The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Ron is a lord who is very considerate of his subordinates and can observe their every move.

I had already noticed that Fiona hadn't touched the knife much earlier.

He then picked up a knife, carried a large bowl of luncheon meat, and came to Fiona.

"What, you still want me to hand-feed you?"

"Yes, you bastard master~"

Fiona is quite receptive to what men say.

Soon, having finished eating and drinking, she put down her knife, wiped her mouth, gave Ron a disdainful look, then cleaned up the tableware on the long table, took it out of the room in a small cart, and sent it to the kitchen to be washed.

Ron, meanwhile, lay on the sofa, comfortably enjoying a rare moment of relaxation.

Unfortunately, the hunting was assigned to Fria and Shemir today, so after I finished making the potion, I had nothing else to do.

However, the potions are not yet fully made; the potions for the Holy Knight and the Swift Archer are still to be made.

However, there's no need to rush these; they're reserved for the second and third doses of the potion, to be taken ten days or so later.

Following Ron's first batch of takers, this will be the third time he has taken the potion. The first time he took the potion was a while ago, and the next time will be the second time.

Ron had observed their actual combat performance and found that there was still a significant gap between them. Of course, some talented individuals could compensate for the time difference through experience and their own strength.

With nothing much to do today, Ron lay down on the sofa to rest.

Actually, he has had a tough time during this period and has barely had a good night's sleep.

During the day, he has to run around dealing with matters concerning the territory; at night, he has to spar with Fria to improve his strength, soothe the emotions of his subordinates, and help them solve their problems.

I usually go to bed late at night, but the maid comes to wake me up as soon as it's light.

Even a cow would be exhausted by now.

Ron has entered a deep sleep this time....

Unbeknownst to him, while he slept, a figure opened the door and quietly approached...

Chapter 167 Sheryl's Infiltration of the Room! She's Arrested!

The hunting party returned earlier than usual.

We returned to the valley territory two hours before sunset.

Having made a significant discovery, Shemir was eager to find Ron and tell him about the approximate location of the Ice Wolf Clan's territory.

She smelled Ron's scent lingering in the room, so she stepped into the castle and went to that room.

dong dong dong-

"Lord Lord!"

"Lord Lord!"

After knocking several times, there was no response.

This made Shemier very curious, because the smell was coming from this room.

Unconvinced, she sniffed again. This time, being closer to the door, she could smell some ingredients and the distinctive scent of a magic potion.

She could distinguish the smell of the ingredients, but it smelled particularly strange mixed with the scent of the potion, making her tail stand on end as she looked around the room warily.

Under normal circumstances, the lord will respond.

There's no response yet, and the room is filled with a strange smell.

Oh no, could it be that the lord drugged himself while making the secret potion...?

Thinking of this, Xue Mier didn't care about anything else and immediately opened the door and rushed in.

After looking around, I saw the man lying on the sofa, motionless.

Finished!

My lord, you won't!

Shemier panicked and ran forward, her face pale, wanting to check if anything had happened to the other person.

She pressed her fair cheek directly against Ron's face, checking his breathing and body temperature at the same time.

Her face was warm, and her breathing was even...

Ok?

Shermi then realized that the man in front of her was perfectly fine; he had simply fallen asleep in a deep sleep, which was why he hadn't woken up.

Then myself.....

Thinking about what she had done, Xue Mi's cheeks flushed red, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

She immediately lifted her round, pert buttocks, stood up, and prepared to leave the room.

However, he couldn't help but drift off into thought as he looked at the man sleeping on the sofa.

Lord, you're handsome even when you're asleep!

What's wrong with me? The other person is human, and I'm an Ice Wolf. We're completely different, okay?

It was as if an invisible force was drawing me in, making it impossible for me to look away.

Gumbling—

Sheryl couldn't help but swallow, her slender waist slowly lowering as she reached out and gently, slowly, traced her hand across the man's face...

It was just a slight touch.

Her heart pounded wildly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and the whole wolf seemed a little off.

If the lord finds out, it'll be terrible, we're doomed.

But since the lord is currently in a deep sleep, a mere touch to the face should be fine, right?

But the lord's lips are so beautiful too!

After a while, Shemier swallowed hard, reluctantly went to the door, and prepared to leave.

But no matter what, I just couldn't take that step.

Finally, she bit her pink lips, locked the door, and slowly walked to the sofa, gently placing her round, pert buttocks on it.

Now that the lord has entered a deep sleep, he can probably sneak a bite of this large portion of luncheon meat on the table without being discovered.

Gumbling—

Actually, as soon as she entered the room, she saw a large plate of luncheon meat, which she had been craving for a long time.

Of course, this was normal for Shemel. After all, wolves are carnivores, and how could they not be tempted by having meat laid out on the table like that?

In that case, Sheryl won't be polite~

Even if the lord wakes up and finds out, he probably won't be angry, right?

With that thought in mind, Sheryl no longer hesitated, grabbed a large piece of luncheon meat, and stuffed it into her mouth, devouring it with gusto....

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Time flies by, though not so fast, just fast until the sun sets and disappears from sight.

Inside the room, on the sofa, Ron, who had fallen into a deep sleep, felt like he was having a wonderful dream.

He hadn't slept this well in a long time.

In fact, we've been on edge ever since we started this expansion, because no one knows what unexpected crises might occur.

After all, wars of expansion are a matter of life and death, a kind of breeding ground for savagery among nobles. Only the strongest of the nobles can become true lords.

This is the standard for selecting lords in the Kingdom of Saintis: they must be warlike and powerful.

This is quite normal, of course, since the Kingdom of Saintis borders both countries. Although there have been no major conflicts in recent years, there have been constant minor skirmishes, with small-scale battles occurring almost every day on the border.

Therefore, the quality and strength of the lords are very important; after all, even cannon fodder needs to be strong.

As Ron gradually regained consciousness, he felt completely refreshed.

This is the benefit of entering very deep sleep; it can make the mind and body feel peaceful and relaxed.

But he seemed to sense something was wrong. He heard the sound of someone secretly eating something, followed by footsteps that seemed to fade into the distance.

Upon hearing this, Ron knew that someone must have touched the lunch on the table and was preparing to escape.

He immediately gathered his illusory power, broke through the illusory shackles, and opened his eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a familiar room, but there was a figure walking towards the door and about to reach it.

This is a demi-human girl with fluffy ears and a grayish-white tail.

Based on this alone, Ron deduced that it was either Shemir or Muses.

Shemel's figure is fuller and more alluring, while Muses has a more youthful and slender figure; they are different.

Before him stood a voluptuous and alluring figure, and given that Muses couldn't possibly be so bold, Ron instantly deduced who the demi-human girl was, preparing to escape.

"Sheryl, are you just going to run away like this?"