficult."

As he spoke, he picked up a parchment from the desk; Moster took it and handed it to Vigens.

"This is Ubei Domain's policy for free citizens and serfs; publicizing it should attract many willing to join."

Vigens glanced hastily at the policy; regardless of its appeal, he looked at Rulans in confusion.

"Father, Roning has been separated; supporting him is reasonable, but why spare no effort?"

"And you said last time you wouldn't revoke Bretton's marquess succession. But in the future, Ubei Domain will have two 'Wushan' surnames—whose orders will the people follow?"

"You might not know, but Marvin, Sandro, and Vittorino have all sent their sons to Ubei Domain; they'll surely pledge loyalty to Roning. When Bretton inherits the marquessate, won't you fear they'll turn against each other, sparking civil war?"

Vigens was pleased that Roning had just sent him over two thousand gold coins.

But he was displeased with the viscounts' actions.

The next heir was him, yet none of the viscounts sought his favor?

Rulans chuckled, "You're thinking far ahead."

Vigens' thoughts weren't wrong; such a possibility did exist.

But when Bretton inherits the title, how many years later will that be?

First Rulans must die, then Vigens.

Even if Rulans lives to 150, there are still 74 years.

Seventy-plus years—Roning's height would be unimaginable.

"Vigens, your thoughts aren't wrong, but you don't know Roning."

He waved his hand, smiling, "You'll soon understand my intent. Do as I say now."

Vigens shrugged, "Fine, Father. Hope your decision doesn't bring trouble."

Watching the servant push Vigens away, Rulans shook his head with a smile.

Seventy-four years—by then, Vigens would likely pass before him.

Of course, assuming natural deaths.

"Master, Dean Miloslav has arrived," Moster reported.

Rulans blinked, "This old fellow came early this year. Show him in. Oh, send for Roning too."

"Yes, Master."

At that moment, Roning was opening chests of gold coins in his room.

When ten chests of gold illuminated the room with golden radiance, text appeared in his vision:

["Fortune's Favor" Achievement Completed, Attribute Points +4000, Energy Essence +8000]

In an instant, Roning's "savings" surged again.

"With this much Energy Essence, I can first raise Ridal to Silver Moon rank, then accumulate a bit more to push Macken to Stellar rank."

Advancing from Stellar to Silver Moon as a knight, without talent enhancement, requires 4000 Energy Essence.

Roning hadn't expected to gain such vast Energy Essence so quickly.

He'd thought obtaining 100,000 gold in one go would require a major order after his business took off.

As he pondered, he opened the achievement panel to check the next tier of "Fortune's Favor," only to find the description changed:

["Fortune's Favor"]: Obtain 500,000 gold in one transaction to claim the final tier's reward: Attribute Points +10,000, Energy Essence +20,000

The phrase "final tier" was added this time.

Clearly, once Roning completes this tier, "Fortune's Favor" will vanish like the seven-day login interface.

Roning felt a pang of regret at not being able to farm it indefinitely, but reasoned that achievements having a limit was reasonable.

"500,000 gold—quite a high number."

Earning 500,000 gold in one transaction was extremely difficult; Ubei Domain's current scale couldn't support it.

Not to mention Ubei Domain—even Wushan Domain couldn't manage it.

But Roning could split it into several transactions, then consolidate them into a million for a single "one-time" gain.

Pushing thoughts aside, he glanced at earlier achievements; clearly, they too had final tiers.

Take "Fame Spread Far and Wide"—he was already an earl, with marquess, duke, king, and emperor above.

"King of Slaughter" next requires killing Level 8 Supernatural Entities, then Level 9 and Legendary tiers.

Roning didn't know if there was more beyond legendary; if so, higher tiers might exist.

Besides these two, "Population Prosperity" and "Conquest and Expansion" had five and four tiers completed respectively.

If "Fortune's Favor" had nine tiers, the rest were few.

But once all achievements were complete, his power would likely stand atop the continent.

Knock knock knock~

The door was knocked.

Roning shoved ten chests into his Ring of Space. "Enter."

A servant from Moster's staff entered. "Master, Steward Moster sent me to inform you Dean Miloslav has arrived."

"Alright, I'm coming."

He sought Dean Miloslav to inquire about magic potion materials.

Elron's auxiliary enhancement and awakening potions needed to be made quickly.

Rulans' study.

"Good heavens, old friend, your illness is cured?"

Miloslav patted and squeezed Rulans' arm, disbelief in his voice.

The Soul-Devouring Surge that plagued him and Silva for years had truly been eradicated!

"Quick, tell me how you did it!"

Rulans smiled mysteriously. "This must remain secret for now. I'll explain when the time comes."

He didn't want to tell outsiders, but Miloslav knew his condition too well to hide it.

And with their decades-long life-or-death friendship, he only concealed details about Roning, openly admitting his recovery.

"You scoundrel!"

Miloslav scolded with a laugh, "Now you're well and trying to hide it? When you were sick, you begged me!"

Rulans glared. "I paid for services—when did I beg?"

Here, Miloslaw sighed, "Now that you're healed, this 'Dragonfire Elixir' of mine has no buyer—it seems it will go to waste."

Rulans nodded, "Wasting it would be a shame."

He pondered, eyes brightening, "Why not sell it to Ossen? He'd certainly find use for it."

"Didn't you tell me not to sell it to him?"

Miloslaw raised an eyebrow, "So, you think he's no longer a threat now?"

"This elixir only eases pain—it won't heal him. What do I fear?"

Rulans sneered, "Back then, I told you not to sell it to him just to get my revenge—I didn't want that old bastard to be too happy."

Miloslaw nodded, "Then I'll visit Black Serpent City soon. Ossen pays me tens of thousands of gold coins each year—it's a heavy burden on his domain's economy."

The Wu Mountain Domain pays such high fees annually, reducing its knightly orders to just five.

If Ossen's earldom must sustain such costs, it will strain his domain's finances severely.

This further weakens House Hyde's threat. End of Chapter.