The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

If I were out buying supplies by myself, it definitely wouldn't be as interesting as it is now.

"You, you should find someone else. Lucia will definitely lose."

She wasn't as stupid as people thought; knowing she was outmatched, she didn't choose to fight.

Of course, the real reason is that she doesn't want to become the man's weapon.

Lucia felt that just pinching the tail was comfortable enough.

She didn't dare to imagine what she would become if things continued like this.

"Lucia, if I deliberately lose to you, will you force me when you come of age?"

Ron's mind is unconventional, and he always comes up with strange ideas.

Of course, this might be because he's spent too much time with those lousy maids.

"No, I can't. I'm a dragon, and you're a human. You can't do that kind of thing."

Lucia never imagined that she would find a human partner after she grew up.

But then she realized that the man in front of her was actually quite handsome, strong, and an excellent lord.

This is where Ron's dragon affinity comes into play; otherwise, under normal circumstances, there would be a genetic rejection reaction when crossing species.

When Yalongniang looked at other humans, she thought they were ugly and unattractive because they didn't have scales.

However, due to the dragons' affinity, they found Ron to be the only exception, and the more they looked at him, the more pleasing he became...

"Haha, look how scared you are."

Seeing Lucia's increasingly tense expression, Ron couldn't help but laugh out loud;

"I was just joking with you about what I said earlier."

Know when to stop; it would be impolite to continue teasing them.

"Oh, it was just a joke."

Lucia paused for a moment, then patted her ample bosom and let out a long sigh.

"I thought the lord was planning to do something to Lucia~"

It was just a joke.

I knew the lord wouldn't force me~

"My lord, Lucia is hungry~"

If she hadn't been so nervous, she would have spoken up much earlier. Now that she's stopped, the first thing she thinks about is food.

"We'll be at the restaurant soon."

After leaving the Black Iron Weapons Shop, Ron had already instructed the coachman to head to a very famous restaurant in Winterhold.

"Yay, Lord is so kind~"

Lucia shifted her plump hips and sat down next to the man, her face full of joy.

For her, as long as there is food, she is happy.

"arrive."

The carriage stopped at the restaurant entrance. Ron lifted the curtain and spoke to Lucia behind him.

"Try to keep quiet at the restaurant later, or I might not be able to respond to you."

With so many people around, if Lucia were to communicate in the ancient dragon language, it would sound like she was uttering a dragon roar to outsiders.

That's really ungentlemanly and will easily attract attention.

"Don't worry, my lord, as long as Lucia's mouth is full of delicious food, she won't be able to speak~"

Lucia playfully opened her mouth, revealing her pink tongue.

As she swallowed, Ron could clearly see the inner walls of her throat contract slightly...

Such a beautiful mouth, it's such a waste to only use it for speaking...

Chapter 58 A Small Gathering of Northern Nobles! Minor nobles are like ants!

Under the sunlight, people come and go on the streets.

Ron led Lucia into a restaurant called "Bates".

This restaurant is high-end and is mainly frequented by nobles and wealthy businessmen.

Ron had been here a few times before and thought the food at Bates was pretty good.

So I'm going to take Lucia to try it out.

"Hello sir, welcome to Bates. May I ask how many people are in your party today?"

As soon as I entered, a young female receptionist in uniform bowed and greeted me with a smile.

"Gentlemen, could you find me a quiet spot?"

Ron took two silver coins out of his bag and handed them to the receptionist.

In such restaurants, tipping the waiters is common sense, and of course, nobles are happy to do so.

This better reflects their nobility.

"Sir, thank you for your generosity. This way, please."

Tips are arbitrary; some people are used to giving copper coins, but Ron didn't have any, so he just took out two silver coins.

Money comes easily, and you don't feel bad about spending it.

The waitress, now emboldened by the two silver coins, became even more eager to ensure the generous gentleman before her had a perfect dining experience.

"Ron."

Just as Ron was about to sit down, a voice came from his right.

He turned his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came, and saw five young noblemen in suits sitting around a round table.

"It's so nice to see you before heading to the frontier."

At the dinner party last time, Boris Hayden, who was sitting next to me, got up, came over, and greeted me with a smile.

"I'm also very happy to see you again."

Ron was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected to run into a group of minor nobles from the North having a meal here.

"I'm hosting a small gathering today, Ron, why don't you come and chat with us for a bit? Opportunities like this won't come often in the future."

Boris Hayden spoke with a sincere expression:

“I also want to apologize to you for the dinner last time. In that situation, I had no choice but to face Baron Grey.”

He sighed repeatedly as he spoke of the later part of the story;

"If it weren't for this incident, I think we would have become very good friends."

Few of the nobles who participated in territorial expansion were fools; on the contrary, they were all cunning old foxes.

People like Boris Hayden are clearly adept at saying one thing to one person and another to someone else, trying not to offend anyone.

Although everyone considered Ron to be practically dead, no one wanted to antagonize him.

After all, in a pioneering war, no one can predict what might happen.

It has happened before that minor nobles would participate in expansionist wars, conquer large territories, and become legendary lords.

“Mr. Hayden, I can understand what you did back then.”

Ron was telling the truth. The situation was special at the time, and no one wanted to offend a pioneering lord who had fifty holy knights.

"That's good, Mr. Ron. Please have a seat."

Boris Hayden pulled out a chair and extended a sincere invitation.

Seeing the invitation, Ron did not refuse. After sitting down, he patted the stool next to him, gesturing for Lucia to sit down as well.

Lucia was already planning to sit next to them, so without any hesitation, she lifted her plump buttocks and pressed them heavily onto the wooden stool, quietly waiting for the delicious food to arrive.

“Mr. Ron, you seem to be in better spirits these past few days.”

Pullman Kyle greeted him with a smile.

"Mr. Kyle, what are you saying? I'm so worried about the pioneering work that I can't sleep at night."

Ron sighed heavily, seemingly having no hope for this expedition.

"Unfortunately, we were too weak, otherwise we would have definitely sided with you back then."

Pullman Kyle's statement was false, but his weakness was true. The sons of the barons present each had three or four holy knights under their command, plus about a hundred ordinary knights.

It is the worst among the pioneering lords.

If they don't join the Northern Alliance, anyone can take advantage of them.

If they knew that Ron, who only had one Holy Knight just two days ago, now commands more than thirty Holy Knights, they would probably be astonished.

“Mr. Ron, I hope you can get through this crisis.”