The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"Hahaha."

The two looked at each other and smiled, both agreeing that the other was a humorous person.

After Ron left, he headed towards the location he remembered, and along the way, he didn't miss any of the materials he came across for making potions for other professions.

However, they didn't pluck them all; picking about ten or eight plants was enough.

Because I'm afraid I won't be able to fit too many in my bag...

Along the way, Ron encountered many materials he wanted to pick, but due to the difficulty of carrying them, he had to reluctantly leave and head to the flower garden where Ghost Grass was planted.

This time, Ron picked all 32 ghost grass plants from the entire flowerbed.

"Huh~"

After picking them, Ron felt all his earlier frustration vanish.

As a member of a lower-ranking noble family, he was constantly suppressed at this banquet.

Forced to buy magic potions, forced to lead farmers away.

They are forced into everything in their lives, and crucially, they have little power and cannot resist.

I've taken so many materials today, consider it interest. I'll settle this score another day.

At Ron's rate of development, it won't be long before he's no longer oppressed everywhere.

May you soon turn the tables and become the masters of your own destiny!

When we left the Earl's mansion, we were not questioned at all. Everyone here was a nobleman and gentleman, and no one would do something like stealing.

Just a few steps outside the door, Fiona, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, jogged up to greet me.

"Master, is something going wrong?"

When she first met Ron, she had a faint smile on her lips.

But upon getting closer, Fiona noticed the man's furrowed brows and knew that something must have happened to her master.

"Things have all gone relatively smoothly so far."

Ron sighed, his face full of melancholy, and said:

"There's no problem with the territory, it's just that Wilson Gray chose it to be located on our inevitable route."

At this point, his eyes narrowed.

"In other words, it will be difficult for us to get in and out in the future, and we are only thirty or forty kilometers apart, so he can call us at any time."

It is indeed difficult to get in and out.

He actually hoped Wilson Gray would attack, so he could take advantage of the terrain and eliminate him with fewer casualties.

"what!"

Upon hearing this news, Fiona's mouth dropped open, and her face immediately turned rather pale.

"What can we do then, Wilson Gray? We have a full 50 Holy Knights, and our combat strength is completely unequal."

I thought expanding my territory would go smoothly, but the situation turned out to be so complicated.

"What can we do? We can only hope that when they attack, you won't be the first to run away."

Ron plopped down in the carriage, looking utterly helpless.

"But what can a little maid like me do..."

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, Fiona's cheeks flushed slightly.

If things really turn out like this, at least we should leave Ron with a child...

Gumbling—

She couldn't help but swallow, seemingly considering the feasibility of the idea.

As she thought about it, her upper legs, tightly encased in black pantyhose, involuntarily closed and then trembled slightly...

Chapter 40 The maid reveals her feet encased in black bodysuit stockings!

The rolling wheels rolled over the mottled stone road, speeding towards the mansion.

Inside the carriage, Ron looked at Fiona, whose body was trembling slightly and whose cheeks were flushed, with a puzzled expression.

Ron: "???"

Talking about fighting and killing, did that make you feel good?

"Fiona, I'm talking about something serious. What's going on in your head?"

Ron suddenly felt that he couldn't understand his maid anymore.

"Of course, they took advantage of the enemy's attack to loot all of the master's property and escape."

Fiona pouted and snorted coldly:

"Think about it, if things really come to that, it's better for the maid to get the gold coins and treasures than for the enemy to get them."

She spoke logically and with a serious expression.

"If that's the case, then I need to consider whether I should change the maid."

Ron inexplicably thought of her older brother, Yarman, and couldn't help but laugh;

"How about this: after you are promoted to Holy Knight tonight, you will take over Yarman's position and become the Knight Commander you've always dreamed of, while Yarman takes your place in a maid outfit."

"Forehead..."

The image of Yarman dressed as a maid involuntarily appeared in Fiona's mind.

Just thinking about it makes me laugh out loud;

"You jerk, master, please don't joke like that. The maid might take it seriously."

Fiona certainly wanted to be a knight commander, but compared to being by her master's side, she still felt that being a maid was better.

"Okay, enough with the jokes."

Ron stretched comfortably:

"Have all the materials I listed been purchased?"

That's the most important thing right now. As long as we have enough materials, making a batch of potions will be a piece of cake.

"Of course, the maid is very meticulous in her work."

Fiona stood up, smoothed out her skirt, squatted down, and dragged a brown wooden suitcase from the stool;

"All the materials the master needs are here."

Is it really that flawless?

Hearing Ron's subconscious teasing remark was an instinctive reaction from a proper gentleman.

At first, Fiona didn't react, but after understanding its meaning, she immediately looked at the man in front of her with an expression of looking at scum.

"Master is really insatiable, he starts flirting with the maid anytime, anywhere."

She looked helplessly at her fair and slender hands;

"Looks like my hands are going to suffer tonight."

Tonight I'm really going to have to face that kind of thing~

Gumbling—

Thinking of this, Fiona couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of sweetness.

"If you're worried about your hands, I wouldn't mind if you used your feet instead."

As a gentleman, Ron found the maid's feet, encased in black stockings, to be rather alluring.

"No wonder my master likes to look at my legs, so he has this peculiar fetish..."

Fiona frowned, looking at the man in front of her;

"A master who likes maids' feet is too lewd. Of course, a maid would never agree to such a thing."

She gave a sly smile as she said this;

"So the master can see and think, but cannot touch, let alone do anything strange with the maid's feet."

How come I never noticed before that Ron had this kind of fetish?

Of course, this kind of thing is very common in aristocratic circles. It is said that some nobles would play with and kiss their maids' feet every day...

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

At this moment, Fiona's face was burning, and her pink toes, encased in black pantyhose, were fidgeting restlessly.

She seemed very scared, worried that the man in front of her would pounce on her and bite her...

Ron isn't that twisted yet, so of course he wouldn't do that.

after?

Ron couldn't guarantee that...