The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Chapter 79 Saintess Xilin anticipates Ron's intervention! Officially receiving the farmer's title!

Under the sunlight, the chaste saint Xilin trembled slightly, her expression alluring.

However, the charming expression only appeared for a moment before she returned to her usual holy appearance.

If Ron hadn't known that this saintess was such a stark contrast, he would have doubted his own eyes and thought he was seeing things.

This saintess is truly an exceptional beauty. She secretly fantasizes about being treated harshly, yet she maintains a dignified and holy demeanor on the surface.

With such a deep yearning for pleasure, she was practically a born witch.

However, being a saintess isn't bad either; the stark contrast creates a tremendous sensory impact.

We're heading to the new territory right now, so there's no chance to get to know this saintess better.

When spring arrives next year and the flowers are in full bloom, and she is granted a title and honors, then we can finally fulfill her intense fantasies.

The blessing came quickly and went quickly. After the healing was complete, the chaste saintess Xilin held her hands tightly to her chest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may the goddess bless you with peace and health."

The crowd gave them a warm send-off, for it was this saint with an angelic face who had healed their wounds.

The nobles watched them leave with unblinking eyes; they couldn't help it, the nuns were simply too eye-catching.

Especially the chaste saint Xilin, who is beautiful, kind-hearted, and pure, making it impossible for anyone to have any evil thoughts about her.

Ron, however, looked at the saintess with an aggressive gaze.

Perhaps knowing that this departure would mean never seeing each other again, Xi Lin's gaze fell on that wild man in the last moment before leaving.

His intense gaze shook her to her core.

Previously, she only fantasized about having a man who was unaffected by the holy light, who could have evil thoughts about her body, and who could even violently pin her down and defile her.

Now such a man has appeared, and he is a young pioneer lord.

May Mr. Leonard Ron become a lord soon, so that we may have the chance to meet again next year.

If they were alone together, he would definitely crush his own saintly self to the ground...

Thinking of this, Xi Lin's knees gently touched together, unable to suppress the slight rubbing...

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but the wind on her way back felt cooler than when she came.

Especially when the air blows over my legs, a cool sensation comes through...

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“Ron, I swear you are the boldest gentleman I have ever met.”

Boris Hayden was stunned by Ron's actions; he never expected that Ron would dare to say such things to the Virgin Saint.

Finally, he even had the audacity to touch Saintess Xilin's hand, which truly made people grit their teeth.

“Mr. Hayden, I only sincerely ask the saint to heal my illness.”

Ron's expression was serious, as if he really thought it was a serious matter.

"Tell me, is Saintess Xilin's hand soft or not?"

As a mature gentleman, Burke Tyron did not believe such nonsense at all and immediately asked.

"soft."

Ron didn't want to lie about this, so he told the truth.

Xi Lin's beauty and figure are secondary; what is most attractive is that she is a holy and noble chaste saint.

You should know that the entire Church of the Goddess of Night has only twelve chaste saintesses; such women are extremely rare and hard to come by.

Of course, what's most attractive is the stark contrast hidden beneath her pure, dignified, and noble exterior.

A woman like her who always fantasizes about being treated harshly.

When the time comes to actually face it, it will be an unimaginably grand feast.

Ron eagerly anticipates the chaste saintess, Xilin, gradually descending into depravity and ultimately becoming his supreme sacred artifact...

The nobles present began to look at Ron with a strange expression.

He felt a mix of envy, jealousy, and admiration; after all, he was the first person to dare disrespect the Holy Maiden.

Of course, what they didn't know was that the saintess's inherent holy radiance prevented anyone from having such thoughts.

Only Ron saw through the contrast hidden beneath Xilin's saintly exterior, thus breaking through that layer of holy radiance and allowing him to admire her without restraint...

With the departure of the saintess, the nobles began to formally take over the farm households under the supervision of the count's steward.

Although the person in charge was just a butler, no one dared to order him around; everyone treated him with utmost respect.

Everyone knows the principle that you have to consider the owner before you beat a dog. Since the butler is in charge of this matter, he represents the Earl of Bern.

Everyone present was not stupid; they all obediently accepted the farmers' gifts.

However, unexpected events can sometimes occur.

At this moment, a noble knight commander frowned and looked at the earl's steward.

"Why are all the two hundred-plus farmers that our Wilson family has taken on around fifty years old?"

The Earl's steward is in his fifties. Although he has a head of white hair, he looks very shrewd.

He straightened his suit collar and said expressionlessly:

"I am only responsible for leading the people; as for how the resources are distributed, I am not clear."

An ordinary butler would give a knight commander some respect.

However, he was the Earl of Bourne's butler since childhood and held a very high position in the manor, so he didn't really give the other person a second glance.

"Then can you tell me who is in charge?"

Wilson Gray's knight commander seemed determined to get to the bottom of things.

He felt that if he couldn't even handle this matter properly, he would have no face to see Baron Grey when he returned.

Perhaps because the butler's attitude was so cold, his tone became much gentler, and he no longer showed the anger he had shown before.

Many people are like this: bullying the weak and fearing the strong, raising their knives against the weak and groveling before the strong.

"It should be the Knight Commander."

The Earl's butler, no longer maintaining his composure, revealed the general outline and called out to the long queue:

"Next person."

The Knight Commander of the Wilson family did not pursue the matter further, intending to report it to Baron Grey and see what his opinion was.

Based on his guess, perhaps he had offended the Earl of Byrne, or someone in the Earl's mansion, otherwise it would be impossible for them to all be farmers around fifty years old.

The nobles present were all watching the show; if it were Wilson Gray himself, they might have gone up to exchange a few pleasantries.

He's just a knight commander now, and nobody's interested in talking to him.

"It's probably Baron Grey who offended someone."

Like most people, Boris Hayden thought the same way; he didn't think it was a serious matter, since the other party was probably trying to get Baron Grey to back down.

If there's a major conflict, they won't just resort to underhanded tactics.

"He probably said something inappropriate while drunk, and someone stirred things up."

Pullman Kyle shared the same thought; after all, nobles attended so many banquets together that it was inevitable they would say the wrong thing.

However, despite the presence of Wilson Gray's sworn enemy, Leonard Ron, no one suspected that he was involved in the matter.

The reason for this is that, in everyone's perception, Ron is someone whose strength is so low that Baron Grey could easily crush him.

They completely ignored Ron, the culprit who caused all of this...

Upon seeing Wilson Grey's plight, Ron immediately recalled the day he picked up the medicinal herbs from the Earl's mansion and mentioned Wilson Grey's name.

Luckily I was quick-witted then, otherwise I might have been the one in trouble...

This time, they really disgusted Wilson Gray.

The next strike won't be so simple; we must annihilate them in one fell swoop, giving the enemy no chance to breathe...

Chapter 80: The Young Mother Who Was Eaten Up and Left Without a Family – A Tragedy of Our Times! (Bonus Chapter Today)

Distributing farmers is actually not complicated; each pioneer lord has already assigned them.

As long as they sign their names, give them some money so they can buy some daily necessities, and they can pick them up another day.

Soon it was Ron's turn. After the butler confirmed that everything was correct, he had a knight take Ron to a settlement of farmers.

It was a makeshift area of ​​tarpaulins made of rags and old wood, scattered here and there, numbering in the dozens.

It's hard to imagine that tens of thousands of people have been living in such conditions for so long.

They had all been staring blankly with their heads down, completely lacking energy, but upon seeing the well-dressed nobles arrive, they excitedly stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Lord~"