The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"I only said I didn't mind, not that I liked it."

Ron was also helpless; he didn't mind, but he couldn't say he liked it that much either.

However, after Fiona said that, he was tempted to give it a try.

Sometimes it's like that; you don't really want to do something, but after being provoked like this, hey, you want to do it.

Ron has always been a man of action and a man of bold ideas. If this doesn't work, he'll make sure the maid in front of him helps him solve his problems next time.

For some reason, Ron suddenly remembered the scene from that day when O'Ville pinched Lucia with her toes, leaving red marks.

Those were truly strong and agile feet...

It's a shame that it's only used for walking.

Also, the dragon girl's tail is very soft and can curl up a lot of things.

hiss....

Ron stopped his wandering thoughts; he worried that if this continued, he would truly become a psychopath...

"You bastard, you clearly love him so much, but you never admit it."

Fiona pouted, looking as if she could see right through the man's thoughts.

She took off her shoes as if possessed, revealing her feet encased in black pantyhose, her pink toes trembling gently inside.

"If the master admits to liking it, the maid might just satisfy the master's fetish."

What's wrong with me?

Why would you do such a shameful thing?

What if Ron really can't resist hugging and biting him?

Thinking of this, Fiona's delicate body trembled slightly, and her pink toes twitched restlessly.

Even if you put it right in front of my mouth, I promise I won't taste a single bite.

Ron knew that his maid was just saying it; it wasn't time for her to offer herself up.

"嘁~"

Fiona rolled her eyes at the man, annoyed.

"What are you thinking, you bastard master? As your personal maid, do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You just want to take advantage of me offering my feet so you can suddenly bite me. I won't fall for that."

After saying this, she put her feet back into the food preservation shoes.

How could anyone be fooled by something so obvious?

That bastard Ron, he'd been eyeing the maid's feet all along...

Although Fiona was thinking this in her heart, for some reason, the image of Ron hugging and nibbling at her inexplicably appeared in her mind...

Gumbling—

She couldn't help but swallow her sweet saliva, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Don't imagine me as that kind of person..."

Ron didn't think he would do that, but Fiona's words made him think otherwise.

If she actually stretched her foot out, he'd at least grab and play with it. As for hugging and chewing on it, Ron felt the food needed to be thoroughly cleaned before he could feel comfortable eating it...

"A maid shouldn't even think about it, after all, that's the kind of person her master is."

Doesn't the maid know what her master is thinking?

In Fiona's eyes, whenever Ron stopped to think, he was definitely thinking about those things.

Ron was also helpless; he was currently thinking about how to further improve his strength.

The potion can produce about thirty holy knights.

There are also potions that can be made for Shadow Assassin, Swift Archer, and Archmage.

By having subordinates consume it, you can obtain three types of illustrations, upgrading the ordinary knight illustration to the holy knight level.

Once I get back, I'll make all the potions and have my subordinates take them so their combat strength can increase rapidly.

However, after purchasing the materials, I ran out of gold coins again.

We need to make a few more batches of inferior potions to sell, and at least purchase all the necessary farm tools, daily necessities, and wheat seeds.

Winters in the far north can reach temperatures of minus 30 to 50 degrees Celsius, so you need to prepare enough cotton supplies, which will cost a lot of money.

A newly promoted Holy Knight must be equipped with at least a longsword made of fine steel, which costs around 100 gold coins, so he needs at least 3,000 gold coins.

You don't know until you become a lord that you need money for everything.

Same old routine: go back and make four or five bottles of inferior potions to sell, and exchange them for gold coins to buy resources for expansion.

Chapter 41: Successfully crafted thirty portions of Holy Knight Potion!

The carriage traveled through the bustling streets and returned to the mansion.

As soon as he stepped off the carriage, Yarman approached him and respectfully reported.

“Young Master Ron, the Dragon Lady has not left the manor, and everything is normal.”

As the Knight Commander, Yarman knew how to protect this place, and he would not overlook any abnormalities.

Even the cooks and maids had to be carefully checked when they came and went.

While this approach is somewhat strict, it prioritizes safety.

"That's good."

Ron patted Yarman on the shoulder and stepped into the mansion.

Following behind, Fiona looked at her older brother and smiled enigmatically.

There was no way around it; Ron's suggestion that Yarman wear a maid outfit was still fresh in her mind.

So much so that now when I see Yarman, I can't help but think about it in that direction.

Yarman ignored his younger sister; he was used to it, because Fiona always did many inappropriate things.

As soon as Ron entered the backyard, he noticed the surface of the artificial lake, which was shimmering with light, and Lucia was lying on her back in the water, playing and spitting out water.

She was like a child who had never grown up, and the artificial lake became her paradise.

Of course, it can't be entirely her fault. The Water Dragon Girl is made of water from head to toe, so she can't stand the heat and prefers to stay in cool water.

This small lake is the only place that can make her feel more comfortable right now.

O'Ville leaned against a willow tree on the bank, dipped her little feet into the water, and gently swayed them.

She squinted, enjoying the gentle breeze caressing her body.

To Ron's surprise, Fria wasn't in the pavilion; he only noticed her after scanning the area.

She was diligently practicing her skills under a fiery maple tree.

Perhaps because she had been kept in a cage for a while and hadn't had much exercise, Fria felt her limbs were a bit stiff.

In order to prepare for a potential crisis, she decided to first get her body back to its best condition.

This way, you'll have a greater chance of winning in battle.

"Mmm, glug~ glug~"

Lucia, lying in the water, wanted to greet the man when he returned, but the water submerged her body, preventing her from speaking.

When she surfaced again, she finally spoke excitedly.

"My lord, did you buy any delicious food on your trip?"

For her, what Ron did was not important; what mattered was whether he brought back something delicious.

She had just eaten eight lamb legs and ten roast chickens at noon, and now she was craving them again.

If she could have a hearty barbecue for afternoon tea, she felt this place would be paradise for the Yalong people.

As long as I'm not treated like a toy to be played with, I'd be willing to stay here for the rest of my life.

Lucia didn't quite understand what the toys were actually for...

"Definitely next time."

Ron had no time to pay attention to Lucia; he was going back to his room to make the potion.

"Okay~"

Naïve Lucia couldn't tell that this was just a perfunctory response and was already looking forward to the next time the man went out.

When O'Ville saw Ron return, she didn't greet him, but her gaze kept drifting towards him.

For some reason, after glancing at the other person a few times, I felt a little nervous, and my tail swayed involuntarily.

This must be caused by the gradually increasing reproductive desire in the body after adulthood.

But how could I have such thoughts about a human being...?

O'Vell found it strange; she thought all humans were ugly, but this particular male human was quite handsome...