The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

With his neat short hair, Burke Tyron spoke sincerely, as if he were genuinely worried about Ron's plight.

"Thank you all for your kind offer, but now I can only take it one step at a time."

Ron thought that when these people went back to see Wilson Gray, they might tell him about their current situation.

So he's deliberately showing weakness now in order to conceal his true strength and lull Wilson Gray into a false sense of security.

That way, when they face each other again, they can use a surprise attack to achieve a decisive victory and annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop.

"Sigh, let's not talk about this sad thing anymore, let's talk about something else."

Ron changed the subject, not wanting to discuss the matter further.

"really."

Boris Hayden nodded and continued their conversation.

"Alas, the potion I bought from Earl Bourne yesterday failed to advance my subordinate's career after he took it. It seems I haven't been favored by the goddess of fate."

The potion is of poor quality and severely damaged; even taking it doesn't guarantee awakening.

The chance of failure is 50%, and if it fails, you must wait at least six months before you can take it again.

The slightly flawed potions possessed by the Kingdom of Saint Tiss all had a 10% or so chance of failure.

Only if Ron possesses the complete version of the potion can success be guaranteed.

"The potion I bought also failed to advance."

Pullman Kyle sighed helplessly;

"If another Holy Knight is added, then I will have five Holy Knights including myself."

Among the sons of a baron, having more than five holy knights means they are no longer among the weakest.

"I was quite lucky; my subordinate took a potion last night and successfully advanced to Holy Knight."

At this point, Burke Tyronn's face was full of joy, as if he was particularly happy about the matter.

He glanced at Ron beside him and asked him a question with some curiosity;

"Ron, what about you? Did you succeed with that potion yesterday?"

"I succeeded by sheer luck, and I am now a Holy Knight."

By mixing truth and falsehood, the enemy can't distinguish between the real and the fake. Ron's self-destruction to become a Holy Knight makes his information seem more authentic.

If news of his promotion reached Wilson Gray's ears, he would probably just laugh.

After all, the difference in strength is huge. Adding another Holy Knight makes no difference; it's still the same crushing victory.

"That's great news, congratulations Ron."

The nobles present all offered their congratulations with smiles.

If they knew that Ron had over thirty holy knights, they would be absolutely astonished.

"Compared to those two counts' sons, we are nothing but maggots."

Boris Hayden couldn't help but sigh;

"According to current information, the Western noble group has about 800 holy knights and as many as 5,000 ordinary knights. Moreover, they have all seen blood on the battlefield and their strength is extraordinary."

"Our Northern Alliance has only about four hundred Holy Knights combined. Just thinking about it makes one despair."

After he finished speaking, the nobles present fell silent, each feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on their heads.

At this point, Boris Hayden spoke again:

"The central noble group is even more outrageous. There are more than a thousand Holy Knights alone, fully equipped, each armed to the teeth. Just looking at them makes one's scalp tingle."

"They are the main players in this pioneering war; we're lucky if we can even get a small piece of territory."

Chapter 59: If you don't work, you'll become a toy! Furious Philia!

Inside the restaurant, at a round table, Lucia grabbed a piece of grilled meat and began to eat heartily.

She didn't understand these humans, what they were saying.

Since my mouth is just sitting around doing nothing, I might as well enjoy some delicious grilled meat.

The nobles were engrossed in their conversation and had no idea that the food on the table was rapidly disappearing.

By the time they realized what was happening, the table was already empty, devoured in a flash.

"Ron, your female dragon slave has quite the appetite."

Boris Hayden was parched from talking and wanted to have a drink to calm his throat, but when he saw the table full of food, only fruit, vegetables and bread remained, he was stunned.

"Sorry, I was having so much fun chatting with you guys that I forgot to keep an eye on things."

Ron didn't fail to manage her properly; he was just taking advantage of her whenever he could. Since he wasn't paying for the meal, he let Lucia eat to her heart's content.

"It's alright, let her eat what she wants. I'll just have the kitchen prepare more."

Boris Hayden appeared unconcerned, but his heart was bleeding inside.

That damned female dragon ate at least fifty gold coins.

“Mr. Ron, you’ve taken excellent care of your female dragon.”

Pullman Kyle looked at Lucia and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration;

"He's in good spirits, and maybe he can successfully come of age here with you."

Even the best-looking female dragons that are not yet adults are only worth three to five thousand gold coins, but once they reach adulthood, their value can increase tenfold.

Those in even better condition would be purchased by nobles and wealthy merchants at exorbitant prices.

"Everything else is fine, except that she eats too much."

To be honest, Ron said that the Water Dragon Girl was indeed amazing all over, with a wasp waist, plump hips, fair skin, and a full, rounded upper body.

The key is that it is rich in Dragon Dew, which is something that other dragon girls can't compare to.

"Haha, that's true. If we kept her at home, she'd probably be drained of her health and money."

Burke Tyronn couldn't resist making a joke.

"However, I've heard that while it's more difficult to build a territory in the swamp, it has the advantage of abundant water resources. If you were to build a territory in the swamp, it would definitely be the most fertile place in the entire far north."

Although Boris Hayden was distressed by the inexplicable loss of fifty gold coins, he remained outwardly very amiable.

"Once the expansion war ends next year, you will be the swamp lord."

That's a bit of a lie, since everyone knows that swamps are not suitable for building territory.

If it were a suitable opportunity, it wouldn't be Ron's turn; it would have been taken by a powerful noble long ago.

After the last banquet, the nobles of the North talked about it in private, and they mostly shook their heads and laughed, thinking that Ron was doomed.

However, what they didn't know was that Ron had three dragon girls who could easily carve out territory in the swamp.

"I hope that everyone can be formally ennobled and become lords next year."

Ron raised his glass of red wine and chatted about the future.

The other nobles also set aside their cups, raising them together to congratulate each other.

To be honest, at first glance, this scene actually looks quite harmonious.

That's how it is at aristocratic banquets; no one speaks their mind or innermost thoughts.

They might be saying congratulations, but secretly they wish the other person would die sooner.

This small gathering came suddenly and ended just as quickly.

After exchanging pleasantries, Ron left the restaurant, and as he went down the steps, he burst into laughter for no apparent reason.

I wonder what their expressions will be when they find out their true strength.

Hopefully they'll live to see the end of the pioneering war. When they attend the banquet at the Earl's mansion, their expressions will surely be quite interesting.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

After getting into the carriage, Ron saw that Lucia was smiling happily, so he asked her about it out of curiosity.

"It's delicious, but there's too little. I'm still not full."

Lucia, who had already eaten the equivalent of five adult meals, felt that what she had just eaten was merely an appetizer and did not fill her stomach at all.

"You've eaten so much. When you go to the pioneer area, you'd better work hard, or you won't get any roasted meat."

Ron didn't eat much, but he did have two drinks.

"Don't worry, my lord, Lucia will get the job done."

Lucia felt that she would do her best to complete the mission, even if it was just for food.

Of course, if there's a lot of work to do, she'll probably just collapse on the ground.

"If I don't work, can we change the punishment?"

After much thought, Lucia still felt that it was too cruel to withhold barbecue from those who didn't work.

"Then I'll punish you by making you eat something."