The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Fiona rubbed her forehead, completely disbelieving the man's words.

You have to understand that she and Ron grew up together and know each other inside and out. If he can make potions, how could she not know?

But she suddenly remembered that Ron had bought so many precious materials and made potions for the dragon girls.

"Master, you really know how to make potions?"

Fiona excitedly stepped forward, lowering her voice so as not to be overheard by the pedestrians outside the carriage.

"Otherwise, where do you think these gold coins came from?"

Ron closed the box containing the gold coins and shrugged.

It's fine to tell Fiona about making your own potions; she's tight-lipped and loyal.

Besides, it's difficult to hide this from your personal maid, so it's better to tell her now so she can feel more at ease.

"But where did you get your potion recipe?"

Fiona swallowed a mouthful of sweet saliva, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

She knew that controlling the potion formula meant having an inexhaustible gold mine, enough to build a legion of holy knights.

It can be said that whoever controls the potion formula controls their life.

"Pictured on the roadside."

Ron naturally couldn't tell her the truth, so he just gave her a perfunctory answer.

"Damn master, fine, you didn't tell me anyway."

Fiona raised her little face, turned her head away, and made an expression as if she was ignoring Ron.

Only a few seconds later, she couldn't hold back any longer, turned her head, moved closer, and massaged the man's shoulders;

“Master, since you can make knight potions, please make one for me too. You know, my childhood dream has been to become a powerful knight.”

That's how Fiona is; she starts to fawn over Ron whenever she needs something from him.

“Okay, 1500 gold coins per share.” Ron stated the highest price without hesitation.

"You bastard master, you even cheated the little maid out of her money."

Fiona was annoyed, not expecting Ron to disregard the master-servant relationship and make such an exorbitant demand.

However, upon learning that Ron could make potions, he was so excited that he couldn't stop smiling...

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The carriage sped through the night and soon arrived in front of the banquet hall.

After parking the carriage, Ron took off his outer garment and prepared to change into the evening suit he had prepared in advance.

Dressing appropriately is a basic etiquette for nobles attending banquets.

Ron was no exception.

"Master, let me help you~"

Fiona was about to get out of the carriage, but then she turned back.

"Ah."

Ron did not refuse.

While helping Ron put on his black suit, Fiona occasionally touched him, and she clearly felt that the sensation from her fingertips was different from before.

I remember my owner didn't have so many muscles before; now his body is so hard...

For some reason, Fiona blushed inexplicably, pursed her pink lips, and quietly helped the man put on his clothes.

Okay, okay~

Her voice became much softer, and she lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

"Stay in the carriage and wait for me to come out."

Ron gave an instruction to the maid and then got out of the carriage.

"Yes, Master~"

Fiona bowed slightly, watching the man's back until he completely disappeared before turning her gaze away.

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Wearing a top hat, carrying a cane, and dressed impeccably, Ron entered the banquet hall.

This banquet hall is large enough to accommodate forty or fifty people for dining.

Three tables were placed in the center of the hall: a small round table and two long rectangular tables.

The small round table was reserved for the three sons of the viscounts, the seats of the initiators of this banquet.

The second, slightly smaller square table was reserved for nobles who had five or more holy knights under their command.

The third, largest square table has no restrictions; any local settler can sit there.

Dining tables were divided into different classes, as was the case with the nobility, who were accustomed to clear class distinctions.

Ron only has one Holy Knight, Yarman, so naturally he can only sit at the third table.

The banquet was about to begin in five minutes, and all the nobles who were supposed to be there had arrived.

After Ron sat down, Boris Hayden, who was sitting next to him, greeted him with a smile;

"Ron, you look great today. It seems like something happy happened."

He was dressed in a well-fitting suit, his hair was neatly combed back, and his leather shoes were gleaming; it was clear he had dressed up carefully before going out.

"You know, expanding territory is all trouble, there's absolutely nothing to be happy about."

Ron raised his wine glass and clinked glasses with the other person.

"Haha, that's certainly true. For powerful nobles, this is a feast."

Hayden sighed;

"I just want to peacefully develop a small territory."

This is the thinking of most minor nobles, because everyone is aware of their own strength.

"Who can argue with that? If we stick together, we might be able to get a decent territory."

Pullman Kyle, who was further away, couldn't help but speak up as well.

Like the nobles present, he was dressed in a well-tailored suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

Weak nobles fighting alone are easily swallowed up by stronger nobles.

Expanding territory is brutal; the analogy of big fish eating small fish and small fish eating shrimp is most apt.

And so they continued drinking and chatting.

When the time was almost up, the three sons of the local viscounts came out from the inner room.

They were the initiators of this banquet.

"Gentlemen, let us raise our glasses and toast to this wonderful evening."

Turs Jesse raised his wine glass and glanced around.

He was a full 1.8 meters tall, with a slender build, a thin face, sunken cheekbones, and a head of slightly wavy, flaxen hair that shone brightly under the lights.

With a small mustache and a gentle expression, he gave the first impression of a very gentlemanly nobleman.

Of course, his speech and behavior were indeed very gentlemanly.

He was the second son of Viscount Tours Band, whose eldest son inherited the land and title.

The Viscount Tulls Band's favorite son was provided with extremely generous resources for this expedition.

The entire force of one hundred holy knights and five hundred ordinary knights was the strongest among all the pioneering lords present.

Therefore, he naturally gained more say.

The pioneering lords present stood up one by one and raised their glasses;

Cheers to a wonderful night!

"Alright, gentlemen, the banquet is now officially open."

Chapter 21 The Incursive Feud of the Wilson Family! Target: The Thousand-Mile Swamp!

As the banquet began, at the tables, well-dressed nobles toasted each other, their faces flushed with alcohol.

When they had almost finished drinking, two knights in gleaming armor pushed in a signboard.

A map was nailed to the signboard.

Turs Jesse stood up, walked to the signboard, and spoke with a smile;

"Gentlemen, we are now going to formally conclude the alliance and the selection of settlements."