The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy atmosphere at the dinner table immediately quieted down.

Everyone looked at the map, including Ron.

He only knew the general terrain of the far north, not the details.

Now we'll find a suitable location for development, so we won't have to worry about it when we go to the Earl's mansion to choose a site tomorrow morning.

"Baron Jesse has shown great sincerity in this alliance, even producing such a detailed map."

Elinor Rael, sitting in the second seat, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

This sparked a huge wave of discussion, and everyone began to express their opinions.

"This is the first time I've ever seen a complete map of the far north."

"Baron Jesse is truly selfless, actually sharing such a valuable map."

"Under Baron Jesse's leadership, our alliance will surely win a fertile territory."

The son of a viscount, who does not inherit the title, is usually addressed as Baron So-and-so as a sign of respect.

"These are all minor matters. I hope everyone can achieve a satisfactory result in this expansion."

Turs Jesse waved his hand, then spoke to the man beside him:

"Next, I would like to trouble Baron Wilson Gray to explain the specific situation of the pioneering land to everyone in detail."

Wilson Gray was the second son of Viscount Wilson Lance. He was 1.92 meters tall, with flaxen short hair, striking features, and a robust physique. From a distance, he looked like a mountain.

His skin was dark from years of hunting in the deep mountains, and he had a five-centimeter-long scar on his left cheek. Combined with his tall and muscular physique, he looked fierce and menacing.

The supplies acquired during this expedition were also quite luxurious.

With fifty Holy Knights and three hundred ordinary knights, he himself is very strong. He was promoted to Holy Light Knight half a year ago and is now striving for the Holy Sword Knight rank.

Upon hearing his name, the nobles below began to praise him once again.

Nobles are also very adept at social etiquette and flattery.

Wilson Gray had a serious expression and a rough, powerful voice, like a bull.

"Everyone, please be quiet. I am about to explain the situation in the far north."

The five-centimeter-long scar on his left cheek made him look quite fierce, and coupled with the lack of expression on his face, it inspired fear.

The nobles below all kept silent.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Wilson Gray continued speaking;

"First of all, the most fertile and suitable location for building a territory in the far north is the Amt Plain, which I believe everyone has heard of."

He paused here, glanced at the nobles present, and then said:

"Two earls' sons are involved in this development, and this place will become a hotly contested territory, not one we can take."

"Hurricane Valley is the same. Its complex terrain makes it easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it will inevitably become the focus of contention between the two major earl groups."

This statement was agreed upon by most of the nobles, as everyone was well aware that two counts' sons had participated in this expansion into the far north.

They are the main characters in this game.

"Therefore, Lake Besri is the place we should be considering."

Wilson Gray pointed further north into the frontier, where there was a large lake;

“Lake Besri, where rivers converge, is rich in aquatic products and surrounded by many rocky mountains, making it suitable for building a territory.”

The nobles present all nodded in agreement after hearing this:

"Indeed, with our strength, taking over Lake Besri is no problem at all, and the resources there are enough for us to divide up."

For a time, everyone started discussing it, and there were basically no dissenting voices.

Just then, Wilson Gray, carrying a glass of red wine, strode over to Ron's side with a rough gait;

"Leonard Ron, it's great to have you join the alliance."

His tone was somewhat ambiguous, and his smile was stiff, as if he were forcing a smile through gritted teeth.

“Baron Grey, I am also pleased to join the alliance.”

Ron raised his glass, feigning alarm, trying to look like a startled rabbit.

"Leonard Ron, your hands are shaking. Are you afraid of me?"

Wilson Gray wore a mocking expression.

"I... I'm just a little drunk, yes, a little drunk."

Ron made himself tremble as much as possible.

His reason for doing this was simple: the Wilson family and his own Leonard family were sworn enemies.

The reason is that Ron's grandfather's father killed Wilson's then-head of the family more than sixty years ago during the pioneering war.

The Wilson family never recovered and retreated to a remote place to lick their wounds.

After decades of changes, Wilson's father unexpectedly rose to the third rank and became a Knight of the Sacred Heart.

The family grew stronger and stronger, surpassing all its predecessors. In a battle against a foreign tribe, the Wilson family earned many merits and was granted the title of viscount by the kingdom.

It goes without saying that Wilson Gray wanted revenge for what happened back then.

"Haha, I'm really looking forward to your performance. After all, you have the blood of the Leonard family flowing through your veins."

Wilson Gray felt immense pleasure at seeing Ron's trembling and fearful expression.

They're already thinking about how to completely destroy the other side.

He knew that Ron only had one Holy Knight under his command, and the difference in combat strength was too great to be compared.

In Wilson Gray's view, crushing Ron was no different from crushing an ant.

It all depends on when we make our move.

Upon hearing this, Ron slumped into his chair, his face deathly pale.

When it comes to acting skills, he has never been inferior to anyone.

As for why he should appear weak, the reason is simple: he is already weak.

If you act too aggressively and anger the other party, Baron Grey might disregard expanding his territory and prioritize seeking revenge against you.

Then the gain outweighs the loss.

But don't panic. Wilson Gray only has fifty Holy Knights. Tomorrow we'll buy some materials and concoct thirty to fifty potions. Then we won't be afraid of him.

The nobles present were all aware of the feud between the Wilson and Leonard families; this was already common knowledge within aristocratic circles and was hardly a secret.

Baron Grey's words were meant to warn the nobles against getting too close to Ron.

It is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. In order to avoid being implicated, the nobles who had just been chatting and drinking happily picked up their wine glasses and left this place of trouble.

For a moment, there was no one around Ron.

People are pragmatic, and everyone understands the consequences of offending Baron Grey at this time.

The dinner took place in this atmosphere.

Ron did not leave, nor was he surprised by Wilson Gray's actions. The two families were sworn enemies, and a battle was inevitable.

He began to examine the map from afar, pondering which place to choose as his territory for tomorrow.

There's no need to even think about it; you should avoid these three places: Ambit Plains, Hurricane Valley, and Bethley Lake.

Apart from these few fertile lands, the rest are very barren, and even the slightly better territories are coveted by other nobles.

With their current limited strength, it seems they only have one path left to choose from.

That is the northernmost swamp in the far north, a vast swamp stretching for thousands of miles, with almost no footholds and no place to build territory.

Just because others can't do it doesn't mean Ron can't, because he has the Dragon Girl.

O'Ville manipulated the mud and sand to carve out a territory, while Lucia assisted her in cutting off the flow of water.

Once the territory is well-established, the vast swamp will become the best natural barrier against the knights...

Chapter 22 Ron's Patience! Find Lucia and retrieve the Dragon's Dew!

This banquet brought joy to some and sorrow to others.

The three viscount's sons were delighted, as they could choose to develop more fertile territories first.

Some powerful baron sons were also in good spirits, as it was their turn to choose their territories in the second round, and they were able to select the territories they desired.

Weak nobles had almost no choice, as they lacked the strength to do so; having a territory was already a blessing.

After the banquet ended, Ron left with a solemn expression, which only relaxed once he was back in his carriage.

Of course, this doesn't mean Wilson Gray poses no threat. Before a Holy Knight squad can be formed, we still need to be cautious.

"Master, why do you look so gloomy as soon as you come back?"

Fiona leaned closer and gently massaged Ron's temples.

"The Wilson family is also at this banquet, and if nothing unexpected happens, they will be at a disadvantage against me."