The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

“Every year, many powerful and wealthy people in the Kingdom of Saint-Tes die at the hands of the cooks, because they control what we eat.”

The reason he was so cautious was because he had studied history extensively in his previous life, and many princes had died at the hands of cooks.

Even if they don't poison the food, they might add something to upset a chef.

Watching the man's departing figure, Fiona stood there stunned. She suddenly felt that Ron had changed a lot.

The owner seems to have grown up...

Chapter 14 The potion is complete! Lucia, who had a sweet tooth, was dumbfounded after taking it!

It was already noon when we returned from the market.

As soon as I entered the backyard, I saw Philia bending over, her hands supporting the railing of the gazebo, her eyes lowered as she looked at the water.

The summer breeze lifted her long red hair, making it flutter and look full and beautiful from behind.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Fria turned around and saw a man walking towards her, his eyes scanning her unabashedly.

Damn it....

She pulled back her slender waist, turned her head, and looked at the human in front of her.

Ron wasn't embarrassed. He stepped forward and spoke in a deep voice.

"Take them all to the room where they took a bath this morning; I'm going to start making potions."

"Ah."

Fria responded and turned to walk towards the restaurant, where Lucia and the others were still resting.

"Fiona, bring me a small millstone and a basin of pure water."

"Is Master planning to make a potion that arouses people?"

Fiona had an expression that said she knew exactly what the man was thinking.

That damn master! He must not have had enough fun this morning, so he's planning to have some fun before the dragon girl dies...

For some reason, a blush rose on her fair cheeks at that moment.

"It's a potion to save them. Why is Fiona always thinking about those things?"

Ron tapped the maid's head.

"Got it. I'll get it right away."

Fiona pouted, rubbed her forehead, and looked a little aggrieved.

"I... I'll go with her..."

Lilith always felt that the way this young and handsome lord looked at her was strange, more intense than admiration, as if he had found a priceless treasure.

This made her, who was always met with cold shoulders, feel somewhat uncomfortable for a while.

Coupled with what the maid had just said, she wanted to leave.

"No need, you stay by my side."

Ron felt that having her by his side more often would make her feel valued, which would gradually give her a sense of belonging and eventually make her completely loyal to him.

You can never gain a loyal subordinate through coercion or bribery; you can only win people's unwavering loyalty through personal charisma.

"Okay, okay."

Lilith nodded and followed the man into a room with a broken door.

There were three large bathtubs in the room, and water stains remained on the wooden floor, indicating that someone had taken a bath there.

Lilith sniffed the air and sensed a faint fragrance wafting through the room, seemingly originating from the wooden tub.

Curious, she approached the wooden tub to see if there were any flower petals inside, but the tub only contained clear water.

It must be some kind of perfume, Lilith thought.

Actually, no, it's just that after Yalongniang soaked in ordinary water, she left some of her body fragrance.

Tread-tap-

Footsteps approached from the hallway outside the door.

Along with that, there were several dragon roars.

To Lilith, it was the roar of a dragon; to Ron, it became the ancient dragon language he could understand.

Lucia is so sleepy, she wants to sleep more~

"What dragon sleeps in the morning? Lucia, you're too lazy. If you keep this up, you'll become that human's toy."

"No, Lucia doesn't want to become a toy!"

The door wasn't closed. As they approached the doorway, in the interplay of light and shadow, Ron spoke in a deep voice:

"You all wait here, the potion will be ready soon."

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the little dragons with a serious expression.

"understood."

O'Ville's eyes widened in surprise; she suddenly realized that this human was actually quite good-looking.

At least in her opinion, he wasn't an ugly person, and even if he was from a different race, she could accept him.

What I'm thinking is irrelevant; the other person is a human being...

If Ron knew what O'Ville was really thinking, he'd probably say, "Sometimes it's okay to not be human..."

Even Fria's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, but her expression remained indifferent, as if she disliked this human no matter what he looked like.

Lucia was sleepy and dozed off on O'Ville's shoulder, closing her eyes in a daze.

She did this when she was in the tribe: after eating, she would find a cool place to lie down.

I slept until I got hungry... and then continued searching for food...

"Master, the small millstone and purified water have been brought."

Fiona entered the room, went straight to the man, and placed the tools he needed on the wooden table.

"Ah."

Ron responded softly, adjusted his glasses, then put a few dragon snake grasses into the millstone, pounded them into powder with a pestle, weighed them, and poured them into a glass container.

Next, take out a piece of Fiery Glaze, crush it in a millstone, weigh out 20 grams, pour it into a glass container, add 6 drops of gentian flower juice and 80 grams of dragon lizard blood...

Ron's movements were clean and efficient, his eyes were firm, and his expression was focused, which made people feel inexplicably at ease.

This scene left Fiona, who was standing to the side, completely stunned... She never expected her master to be so focused on doing something.

That owner is quite handsome...

O'Ville stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the humans' actions before her; it was the first time she had ever seen humans make potions.

Previously, I only knew from murals that humans would make various potions to enhance their abilities, but now it seems that it was all true.

Phyllis was also surprised; she gritted her teeth, feeling quite emotional...

It's surprising that just any human could make potions; it's as if they were born with a knack for such delicate things.

I wish our tribe had a powerful dragon too...

"Finish!"

Ron picked up three glass bottles, the potions inside sloshing around. Three bottles of potions, three different colors.

One bottle of potion was as red as flames, another as blue as lake water, and the third was brownish-brown.

It matches the colors of the three little dragons perfectly.

This is a potion specially concocted by Ron for the three of them, designed to help them pass through their coming-of-age ceremony.

One bottle per person.

Ron placed the corresponding potion into the little dragon's hand.

Lucia was asleep, and her bottle was still in Ron's hands.

Fria stared at the potion before her, falling into a long silence. She didn't trust that humans would be so kind as to help her and her companions grow to adulthood.

Humans are synonymous with evil and shamelessness; they are like caterpillars in the gutter.

So these potions might be what's controlling us...

Philia thought about it, unsure whether or not to take it.

O'Vell was also caught in a dilemma, because the smell of the potion in the bottle alone made the dragon want to vomit.

"Lucia, I made you a delicious drink."

Seeing that Fria and the others hesitated, Ron waved the potion in front of the innocent little blue dragon.

Sure enough, upon hearing that it tasted good, the drowsy Lucia squinted her eyes and opened her mouth without thinking.

"Mmm~ pour it all into my mouth~"

She was too lazy to get up, but she was very hungry, so she opened her mouth to welcome the food.