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Crafting an Invincible Kingdom with the Talent skill tree

In a world brimming with swords and magic, where dragons soar in the skies, elves frolic in the forests, orcs and dwarves battle for supremacy, and grand voyages set sail across vast oceans, there seems to be no place for a man named Ron. However, Ron is not entirely without resources; he possesses a unique ability: a Talent Skill Tree. Among his abilities, "Sword Mastery" stands out. It's a passive skill that enhances his precision, power, and speed with a sword, escalating with each level he ascends. With this skill, Ron initially planned to reclaim his rightful territory and relish the life of a noble lord. However, as he continues to cultivate his land and skills, he gradually realizes that he has unwittingly seated himself at the table of power and games. This realization sets him on an unexpected path, leading him through a series of adventures that challenge his skills, wits, and determination. Join Ron on his journey as he navigates the complexities of power, the thrill of adventure, and the magic of a world filled with unimaginable creatures. Will he reclaim his lost land, or will he rise to become something even greater? Discover the answers in this captivating tale of survival and growth.

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56 Chs

Great harvest

The "Lucky Sailor" was a cargo ship and didn't have many hands. Together with Ron and a few others, there were less than thirty people.

Except for the necessary sailors who remained on the ship, the others all came down to help along the rope ladder that was set up.

Even Lir and Christie were no exceptions.

This was also inevitable. After all, there were so many corpses and so much filth. If they weren't dealt with in time and dried up later, it would be impossible to handle, and then how could people live there?

Lir was seen covering her mouth with a piece of cloth, feeling nauseous while using a fishing fork to pick up a lump of intestine and throw it into the sea.

Because she forked right in the middle of the intestine, piercing it, constantly yellow sticky liquid flowed out, dripping all over the place.

Ron shook his head as he watched: "Lir, don't do this. You and Christie, carry one corpse each. Throw as many as you can."

While saying this, Ron himself crouched down, put on leather gloves, and picked up the pieces of intestine and minced meat on the ground with his hands and threw them into the sea.

At this time, he felt a little regret. Why wasn't he more gentle when he was taking action earlier?

As long as he made a small cut, he could take their lives. Why did he cut them in half?

But on second thought, it couldn't all be blamed on him. After all, when he came down earlier, he didn't know the situation and had to go all out. Otherwise, who knew what kind of enemies he would encounter?

It could only be blamed on them for being too weak.

"That's right! It's all their fault. They are so weak yet still learn to rob! Bah!"

While complaining, Ron kicked a human head into the sea.

The sailors around, upon hearing Ron still blaming the pirates for being too weak and thus requiring cleaning, were all scared and trembling.

Knowing that this ruthless knight was in a bad mood, they were afraid of making him angry. Originally, because it wasn't their regular job and they wanted to be lazy, but now, whether someone was watching or not, they were all working拼命.

However, there was an exception. The guardian knight Ricks, holding a wine bottle in one hand and dragging a corpse in the other, walked out of the cabin lazily.

As soon as he reached the door, with a "whoosh", he threw the corpse in his hand into the sea.

Because he dragged it all the way out, blood was trailed all over the place. At the door, he threw it casually again, and blood splashed all the way, even splashing on Ron.

Ron was about to get angry, but when he thought of the other person's tragic experience, all his anger vanished immediately.

Besides, the other person was also helping. Although he was making more of a mess, he was still doing something.

Finally, Ron decided to let him go back to the ship to drink, which was good for everyone.

When Ricks heard that Ron didn't need his help, he wasn't polite either. He immediately leaned against a wooden barrel and continued to drink his wine.

But when Ron was about to go into the cabin, he suddenly said: "You actually have master-level strength?"

Hearing this, Ron stopped in his tracks, confused.

Could it be that he actually had master-level strength?

Suddenly remembering, it should be that he activated the [bet] skill, and his Qi Force increased several times, thus jumping to the master level. His actual strength was only at the gold level.

As for the specific rank, he wasn't sure.

"What's wrong with being at the master level?"

"Nothing! I think with you here, there shouldn't be any more problems with this territory this time. But I'll give you a piece of advice. Be careful of Golan!"

"Who is Golan?"

"When you go to the territory, you should know!" After saying that, Ricks drank his wine on his own and ignored Ron.

Ron's mouth twitched. Saying half of the words and then suddenly stopping made one feel frustrated.

However, looking at the other person's decadent appearance, he probably didn't want to say more.

Ron glanced at him and didn't say anything more, hurrying into the cabin to clean up the corpses.

With everyone's hard work, before it got dark, the pirate ship was finally cleaned up.

Of course, even if it was cleaned as clean as possible, there was still a faint smell of blood.

Bette had someone secure the cables again and used the "Lucky Sailor" to tow the pirate ship forward.

To avoid possible collisions, Bette also arranged for someone to stay on the pirate ship to steer.

But all the crew members were unwilling to stay on that dark and creepy pirate ship. After all, nearly a hundred ghosts had just been created there.

Finally, there was no way. Ron asked Bette to choose an honest person.

After he chose, Ron then glared at that person fiercely and made a throat-cutting gesture to settle the matter.

If possible, Ron didn't want to use such a threatening method. It was just that there was really no other way.

In Ron's mind, if there was something, it would be best if everyone rushed to do it instead of pushing it around here.

But the reality was that no one was willing to do any dirty and hard work. After all, everyone wasn't stupid.

But the problem was that someone had to do this job.

Then who would do it?

When no one was willing to sacrifice, according to the law of the world's operation, the most honest one would have to be sacrificed.

The honest person here didn't mean that this person was very sincere, had a very good character, or was very kind-hearted.

Rather, it meant that this person had no sense of resistance or didn't dare to resist power.

In fact, in this world, as long as one's intelligence was normal, there were no so-called honest people. It was just a matter of whether one dared to resist or not.

And to make an honest person do something, reasoning with him, building relationships, or giving benefits were all useless.

The best way was oppression.

Simple and practical because they wouldn't resist.

After solving all the matters, Ron stood alone on the top of the sterncastle, enjoying the pirate ship that was being towed tens of meters behind, and finally smiled contentedly.

At this time, Christie came up holding a longbow and a quiver of arrows.

"Ron, I brought you the bow. But I don't understand. What do you want these for?"

"Thank you!" Ron smiled and took the bow and arrows: "I haven't practiced archery for a long time. Considering that the territory is all forest, it might be useful then. So I'll practice. By the way, take care of me beside me for a while. I want to rest and don't let anyone disturb me."

"OK!"

"Thank you!"

After saying that, Ron found a comfortable position, holding the longbow in his hand, and closed his eyes to check today's gains.

"4,500 Power! I'm rich."

"How many did I kill today? 100 people?"

"Probably not. Maybe more than 90! Calculated based on the 80% yield rate of the bet skill, the average Power of these people was only more than 70?"

"With such little strength, they still dare to be pirates?"

"Forget it. Regardless of these, upgrading is important."

Ron calculated that the second secondary talent could activate three skills, which was a total of 15 Skill Points. Each Skill Point required 50 Power, totaling 750 Power.

"With such a small expense, it's more than enough to even activate the third secondary talent. But don't worry. There's plenty of time. Save the Power first and choose the third secondary talent when needed later."

Thinking of this, Ron exchanged for 15 Skill Points first, and then allotted them to Bow Mastery.

[Super Bow and Arrow]: Passive Skill LV5

Your accuracy, Power, and control of distance in archery have risen to a higher level.

With each level up, the control level rises by one level.

[Eagle Eye Shooting]: Passive Skill LV5

You have mastered archery thoroughly and can attach Qi Force to the bow and arrow to perform long-range shooting. The maximum distance does not exceed 10,000 meters.

[Eagle Eye Partner]: Trigger Skill LV5

Eagles are the best friends of archers. When there are eagle-type animals near you, you can use Qi Force to summon a Qi Force eagle and endow the eagle-type animal with Qi Force to make it extraordinary and domesticate it to be your powerful assistant.

It will obey your orders, scout, attack, and convey information for you.

You can see what the eagle sees and hears through the eagle's eye view and aim and shoot for you.

And the eagle-type animal will acquire corresponding skills due to the Qi Force attribute you bestow.

With each level up, one skill is awakened, up to 5.