The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"Huh~"

This cannot go on.

O'Ville suppressed her desire to reproduce.

But what she didn't know was that this was a genetic, instinctive need from her body, something that her little dragon couldn't suppress.

The longer such things are suppressed, the more they will erupt like a raging tide, eventually spiraling completely out of control and turning into nothing more than a dragon's weapon, only capable of reproduction...

Hearing the noise behind her, Fria did not turn around and continued training her physical functions.

For some reason, she always felt that the man was staring intently at every inch of her skin with a burning gaze...

We must gouge out his eyes!

Just as she turned her head to check, Ron had already turned and walked towards the room.

He was two seconds late; otherwise, he was indeed looking at her, but not as brazenly as she had imagined. He was merely admiring her in a gentlemanly manner.

When she saw that the man wasn't looking at her, Fria's tense body relaxed.

Watching the man's departing figure, she seemed lost in thought, only her tail swaying gently from side to side...

Ron was oblivious to the subtle changes in the dragon girls, his mind solely focused on making potions.

"Master, do you need any help?"

Having bought so many potions at once, Fiona figured Ron must be planning to make them, and she wanted to help him out.

"No need now, you'll be busy tonight."

When making potions, Ron prefers a quiet environment where he won't be disturbed.

"You bastard master, you can't wait to get the maid's help, can you?"

Upon hearing the man's words, Fiona's cheeks flushed, and she felt incredibly shy, but she still managed to show a look of disgust.

"I knew my master was thinking about this kind of thing all day long. Of course, as my master's personal maid, it's my duty to help you solve your problems."

Ron has probably been hoping for my help for a long time...

Although she complained, Fiona secretly felt a little expectant.

It seems to be looking forward to serving its master more...

"Okay, see you tonight."

Ron didn't actually have high expectations for this; they weren't as high as making potions or obtaining illustrations to improve his strength.

After all, the unpredictable Lilith had divined that Fiona wouldn't eat what she fed her in the future.

Therefore, this matter is practically a done deal.

Sooner or later.

"Master, please don't get distracted by your high expectations for the maid's help."

As she closed the door, Fiona smiled slyly and deliberately licked her pink lips, her expression alluring.

"Whoo~"

Ron took a deep breath, resisting the temptation of the wicked maid, and closed the door.

The most important thing right now is to improve our strength so that we don't have to worry about our sworn enemy, Wilson Gray.

As for Fiona, she can be punished properly tonight.

Ron laid all the materials on the table, filling it to the brim; there were dozens of different materials in total.

He first organized the materials needed to make a Holy Knight to one side, and then categorized all the materials needed to make a Shadow Assassin, a Swift Archer, and a Mage.

Originally, I was missing Ghost Grass to craft the Shadow Assassin, but after a trip to the Earl's mansion, I got it all.

In a sense, the son of the Grand Duke of the North had done him a great favor.

Ron no longer hesitated and began to carefully prepare the potion...

Making potions is a long and tedious process, but it's not boring, because it's a magical item that can transform a mortal into an extraordinary being.

After half an afternoon, Ron had made 25 complete versions of Holy Knight Potion, 3 complete versions of Shadow Assassin Potion, 3 complete versions of Swift Archer Potion, and 3 complete versions of Mage Potion.

There are also 5 inferior, incomplete versions of the Holy Knight's Potion.

Ron originally planned to make three inferior versions of the potion to sell, but he was forced to buy a bottle from the Earl's mansion because he still had one.

If four portions are sold at the same price as last time, they would be worth 5200 gold coins.

After much deliberation, Ron realized that funds were too tight, so he made an extra copy.

This way, we won't be restricted when purchasing resources for development.

These potions are now ready for the Knights to take that night, along with the potions left in the box.

There are a total of 30 complete versions of the Holy Knight Potion.

After tonight, Ron will become a lord with more than thirty holy knights.

Among the sons of a baron, his strength is among the best.

Even against Wilson Gray, the viscount's son, he still has a very good chance of winning.

Chapter 42 That slutty maid has a sharp tongue! She needs to be taught a lesson! (Please continue reading!)

At this moment, the sun was setting in the west, disappearing into the horizon.

The sunset glow, like a spilled ink painting, transformed half the sky into a breathtakingly beautiful picture.

Outside, the sky gradually darkened, and lights from countless homes began to illuminate the night.

Ron, inside the room, looked at the dozens of bottles of potions on the table and let out a long sigh.

Finally, I no longer have to be afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind, and be timid and hesitant.

Apart from a few powerful sons of viscounts and earls, there's not much to worry about regarding the rest.

Once Wilson Gray is dealt with, we can develop peacefully within our territory.

We'll wait until next spring to consider how to divide up this lucrative piece of land in the far north.

"Master, are you finished with your work? The dinner is ready."

A sweet, charming female voice came from outside the door;

"No matter how busy you are, Master, you must eat on time. Otherwise, if your health deteriorates, you will only be able to satisfy your cravings."

It's obvious without even thinking that it must be that wretched maid, Fiona, outside.

"Fiona, I'll let you have your fill of verbal sparring soon."

My maid looks innocent and well-behaved, but she always likes to say lewd things in private.

“The maid said she wouldn’t eat anything her master offered, and she absolutely wouldn’t.”

Upon hearing this, Fiona, who was outside the door, couldn't help but swallow, seemingly having her appetite whetted.

The bastard master always tries to feed the maid weird things.

"If you don't want to be silenced, then don't keep saying things like that."

Ron opened the door and looked helplessly at his maid. Sometimes he wondered if he had heard too much of this kind of talk, causing his personality to develop in a more perverse direction.

I remember that at first I wasn't very interested in the dragon girl, it was Fiona who was always making flirtatious remarks in my ear.

It inexplicably makes me want to give it a try.

Just as Ron wasn't particularly interested in the girl's feet, Fiona insisted on talking about them, even waving her feet, which were covered in black pantyhose, in front of her.

Damn!

If I ever go astray or develop strange fetishes in the future, it will all be because of the maid...

"Damn master, you clearly wanted to do this to the maid a long time ago. Whether you told me or not is irrelevant."

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

"Of course, Master is at an age where he is curious and yearning about these things, so the maid doesn't actually think that Master is a perverted person. Of course, it would be quite fitting to describe Master as a pervert."

Damn owner, he's already getting into heat as soon as it gets dark...

Ron: "???"

He was quite impressed with his maid's sharp tongue.

What he says is always amazing, yet it's hard to find any major faults in it.

"Alright, let's go eat."

Ron didn't want to dwell on this matter. He knew that when Fiona came to his room, she would find out that what he had said during the day would become the bullets she used to attack him.

This is called reaping what you sow!

Unable to win an argument, Ron had no choice but to teach the wretched maid a lesson in his power.

"The master must be exhausted and hungry, having worked hard alone in the room all afternoon."

Fiona followed beside the man, teasing him meaningfully;