The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Ron: "???"

"So, the three-second delay was to deliver his last words?"

Ron's lips twitched; he hadn't expected this guy's potions to be so unreliable.

He decided he would never ask her for the potion again, not even in his next life.

"Although it only delays the injury by three seconds, I still have other potions that can save him..."

Ron was completely bewildered as Lilith pulled out bottle after bottle of potions.

He probably only suffered a minor injury, but after taking bottle after bottle of potions, he'd rather die than live.

When Lucia saw the mushrooms growing on the witch's head, she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of dragon's saliva.

"That mushroom looks delicious."

Although she is a carnivore, she couldn't help but want to try such a novel mushroom.

"Lucia, mushrooms with such bright colors look poisonous."

O'Vell looked at Lilith with a wary gaze;

"Although we can't understand what she's saying, we feel like she's doing something outrageous. We must stay away from this female human."

Fria nodded; she had no intention of contacting any humans unless absolutely necessary.

Soon, the group arrived at the restaurant.

Fiona was already waiting at the door. When she saw Ron come forward, she opened the restaurant door and bowed.

"Master, breakfast is ready. As you instructed, we have prepared roast meat for 20 people."

"Row."

Ron nodded and spoke to Fiona beside him;

"Sit next to me and we'll eat together later."

"Understood, Master~"

Fiona pinched the hem of her skirt and lifted it slightly, crossed her legs, bent her slender waist, and bowed respectfully.

"Lilith, come sit here too."

Although this guy's potions are unreliable, his divination is also inaccurate, so it's still somewhat useful.

Just then, he was struggling with where to develop the swamp.

Let Lilith eliminate one wrong answer first, then the choice will be secure.

"Yes, my lord~"

Lilith also bowed and sat down beside her.

"Little dragons, all that barbecue is yours, enjoy it to your heart's content."

Ron addressed the dragon girls.

"Yay~ Lucia loves barbecue the most~"

Chapter 33: Eliminating one wrong answer, this divination is on point!

The morning sunlight streamed into the restaurant through the half-open window.

Ron and Fiona held their knives, cut their food, and ate in small bites with elegant manners.

Fria and O'Ville don't know how to use a knife, but they eat quite well.

Lucia didn't care about anything else and stuffed her mouth full, leaving no gaps, as if only in this way could she satisfy her appetite.

"So delicious~ So delicious~"

After swallowing a large mouthful of roasted meat, Lucia couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke."

Seeing Lucia wolfing down her food, O'Ville couldn't help but offer a reminder.

"It's alright, Lucia has a big mouth~"

To demonstrate, she opened her mouth as wide as possible, and you could clearly see the muscles in her throat contracting slightly.

Lucia's muscles in other parts of her body are not very developed, but her throat and masseter muscles are well-developed.

Upon seeing this, Ron, perhaps thinking of something, inexplicably burst into laughter.

"Master's eyes are really ruthless, staring at the dragon girl's throat like that."

Fiona, standing to the side, spoke with a look of utter disdain.

"Right now, the master is probably thinking of feeding her strange things."

That bastard owner always has these lewd thoughts.

“Fiona... even eating can't shut you up. I think you're the one who needs to be fed more.”

He panicked terribly when he was planning what to do to her, but now he's saying strange things.

That mouth of hers, talking so much every day, must be quite something.

"A maid would never eat strange things her master feeds her."

Fiona frowned and gave Ron a disdainful look;

"If you dare to do that, I promise I'll bite you hard."

That bastard Ron, he must have wanted to do this to me for a long time...

"Fiona, I've done a divination for you. Lord Ron won't feed you strange things in the future..."

Lilith, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, suddenly felt an urge to perform and couldn't resist taking out her compass to cast a divination.

Upon receiving this result, she looked disappointed, as things didn't go as she had imagined.

"Um... that kind of thing definitely won't happen."

Upon hearing the divination, Fiona's cheeks flushed, but she pretended to remain calm.

This witch was wrong twice, and she probably won't be right this time either.

Knowing my jerk's personality, he would definitely do that to me...

Steady!

Upon hearing Lilith's prediction, Ron's lips twitched. Good heavens, was he really going to do it?

That makes sense, though. The two are childhood sweethearts, and Fiona is all talk and no action. She always says those things, so it must be that he couldn't stand it anymore and let her experience the real thing.

"Lilith, please perform a divination. Which location should we choose when selecting a territory this time?"

Ron wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and took out a simple map from his pocket, which depicted the terrain of the Thousand-Mile Swamp.

This is a sketch that Ron casually made in his carriage last night after leaving the banquet.

The purpose was to study which location to choose as the territory.

Now there are three places he likes, but after thinking it over, Ron eliminated the one that is closest to the far north.

The location there is not bad, but it is more than 300 miles away from the mainland, which is too far, and it will be difficult to trade with merchants.

So now there are only two places left for Lilith to remove one wrong answer.

That leaves only the correct answer.

"No problem, I'd be happy to serve you, my lord."

Lilith stood up, bowed respectfully, and looked quite serious. At first glance, she really did look the part.

Coupled with her attire, she looked every bit like a professional witch.

"Ah."

Ron nodded in satisfaction. In times like these, having her take action was more reliable than any witch.

Even under normal circumstances, a witch's divination is not entirely accurate, as there are too many influencing factors.

It's simpler and more direct to use Lilith, whose predictions are absolutely impossible to make.

"Master, you really want Lilith to do divination?"

Fiona had witnessed the witch's outrageous actions, but what she found even more outrageous was that Ron seemed to trust her completely.

The first time, Ron was predicted to be a woman; the second time, Ron was predicted to die; the third time... well, let's not count it since it hasn't come true yet.

However, Fiona felt that given her master's personality, this kind of thing would definitely happen.

Therefore, how can such a witch be trusted?

"Of course, she is a highly capable and outstanding witch."

It is indeed excellent and outstanding; if used properly, it can be a trump card.

Ron didn't waste any words. He took out a map, placed it in front of Lilith, and pointed to two locations that had already been circled on the map.

"Can you calculate which of these two places is more suitable for building a territory?"