363 Caravan_1

Early morning at the City Lord's Mansion of Alfalfa City.

Ron pushed away the strange woman wrapped in sheets beside him. His gaze quickly swept over her exposed fair skin, without lingering.

However, the woman still acted coyly and coquettishly.

Clink.

It wasn't until Ron tossed her a few silver coins that the woman stopped pestering him. She smiled cheekily as she got dressed and left the room.

Ron rubbed his slightly aching head and put on his nightgown. He went over to the floor-to-ceiling window of his bedroom and yanked the large curtain open.

The sun was shining brightly outside. It was another beautiful morning.

Unfortunately, Ron's mood could not be described as beautiful.

He had been appointed as the City Lord of Alfalfa City by Queen Isa for almost half a year. Ron's previous zeal had been extinguished by the cold harsh reality.