As the most prosperous city in Nälancer, Ilvonburg encased a deep-water harbor in its body, with only a narrow waterway just large enough for three ships to connect to the open sea—and on each side of this waterway was a small fortress with hundreds of soldiers and several guns stationed on a daily basis, guarding Ilvonburg.

Moreover, the island where Ilvonburg is located is a habitable island with sweet water, so in addition to all kinds of seafood accidents in the coastal waters, Ilvonburg is also extremely famous for its beef and mutton.

"Cheers!"

"Let's rest for a day and then send the goods over!"

It was getting late, and the inner gates of Ilvonburg were closed, so Ron and his party had to stay at the Seagull Hotel in the docklands and then head to the inner castle the next day.

And the seemingly dilapidated Seagull Hotel gave Ron and the others quite a surprise - because this inn not only has all kinds of freshly grilled seafood, but also freshly slaughtered lambs, the meat is tender and smooth, and it is poured with a certain sour juice that is a specialty of Nlanthel Island, not only is it not fatty, but it melts in the mouth, which makes Sibo and Yami very addicted, and even Broken Tooth is very happy.

............

On the other side, James Wren was frowning as he handled the fight.

The stony hill path was covered with blood, and several natives lay on the ground with the expressions on their faces in a state of frenzy when they had died in battle.

At James Wren's side was the person in charge of the defense of Fort Ilfon's, who was following him sweaty, ready to answer at any moment.

"How many losses are there?"

In a cold tone, after seeing the enemy's losses, James Wren asked with a frown - although he is usually kind, but once he enters the working state, he will transform into the feeling of the ice cube at the moment - so the person in charge behind him wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and immediately reported a number.

"It seems to be the elite warrior of the Night Pupil Tribe!"

"However, they haven't had a fight with Ilvonburg for three whole years!"

"So you're going to re-attack in the current state of peace?"

The figures reported by the person in charge surprised James Wren, and when compared with the indigenous warriors on the ground, James immediately came to a conclusion - but such a conclusion was very likely to shake the peace of Ilvonburg at the moment.

The Nerainsel archipelago is made up of hundreds of islands, some of the larger ones with their own names, as well as indigenous people.

This is the case on the island of Ilvon, where Fort Ilvon is located, where an indigenous tribe known as the Night Pupil lived for generations before Fort Ilvon was founded – and there was even a fierce ethnic conflict during the establishment of Fort Ilvon Wren by the island's namesake.

Fortunately, after decades of fighting, the progress of integration between the races gradually outweighed the hatred, and many natives of the Nightpupil tribe found their place in Ilvonburg, and only a few members of the Nightpupil tribe still retained their hatred for Ilvonburg. But the most recent attack was three years ago.

"Cheer everyone up! Be ready to fight at any time!"

"Since the Night Pupil Tribe dares to attack, let them pay a heavy price full of blood!"

"Understood!"

In the face of the ruthless James, the guards beside him showed adoring eyes and responded loudly - after the former city defense officer stepped down, James Wren used cold means to make the stubborn natives understand that the people of Ilvonburg are not fat sheep to be bullied casually, and any actions that do not follow the rules will pay a price!

............

A good night's sleep.

With his divinity, Ron only needed two hours to regain his full energy, but he remained in his room until dawn. However, she was not idle, but immersed herself in the space of the Heart Lake, chatting with the wise Odom.

I have to say that Odom is worthy of the name of a wise man, and with just a little mention, it can deduce the entire context of the incident - and in the face of the pet beast that occupied the past, Ron did not have too many concerns, but told Odom about the events after he came to this world, and Odom's feedback also gave Ron a lot.

So after multiplying the tenfold conversation in the middle of the night, Ron finally completely decided what he needed to do in the future - he had obtained the divinity of wind, so he naturally needed to obtain the other three divinities, earth, water, and fire, and raise his professional rank to legendary.

Then, it's time to travel to the astral plane to ignite the divine fire, and at the same time melt the Hearthstone into your own small world!

"Gala~"

Earlier than the sun rises on the mainland, the heavy wooden doors of the inner city of Ilvonburg slowly open, revealing the garden-like stone buildings within—and the Ron trio is aiming for the tallest and most luxurious of the hundreds of houses inside.

"Welcome!"

"Welcome to my city!"

In the spacious hall of the city lord, hundreds of candles illuminate the entire hall as if it were daylight, and the great pioneer who founded Ilvon Castle, Ilvon Wren, is sitting on his throne, smiling at the crowd.

Ron, on the other hand, couldn't help but show a look of surprise when he saw the city lord - because unlike what he thought, this noble pioneer city lord was not a human, but a halfling.

As we all know, due to the personality and racial characteristics of the halflings, the entire world of Torrell has not yet appeared as a halfling nobleman, and the appearance of this Ill city lord immediately opened Ron's heart - perhaps the appearance of the halfling kingdom is no longer far away, because they have already begun to take steps to try.

"Honorable Lord of Il!"

"This is the item that the Archbishop of the Church of the Lord God has entrusted me to bring to you!"

Without much noise, the halfling bard Sibo walked forward slowly, and at the same time pulled out a small paper package from his bosom—a package so small that it still occupied only a small part of the halfling's hand, comparable to that of a human child.

But from this paper package, Ron felt a powerful power that he had never felt before, and even the wind divinity that had been fused with his soul in his body was ready to move, as if it would be separated and absorbed by the items in this paper package at any time!

"Thank you!"

"I just need it!"

The status of a high-ranking legend is not inferior to that of a city lord, not to mention that Xibo is also the envoy of the archbishop of the halfling main god Yudala Church, so the city lord of Il stood up from his throne, Kaisu stepped down the stairs, and took the paper package.

As for his own safety, the city lord of Il did not take it to heart - Xibo and Yami had already handed over their weapons, fully indicating their attitude.