Well-Endowed, Aren't We? (Please Vote!)

Webster returned to his room, summoned one of his mercenary subordinates, and gave him instructions regarding Ron:

"Once you reach Chaos City tonight, have the office handle His Highness Ron's matter as well. When we arrive in Chaos City tomorrow, arrange a shop on Eckley Street for him directly."

The mercenary nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Commander, the shops on Eckley Street are all highly sought after... and the competition is fierce..."

"That's precisely why it needs to be fierce." Webster glanced at him and said casually, "His Majesty wants His Highness Ron to live peacefully, not run a shop."

The mercenary immediately fell silent. After saluting, he quietly withdrew.

Having lived in the greenhouse of the royal court for so long, he doesn't understand how cruel the outside world is. Let him experience it properly, then he can settle down and be a noble waiting around to eat and die.

Webster did not say those words aloud. He merely thought them to himself.

As for his earlier performance in front of Ron, he had only acted a little reluctant before seeming to make a concession. In truth, he had not paid much at all, yet had made Ron owe him a favor.

Although Ron's favor was not particularly useful, he was still His Majesty's biological son. Making him owe a few favors was never a loss.

Meanwhile, in Ron's room.

I didn't expect it to be settled so easily. Ron lay on the bed, thinking.

To him, that villa was utterly useless. Maintaining it would require hiring servants, which would cost money, so exchanging it for a shop was guaranteed profit.

As for selling the villa?

Leaving aside the fact that he did not understand Chaos City's real estate market, he did not even know how selling a house worked in this world.

Even if others considered exchanging a villa for a shop an extremely unwise decision, for someone with a system like him, it was definitely not a loss.

With the shop settled and the certainty of a fixed monthly allowance of 100 gold coins, Ron was now completely at ease.

Even if the system turned out to be useless, he could still live quite comfortably on 100 gold coins a month alone.

Only at this point did Ron, who had just transmigrated here, finally feel somewhat settled inside.

So he continued absorbing the memory fragments left behind by the original owner, hoping to gain a better understanding of this world's basic circumstances.

When Ron woke up the next day, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

He splashed some water on his face, then looked into the mirror.

"Whoa!"

He staggered back a step in fright, staring at the "himself" in the mirror in disbelief.

Messy light-brown short hair, seductive pale-red eyes, a straight and well-shaped nose, thin and sexy lips, sharply defined facial features, and fair, smooth skin...

Truly blinded by his own earth-shattering beauty!

"This is way too good-looking..." Ron pressed his face close to the mirror and kneaded it from every angle. "And it's completely natural too..."

Ron admired himself in the mirror for a long while, nearly becoming so engrossed in his own beauty that he could not pull himself away.

After taking a bath in the bathroom, he left his room and climbed into the carriage, still muttering under his breath:

"I thought it was just for show, but it turns out I'm seriously well-endowed."

The caravan's journey remained calm and uneventful.

Whenever small groups of bandits saw the emblem of the Glorious Mercenary Group escorting the caravan, they immediately fled.

Even when they encountered a few notorious bandit groups, with Commander Webster holding the fort, there was no need to worry about the caravan's safety.

That afternoon, the caravan arrived smoothly at Disode, Chaos City at the center of the continent.

The entire city was backed by the Bondless Mountains to the southeast, with part of it built halfway up the mountainside. Ravines, cliffs, and other terrain formed natural barriers, while the sections on the plains were surrounded by city walls and heavily guarded.

As the most prosperous commercial city on the Rexis Continent, all kinds of caravans entered and left every day, and many important transactions between races were made here.

People of different races lived together here, with their various customs and habits blending together to form the unique cultural atmosphere of Chaos City.

The city was sufficiently tolerant of every race. Even the brutal and boorish beastmen from the far north could enter this city without obstruction.

The caravan Ron was traveling with was inconspicuous among the crowds, like a drop of water merging into the sea, drawing no one's attention.

After entering Chaos City, the caravan's carriages parted ways with the mercenary group.

Ron followed the mercenary group to their office.

Webster brought him to the office of Jasper, the branch's affairs officer. After giving a few instructions, he left.

As the commander of the Glorious Mercenary Group, he still had many matters to handle. Ron's trivial affairs could be left to his subordinates.

"Your Highness Ron, your shop has been prepared." Jasper had received the relevant information the previous night and had arranged a shop first thing that morning. The deed had long since been prepared. "You only need to sign here."

Ron read it over carefully, signed his name, and tucked the deed into his clothes.

"Can I go take a look at the shop now?"

"Of course. I'll send someone to take you there right away."

After receiving this month's 100 gold coins in living expenses and getting the notification, "Wealth Points: 100," Ron followed a mercenary to the shop.

The shop was located in the Ruby District of Eckley Street. It had three floors and a backyard.

Within Chaos City, Eckley Street was the central avenue running through the entire city. It was divided into several sections and was the most prosperous commercial street in the city, with the most frequent trade.

Among them, the Ruby District belonged to the second tier. Its location could be considered exceptionally advantageous.

"This shop was recently renovated. The first floor has the main hall and front counter, with a storage room in the back. The backyard is beyond the storage room."

"The second and third floors are where the shopkeepers live. The second floor has a kitchen, bathroom, living room, study, two bedrooms, a storage room, and a balcony."

"The third floor also has two rooms: a bedroom and a bathroom."

As Ron listened to the mercenary's introduction, he inspected the shop and nodded. "The third floor is also for living? It looked pretty small from outside, didn't it?"

"Yes." The mercenary explained, "The previous shopkeepers' whole family lived here, so there were more bedrooms. The place was renovated not long ago, and I heard something happened in the owner's hometown, so they were in a hurry to transfer the shop. The mercenary group took it over."

"Mm, so I can move in here today?" Ron asked.

The mercenary nodded. "Yes."

"Alright, then you can head back first. Thanks for your trouble."

After sending the mercenary away, Ron closed the shop door, sat on the sofa in the second-floor living room, and opened the System Panel.

[Main Quest]--[Own a Flower Shop of Your Own]:

"Congratulations, Host, on completing the quest. The quest reward has been deposited into [Inventory]."

"Shop renovation has begun. Remaining renovation time: 11 hours, 59 minutes, 59 seconds."

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