The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Fria stared at the man in front of her with her crimson vertical pupils.

"Evil dragon, I'll fight you to the death!"

Having no other choice, Ron didn't want to be humiliated by the dragon in front of his men, so he obediently stood up and said with a smile:

"You guys keep drinking. Xiaolong and I are going to the grove to discuss our life goals."

"Your Lordship is mighty!"

"Truly worthy of being called the Lord!"

Upon hearing this, the knights cheered excitedly.

I feel that my lord is really amazing, he can actually tame these demi-human girls so well.

This sound also caught Fiona's attention. Watching the man's departing figure, she bit her pink lips and muttered to herself.

That bastard Ron! He already has someone of his own, yet he still goes to find Fria.

That bastard....

"Great, the lord is going to get beaten up by Phyllis again."

Lucia munched on a deer leg while looking over with a smile.

She now felt that since the lord was so wicked, he deserved to be bullied.

"Yes."

Perhaps due to the alcohol, O'Ville's cheeks were flushed, and she didn't seem as happy as before when she heard that the man was about to be beaten.

It seemed to have thought of something, and its tail swayed back and forth...

Lilith really wanted to lift her pert buttocks and go to witness firsthand the story that the lord and the demi-human girl had to tell.

But fearing discovery, I had to abandon the idea...

Under the moonlight, Fria, dressed in a fiery red dress, walked briskly ahead, a faint smile on her face.

They seemed to be enjoying the night.

"Damn it, the battle hasn't even started and you're already laughing?"

Ron thought that Phyllis must be thinking about how to beat him up to be so happy.

But what made her happy is probably only known to herself.

"Of course, after all, this is a battle with no suspense whatsoever. Just thinking about you getting beaten up is already exhilarating."

Fria made no attempt to hide her joy; she herself didn't know why she was in such a good mood today.

The wine probably played a part, because after a few glasses, she felt a little lightheaded.

"Come on, I'm all set. Dragon, begin your tyranny."

Ron lay on the ground, acting as if he was completely at Ron's mercy.

"Since you're so looking forward to it, then this dragon won't stand on ceremony."

Fria thought that it might be nice to go straight into the sadomasochistic phase.

"What are you thinking about..."

Although Ron looked forward to the intense heat of the final flames, his real purpose was to improve his strength through sparring.

Clang——

He immediately drew his longsword from his waist, and the originally dull sword suddenly emitted specks of golden light, covering one-third of the blade.

At that moment, it seemed as if the night itself had darkened.

"Then don't beg for mercy now."

Flames suddenly erupted from Fria's body, her hands transformed into dark red claws, and she propelled herself forward with a burst of power from her calves.

The speed was so fast that the flames behind them became afterimages.

Clang——

Although Ron's stats weren't as high as Fria's, his reaction speed was quite fast, and he managed to block the attack.

However, the powerful force still forced him back several steps.

Clang, Clang, Clang——

Fria showed no mercy and launched a relentless barrage of attacks on the man.

Ron was able to hold off for a while, but the attacks that followed became more and more intense.

Ron was beaten several times and was sent flying by a single punch.

However, he is now very strong, and with Fria having held back some of her strength, his self-healing ability will soon restore his injuries.

Seeing that the man's injuries were healing quickly, Fria thought it was a good thing.

That way, the punching bag can keep getting hit...

The night is getting darker.

The duel between the two, one man and one dragon, was drawing to a close.

It eventually turned into Ron being pinned to the ground, with Phyllis riding on top of him and repeatedly punching him in the face.

Ron wasn't stupid either; he kept using his arms to block the attacks.

Although the punches weren't very powerful, Ron still felt his entire arm go numb.

"Evil dragon, that's enough! If you keep fighting, someone will die!"

Ron is now feeling helpless; at least in the past, Fria wouldn't slap him in the face.

I'll just give him a few punches at most and that'll be it.

Ever since that incident, they've been beating people up really hard.

But then again, Ron, that bastard, has only himself to blame!

"If you don't want to get beaten up, you'll know what to do later, right?"

Philia felt her hands were getting a little sore, and she suddenly realized that the man in front of her was actually quite useful.

At least it's very durable.

"I know, I'll rub your tail for you."

"not enough."

"I'll be your dog..."

What should you call me?

"Queen...."

Chapter 133. Under the moonlight, Phyllis is captivatingly beautiful! Her alluring jade feet!

As night deepened, the banquet came to an end.

After a good day, the citizens, having eaten and drunk their fill, returned home and continued to tell stories of how wonderful their lord was.

Most of the knights were drunk and were helped back to the camp by their companions to rest.

Everyone was thrilled by the victory and learned valuable lessons from the battle.

From this moment on, they are no longer greenhorns who have never seen blood, but have become true warriors.

Many people matured considerably after this day; the childishness on their faces was erased by blood and fire, and their eyes became resolute and profound.

This is why some people can be identified as strong just by looking into their eyes.

Because they were people who fought their way out of a sea of ​​corpses and mountains of blood...

Shortly after Ron left, the demi-human women left the dining table and returned to their respective rooms.

However, Lucia and O'Ville still slept in the same room, as they had gotten used to it over time.

After eating her fill, Lucia took a relaxing bath and quickly drifted off to sleep.

"The lord is the worst! I don't like the lord anymore~"

"Ugh~ I don't want the lord to rub my tail~"

Lucia, who was sleeping with her thick tail in her arms, was talking in her sleep with her cheeks flushed.

Perhaps it was dreaming of something interesting, for its tail trembled slightly, and its knees involuntarily rubbed together.

O'Ville blushed upon seeing this.

Lucia, that girl, still loves to talk in her sleep.

But having these kinds of dreams and saying these kinds of things every day is really embarrassing for me.

Gumbling—

Whether influenced by Lucia's words or not, O'Ville's tail began to sway gently.

It seems like they're expecting something...