The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

After all, Lucia has such a big appetite, so it would be a rather unconventional solution if food were scarce.

"How could no one eat it? An eight-legged sheep, just thinking about it makes my blood boil."

Lilith couldn't help but swallow, a hint of madness flashing in her eyes.

She felt that this kind of mutton would definitely taste better than regular mutton.

"As for the side effects, I suspect it may cause mutations in the lambs, such as two-headed or three-headed sheep. Further testing is needed to confirm this."

Lilith thought the sheep's head was quite delicious; a sheep with several heads was practically a work of art.

"Lilith, a three-headed sheep, that's terrifying."

Upon hearing about this side effect, Fiona shuddered and her brows furrowed even deeper.

"According to the Vatican's records, there is a chance that sacrificing three rams will summon the sixty-four evil gods."

According to the records of various religious orders, ten thousand years ago, the continent was ruled by a group of evil gods. They were a great chief god who, along with sixty-four angels, sealed all the immortal evil gods into hell.

However, ten thousand years have passed since then, and whether it is true or false is impossible to verify.

"We don't use it for sacrifices, we can just eat it."

Lilith still insisted that the lamb leg reproductive fluid was a great invention and suitable for promotion throughout the continent.

"Lilith, you can continue the research. As for when to use it on a large scale, we'll see then."

Ron felt that rejecting the witch at this point would dampen her enthusiasm; let her do her research if she wanted, he wouldn't use it himself.

Ron didn't dare imagine what would happen if Lilith were discovered by someone else and used to make all sorts of bizarre elixirs.

Keeping Lilith by my side was absolutely the right decision.

"Thank you for your trust, my lord. I'll go back to my room to study now."

Hearing this, Lilith's confidence soared, and she prepared to go back and begin in-depth research.

"Ah."

Ron couldn't help but laugh as he watched the witch's departing figure.

He only knows how to research secret medicines and divination; he's truly a pure-hearted person.

“Master, you actually allowed her to conduct such bizarre research.”

Fiona crossed her arms, frowned, and looked at Ron with disgust.

"That bastard master must have taken a fancy to this witch's body, otherwise why would he let her do whatever she wanted?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I simply admire Lilith."

Although Lilith has a great appearance, a great figure, and delicate skin, Ron isn't very interested in her right now.

He wasn't even as interested in the maid.

"Tch~ Do you think I, the maid, don't know what my master is thinking?"

Fiona had an air of knowing exactly what was going on with the man.

"You'll find out what I'm thinking when you come to the room."

Ron stretched, got up, and prepared to go back to his room, then handed the potion to the maid.

"You damn master, you've only just finished dinner, and you're already so impatient?"

Fiona raised her chin and glared at the man as if he were a scumbag.

"After a satisfying meal, shouldn't we enjoy life?"

Ron had been to many places today and was quite tired. He felt he really should have his maid help him relax.

"The most disgusting thing is a master who only knows how to coerce his maid with magic potions."

Although Fiona complained, her actions betrayed her. She followed behind, staring blankly at the man's muscular back.

Her heart pounded wildly as she thought about what she was about to do.

"Just tell me if you're coming in or not."

Ron opened the door and stood in the doorway with a wicked grin.

"In order to become a holy knight, the maid can only compromise and help her master solve his problems."

Fiona stepped into the room, her long legs encased in black pantyhose.

"But you bastard master, you can't ask the maid to do more."

"Of course, you know I don't like to force people."

"Yes, that bastard master doesn't like forcing others, he only likes forcing me, the maid who grew up with you since I was a child..."

Chapter 44: Let Fiona choose! Thirty bottles of potions are distributed!

The night is getting darker.

The stars and moon in the night sky shone even brighter, illuminating the traveler's way home.

The night wind, carrying a chill, sneaked into the room through the cracks in the doors and windows, blowing onto Fiona, who was kneeling in front of the sofa.

At this moment, her long, light flaxen hair fluttered gently, her long legs, tightly encased in black pantyhose, trembled slightly, and her expression was charming.

"You bastard master, you're not allowed to stare at the maid like that."

Feeling unbearably ashamed as the man stared at her like that, Fiona's face burned and her delicate body trembled slightly.

"So you can be shy after all?"

Ron watched his maid with great interest, feeling inexplicably pleased.

"Of course, after all, the maid has never had any experience in that area."

Fiona rolled her eyes at the man, annoyed.

"But Master seems to be very familiar with everything, and doesn't feel ashamed at all about that kind of thing."

That bastard Ron must have fed himself to countless women long ago.

Only those with filthy hearts feel ashamed.

Ron, with a solemn expression, began to speak in a serious tone:

"This is a sacred ritual that allows humanity to continue; it is sacred and great."

"Master, your eloquence in this area is beyond my ability to refute."

Damn owner, how can this be described as sacred and great?

Fiona didn't understand, but she was deeply shocked.

"Take the potion."

Ron took a bottle of specially prepared potion from the table; the ingredients were of a higher quality than those used by the knights.

Because when we asked Lucia for the Dragon's Dew before, she was too aggressive and filled a glass container the size of a fist with it.

This resulted in some residue remaining after the potion was made last time.

Ron doesn't want to give it to anyone else, but it's fine for Fiona to take it.

"Master, don't you intend to let the maid help you solve your problems first?"

Fiona has everything prepared; she'll go back and slowly take the potion after she's finished helping out.

"Need not."

Ron, with a serious expression and a stern face, spoke:

“Fiona, this potion was prepared for you long ago. Whether you help or not, it’s yours.”

"As for helping, go back and think it over before making a decision."

Ron's relationship with Fiona was practically a done deal, and he didn't want to force anything.

You need to get your maid to help you wholeheartedly.

We must not let this relationship change.

"You bastard master, why are you suddenly saying such things?"

This completely confused Fiona, who was already kneeling on the ground, ready to go.

Now she's in a dilemma, unsure of what to do.

That bastard Ron! He spent the whole day preparing himself to help, and then suddenly he said something like that.

If you are hesitating, it means you haven't thought it through.

Ron gently patted the maid's head;

"Here's what I'll do. I'll distribute the potions from the box first, and you can think about it carefully in the meantime."

"If you've thought it through, come over and I'll leave the door open. If you haven't thought it through, come back tomorrow morning."

After all, Lilith had divined it, so feeding Fiona was a done deal.

So there's no need to rush.