The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Sure enough, he had been expecting to devour me completely...

"Isn't that great? You can take care of the child you gave birth to yourself."

Ron leaned forward, close to Fiona's ear, and whispered:

"Or is it that you only want to do lewd things with your master?"

"Damn master, stop having such impossible fantasies."

Fiona's delicate body trembled slightly, and her knees involuntarily pressed together, gently rubbing against each other;

"Maids are very innocent and would never think of doing anything with their masters."

The master always imposes his own thoughts on the maid.

How could I possibly think about something like that? Absolutely not!

"You're just being stubborn now, but don't come begging every day from now on."

Ron thought that with Fiona around, the journey would be much more interesting... Didn't she say before that she wanted to take a different carriage?

As expected, my maid is all talk and no action...

"The maid wouldn't do that, but master, please stop begging the maid for help..."

"Hmm~"

"Why would you need to ask for something that's readily available?"

"Bastard... ugh..."

Chapter 76: Claiming the Farmers' Benefits! The Virtuous Saintess Comes to Pray for Blessings!

In Winterfell, a carriage sped through the streets, the outside bustling with noise and excitement.

Ron lay on the bench inside the car, looking completely satisfied.

"You damned master, he won't even let the maid say a word..."

Fiona wiped her mouth and gave the man a disdainful look.

"You should be glad I used my mouth this time; next time it might be something else."

Ron looked at his maid with a mischievous grin. He had to admit, the journey was quite pleasant.

"I will not let my master do whatever he wants; the maid will resist."

Fiona had considered resisting earlier, but after a gentle push, she stopped.

This isn't resistance; it's clearly playing hard to get...

"Alright, remember to make sure you buy all the supplies, or you'll be severely punished when you get back."

When the carriage stopped at the market entrance, Ron pinched the maid's fair cheek.

"The maid will definitely do her best to avoid eating strange things."

Fiona lifted her round, pert buttocks off the bench, rolled her eyes at Ron, and then swayed her slender waist as she left the carriage.

After the maid left, the carriage continued its journey toward the Earl's mansion.

Ron stretched comfortably, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face as he recalled the amusing incident.

Fiona's mouth is not only good at talking, but also has a sweet, soft, and wonderful taste.

In addition, the trembling of the whole body creates a tremendous sensory impact.

My maid is tough on the outside, but her body is very sensitive... Hmm, that's wonderful...

I forgot to give Fiona those ripped maid outfits at the restaurant, but it's okay, I'll give them to her when we get back.

Fiona in this maid outfit would definitely be quite interesting...

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The market is not far from the Earl's mansion.

The speeding carriage weaved through the streets and alleys and soon came to a stop at the back gate of the Earl's mansion.

Last time I attended the banquet, I entered through the main entrance. This time, I'm just receiving donations from farmers, so I don't have the right to enter through the main entrance.

Moreover, as a nobleman, he would not allow farmers to enter his residence.

The back door is where the manor's butler, maids, gardeners and other servants enter and exit. Since the manor was built, the Earl of Bern has rarely used the back door.

Rather than saying the farmer's place was in the Earl's mansion, it would be more accurate to say it was in the servants' backyard. In fact, it was at least five kilometers away from the Earl's mansion, separated by a large expanse of lush green grass and vegetation.

Ordinary nobles could only appreciate the splendor of the Earl's mansion on important occasions like the last one; under normal circumstances, they couldn't even get through the gate.

After being formally knighted by the Kingdom of Saintis and becoming a lord, a investiture banquet will be held at the Earl's mansion...

Of course, only those who survive will have the opportunity to participate...

Earl Bern would naturally not handle such a trivial matter as receiving farmers personally; the task was overseen by the Earl's steward.

After getting off the carriage, Ron saw a heavy, five-meter-high gate.

It must be said that the Earl's mansion is incredibly extravagant; even the doors for the servants are spacious and tall, more luxurious than some baron's residences.

Tomorrow is the last day of the stipulated period, and the lords will collect their share of the farmers' land.

Therefore, quite a few people came to the Earl's mansion today to collect farmers. Of course, some pioneering lords would arrange for their stewards or knights to handle this matter.

You can't count on the minor nobles; they basically have to come in person.

Ron was in the same boat; he had no other choice.

Fiona needed to go and buy supplies, and as for Yarman, Ron didn't dare to ask him to do such a complicated thing.

We can only give Yarman some simple instructions; his brain can't process anything more.

"Ron, it seems we are really destined to meet again."

Not long after he entered the backyard, Boris Hayden, who was standing to the side waiting, greeted him with a smile.

"Indeed, if you were a beautiful lady, I think it would be a lovely encounter."

Ron, in a good mood, made a humorous joke.

"Haha, Mr. Ron, are men not good enough?"

Boris Hayden is a naturally funny guy with a quirky personality; he can handle any conversation.

Of course, none of the nobles present could be sure whether Hayden was joking or speaking his mind.

"Hayden, you're getting more and more humorous."

In aristocratic circles, it's no secret that men have affairs.

Ron wasn’t sure if Hayden was that kind of person, so much so that he got goosebumps when they shook hands.

If he really had such thoughts, Ron swore he would use his longsword to completely cure his loose anus.

"Why is everyone waiting? Hasn't it started yet?"

Ron was puzzled. The dozens of nobles present gathered in twos and threes, waiting, but there was no progress.

"It is said that the nuns of the Church of the Goddess of Night are going to pray for the farmers."

Pullman Kyle shrugged helplessly;

"Their purpose is obvious: to make more people from the lower classes believe in the Church of the Goddess of Night. After all, the nobles only believe in the sword in their hands, so they can only target ordinary people."

The Church of the Goddess of the Night is one of the two major churches in the Kingdom of Saint Tiss. In addition to the Kingdom of Saint Tiss, the church has a presence in every country on the continent.

Besides the fact that the Papacy can grant faith to ordinary people, it is also because these Papacys are very powerful, even to the point of threatening the kingdom.

Therefore, a delicate balance emerged between the various kingdoms and the Papacy, with divine authority and royal authority not interfering with each other.

The Papacy cannot punish nobles, and nobles cannot punish clergy; only the common people are subject to punishment by both sides.

A world where only ordinary people get hurt has been achieved!

In any world, the lower classes are endlessly exploited.

"But I heard the nuns are quite nice, so we'll be in for a treat later."

Burke Tyronn very gentlemanly expressed his opinion.

"hey-hey...."

This sentence was like Pandora's box; it opened the floodgates, and the conversation began to veer off course.

They talked about which girls were the most exciting, methods for training maids, and the possibility of having female non-humans, etc.

That's how nobles are; aside from maintaining a respectable and gentlemanly demeanor at important banquets, when they get together, they mostly chat about romance and nature.

Of course, that's normal. If men get together and start talking about men, then Ron should consider leaving this godforsaken place.

Before long, a commotion arose at the door.

Everyone looked over in surprise and doubt.

Then they saw a dozen or so young nuns dressed in black and white habiting, surrounding a nun in a pure white robe, as they filed in.