The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Ron now understands more clearly the truth that controlling potion recipes is controlling the world.

Just one expansion campaign brought in over 400,000, and there are also daily sales to various parts of the North.

No wonder the Earl's mansion is so luxurious; the reasons are all here.

Hard!

The fist is hard!

These noble lords who control power, wealth, and potion formulas deserve to die!

Of course, there's no need to be too envious.

Given enough time to develop, Ron can build a powerful force, and then he will be the one selling potions to the various nobles.

I believe it will be achieved soon.

After the potions were purchased, the banquet officially began.

Maids in uniforms filed in, carrying various delicacies.

These maids were all young and beautiful, with slender figures, and they swayed their hips and twisted their groins as they walked.

The nobles and gentlemen stared at him with such longing that they practically wanted to hug him and kiss him.

If they were at their own residence, they would definitely do that.

If it's at the Earl's mansion, then forget it.

Everyone simply admired the group of charming maids with gentlemanly eyes.

After reading it, Ron started to think about whether he should also create a maid troupe in the future.

Ideally, it would be a maid troupe of different races, including dragon girls, cat girls, animal-eared girls, cow girls, and fox girls—all of them should be included.

Just thinking about it is exhilarating.

Of course, Ron didn't intend to just go up and hug and kiss him...

The banquet was lavish, featuring red wine, steak, beef tongue, foie gras, and deep-sea fish—all expensive ingredients.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us raise our glasses together to celebrate this special day."

Hilton Byrne raised his glass, stood up, and laughed heartily;

"The pioneering campaign will end in eight months, and we will hold a banquet here again. I hope everyone can attend."

"cheers."

The nobles present all raised their glasses, tilted their heads back, and drank the wine in one gulp.

The banquet officially began.

The nobles ate and chatted about exploration.

Because of Wilson Gray, no one at the table spoke to Ron.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all; on the contrary, he felt relaxed and continued to drink and eat meat as usual.

The banquet lasted for a full half hour, just when everyone thought they could leave and prepare to gather supplies.

"There's something I'd like to ask you all."

Hilton Byrne wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, glanced around, and said with a troubled expression:

"In the backyard of the mansion, there are more than 20,000 farmers from various villages and towns in Winter City. They have learned that the far north is about to be opened up and are preparing to find a lord to rely on."

He sighed softly as he said this;

“I understand everyone’s difficulties. After all, there are less than three months left before the snow and ice cover everything. Such a short time is not enough to grow wheat.”

"But I still can't bear to see those kind farmers not make it through this winter, so I hope that you future lords will think of a way to help these farmers."

Chapter 39 Gathering Materials at the Earl's Mansion! This can be considered compensation for being oppressed!

These tens of thousands of farmers have arrived in Winter City over the past two weeks.

Under normal circumstances, when expanding their territory, lords would compete to settle farmers, because development is only possible with their own people.

But this year's exploration in the far north is different. Everyone believes that in three months, the ice and snow will cover everything, and the ice and snow season will last for four or five months.

If farmers are resettled now, they will have to provide food for an additional four or five months.

Moreover, they had almost no work to do during this period.

How could those high-ranking noble lords possibly support these people for nothing?

Given the uncertainty of whether they could survive the winter, and adhering to the principle of spending money wisely, everyone seemed to have agreed beforehand.

There are no plans to resettle the inhabitants.

Upon hearing this, the nobles were speechless with bitterness and had to praise Hilton Byrne for his kindness and compassion.

There was no other way; since the matter had been put on hold, we had no choice but to comply.

Rather than provoking the displeasure of a count, people were willing to spend more gold coins to settle these farmers.

Gold coins can be earned again, but once you lose your life, it's truly over.

On the contrary, Ron was the happiest, preparing to recruit people after the banquet.

After all, he knew that this year's winter was more than a month later than usual.

The timing was just right for the wheat to ripen.

Others waste food feeding farmers, but Ron can arrange for them to work as soon as he arrives.

The differences are not the same.

So he wasn't against it, which saved him the trouble of finding his people later.

After some discussion, it was decided to distribute the spoils per head, with each person receiving approximately two hundred people.

Hilton Byrne gave them ample time to come and take the people away within three days.

Of course, the people are not given anything for free. They need to be given enough food and some silver coins so that they can purchase their daily necessities.

Of course, these are not the biggest expenses; the biggest expense is food for four or five months.

Due to its topography, the northern region has low yields of crops such as wheat, which indirectly leads to higher grain prices than in other regions.

Over four or five months, each person would consume approximately 2-3 gold coins, so for more than two hundred people, that would amount to five or six hundred gold coins.

Apart from a few wealthy families, the rest of the nobles felt a pang of heartache just thinking about it.

Some people have even started to have wicked ideas, planning to take this group out of the city and abandon them somewhere...

Ron, on the other hand, thought two hundred subjects were too few.

If we get four or five hundred, then we can expand our territory much faster in the future.

He began to think that on the way to the settlement, he could see if anyone was unwilling to take over the people and could help share the burden.

They would gladly hand over their damned subjects for free if they just asked.

With the issue of the people settled, the exploration of the far north officially began.

Winterfell will be very lively these next few days.

Once the settlement is determined, each noble family will purchase the necessary supplies according to their own circumstances before officially setting off.

The banquet was almost over, and Hilton Byrne had already left.

After he left, many nobles followed suit.

Only a small number are still here discussing the expansion of territory.

After leaving the Earl's mansion, everyone left by carriage, except for Ron.

"Sir, this is quite a distance. Are you sure you want to walk?"

The carriage was being driven by a Holy Knight, who kindly offered a reminder out of consideration for the other party.

"Of course, I'd like to fully appreciate the scenery of the Earl's mansion."

Ron politely extended his hand;

"Thank you for reminding me. My name is Wilson Gray."

The reason he deliberately lied about his name was because what he was about to do was likely to be discovered.

After all, he might be the only person who doesn't ride in a horse-drawn carriage.

If Earl Burn discovers that valuable materials in the courtyard have been stolen, and that Wilson Gray stole them, what does it have to do with me, Leonard Ron?

"Hello, Mr. Gray, my name is Truy."

The knight named Trui nodded and smiled as he spoke:

“Mr. Gray, you are the second most respectable gentleman I have ever met.”

Ron smiled upon hearing this;

“Knight Trui, you are the second most loyal knight I have ever met.”

First and foremost is his own Yarman; no one is more loyal than him.