The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

She estimated that she was about 60% full now, but could still eat this much more.

"Lucia, you've eaten too much..."

O'Vell glanced at Ron, who was in the main seat, worried that he might be dissatisfied with his partner's appetite.

"It's alright. I used to eat a whole roasted lamb by myself back in the tribe."

Lucia squinted, recalling the satisfaction of that night.

"It's fine as long as you can eat and work."

Ron saw that Lucia was plump and voluptuous, so he guessed she must have a big appetite, but he didn't expect her to be such a big eater, with the appetite of dozens of people.

He walked over to Lucia and spoke with a smile;

"If you're just eating and not doing any work, I should consider giving you something else to eat, Xiaolong."

"W-what is this? Lucia wants to eat it~"

The simple-minded Lucia is not picky about food; she'll eat any kind of meat.

She's already starting to consider whether she should stop working just to get something else to eat...

"That's enough, Lucia will work hard."

Fria stood in front of her companion, meeting the man's gaze with her crimson vertical pupils;

"Even if she can't complete the task, I will still help her."

"If you still can't finish, will the punishment be applied to you instead?"

Ron looked at the little dragon in front of him with great interest, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

"I will definitely finish it."

That damn human always tries to feed others weird things.

Fria secretly vowed that once the three-year period was over, she would crush the head of the human before her...

"He has backbone, I like that."

Ron stretched and sat back down in the main seat.

Just then, Fiona placed a small wooden box on the table.

It's obvious that her savings must be inside.

"This is the money I saved."

Fiona looked at the man in front of her and slightly raised her chin;

"However, interest will be charged when you repay it later."

"Talking about interest rates is too formal."

Ron opened the box and saw a pile of gold coins and dozens of silver coins lying quietly inside.

The moment he saw the silver coins, he knew that this was all of Fiona's savings.

"I'm just your little maid, we're not that close."

Fiona raised her chin slightly, looking rather arrogant.

How much is this?

Ron closed the box and looked up at the girl in front of him.

"A total of 627 gold coins and 68 silver coins. You will have to return 630 gold coins to me later."

Fiona, looking like a little penny-pincher, had already started calculating the interest.

“I thought it would be much more, but it’s only this little. People who don’t know the situation might think that the Leonard family is stingy.”

Ron said in a serious tone:

"I'm so embarrassed to pay it back. Since I'm too embarrassed to pay it back, I might as well not pay it back at all."

“Damn master, that’s what I used to buy knight potions.”

"Why be a knight? Just be a good maid by my side."

Ron stood up and patted his little maid on the shoulder;

"Alright, Fiona, prepare the carriage. I'm going out to buy materials with your money."

"Understood, you bastard master."

Although Fiona looked disgusted, she still obeyed Ron's every word.

After the maid left, Ron looked at Phyllis and the others;

"You will stay in the manor for now. I will gather the materials and make the potion to help you reach adulthood."

"Understood, we won't wander off."

O'Vell nodded and smiled at the human in front of her.

"Lucia won't run around either~"

The little blue dragon, having eaten its fill, lay on the sofa with its eyelids drooping, looking drowsy.

Fria remained silent, her crimson eyes fixed on the man's departing figure until he disappeared from sight, at which point she turned her gaze away.

"Fria, do you think this human will really help us grow up?"

O'Vell looked at her companion beside her, feeling uneasy. Adulthood was a difficult hurdle for the dragon.

Success can lead to transformation, while failure can lead to death.

This is why, despite their high reproductive rate, there are relatively few adult wyverns.

Aside from those captured by humans, many of the rest never reached adulthood.

"Who knows."

How could Philia possibly understand? From the very beginning, she felt that the human deserved to die.

"Huh~"

Lucia, feeling drowsy, fell into a deep sleep, clutching the thick tail of the two dragons, amidst their conversation, murmuring softly:

"Lucia wants to eat~"

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"Yalman, before I return, do not allow anyone to enter or leave, especially those dragon girls."

Before boarding the carriage, Ron gave orders to Yarman, who was dressed in armor.

"Yes, Master Ron."

Yarman clenched his right fist and placed it on his chest, his expression solemn.

"Ah."

Ron nodded and stepped into the carriage. Fiona smoothed her skirt, gently placing her shapely buttocks, encased in black pantyhose, onto the chair.

"Go to the city market."

After settling in, Fiona gave an instruction to the coachman in front of her.

"Yes."

The groom held the reins tightly with one hand and whipped the horse's back with the other. The horse, in pain, spurred its hooves forward.

This is the last city in the far north of the Kingdom of Saintis, "Winter City".

The walls of Winterfell are 20 meters high and 6.5 meters thick, with arrow towers every three steps and cannon emplacements every five steps, protecting the entire city in the center.

Traces of a battle between humans and the undead a thousand years ago can still be faintly seen on the city walls.

However, since their defeat a thousand years ago, the Undead have withdrawn from the Northern Continent and disappeared into the Misty Sea.

For thousands of years, no one has seen the Undead again. Later generations only know of their existence in ancient books, following the writings left by their predecessors.

But it has been too long, and humanity has long forgotten the fear of being dominated by the undead.

As a result, they began to slack off and even started to expand their territory outside Winterfell.

Ron remembered that in the original story, the undead returned from the far north two years later and swept through half of the Kingdom of Saintis.

Just when humanity was utterly defeated, a female sword saint named "Joan of Arc" stepped forward and, with overwhelming force, wiped out the undead race from the northern continent.

There are so many things that can be done in two years. As long as we develop properly, we will surely be able to defeat the Undead.

Of course, if we could find Joan of Arc beforehand, this future female sword saint, we could just subdue her.

"Master, we've arrived at the market."

Fiona lifted the curtain and stood respectfully to one side.

When she's alone at home with Ron, she occasionally shows a different side of herself, but outside, she does her job as a maid.

"Ah."

Ron nodded, stepped down from the carriage, and heard the noisy hawking of the market.