The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

She seemed to have discovered a pattern: whenever Ron appeared, there would be delicious roasted meat to eat.

"Yes."

Ron nodded, his face serious, and said:

"After you finish breakfast, get ready, we'll be heading to the pioneering area soon."

Then he looked at Phyllis and Ovelle;

"Put on your hoods when you go out to cover the dragon horns."

Especially in times like these, it's crucial to be absolutely meticulous.

We cannot reveal that the two dragon girls have come of age on the last day before heading to the frontier.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the nobles all appear to be gentlemen and kind; that's because they have no direct conflict of interest.

Once there is profit involved, one might be tempted to do something wicked.

Adult dragon girls can sell for around 30,000 to 50,000 gold coins. Girls with outstanding looks and figures like Fria and Oviel are estimated to sell for over 100,000 gold coins.

Especially Philia, in the eyes of some nobles and wealthy merchants, is an absolutely rare and top-quality female dragon.

As the saying goes, wealth can be a powerful motivator, and Ron didn't want to expose the jade at the most crucial moment.

This could attract the covetous eyes of other nobles.

Then we might face more than just Wilson Gray.

"Don't worry, my lord, we will hide the horn well."

O'Ville nodded seriously, though she didn't know how serious the matter was.

But the man repeatedly reminded me before we met, so it must have had a significant impact.

"What about you?"

Seeing that Fria remained silent, Ron frowned and looked over.

"It seems like a better choice to stay by your side than to be possessed by other humans."

In the past, Fria would probably have shown anger, but today she was surprisingly calm.

"Of course, after all, I am an elegant gentleman."

Ron was surprised; he hadn't expected the grumpy little dragon to be so obedient today.

"No, it's just safer to stay with weaker humans."

She crossed her arms, raised her chin, and looked arrogantly at the man in front of her.

That's how Philia is; she might obey a man's orders, but she'll never verbally back down.

"Don't be arrogant, Xiaolong. I was just trying to go to bed early last night and let you have your way. Next time I'll beat you to a pulp."

Ron felt that although Phyllia was not easily angered anymore, her arrogance was becoming more and more overbearing.

They completely see themselves as someone who can be manipulated at will.

"You've said this many times, but it seems to exist only in your imagination."

Seeing the man's discomfiture filled Philia with immense satisfaction, causing the scales on her body to tremble.

"Okay, don't beg for mercy next time."

Upon arriving at the pioneering land, Ron administered potions to his subordinates for the three major professions, and obtained three illustrations. Ron wanted to show Philia who was the one being bullied.

I let her go last time because I was soft-hearted.

Next time, if I get the chance, I definitely won't let that arrogant little dragon off easily.

"I'm waiting."

In Fria's view, as time goes by, her depleted energy and blood will gradually be replenished, making her even stronger.

If you can pin him to the ground now, imagine how much more you can torment him every day.

She seemed to be gradually enjoying the feeling of conquering the man before her...

The two of them, one man and one dragon, bickered all the way from the pavilion to the restaurant before finally stopping.

Fiona was well-prepared and pulled out the main bench;

"Master, please have a meal."

"Ah."

Ron nodded in satisfaction, and before sitting down, he inexplicably patted the maid's round, pert buttocks.

Snapped--

The crisp sound echoed throughout the entire restaurant.

Lilith, who was standing to the side, was stunned. She never expected the lord to be so bold.

"You bastard master, how can you treat a maid like this first thing in the morning..."

When Fiona was hit, her delicate body trembled violently, and she was startled by the sudden hand.

Her face flushed instantly, and her heart pounded wildly.

If we had been prepared, it wouldn't have been this intense, but all of this happened so suddenly.

"Sorry, you stick your butt out so high, it feels uncomfortable if I don't pat it down."

As a proper gentleman, Ron couldn't resist taking a picture of a shapely butt the moment he saw it.

"You bastard master, that's no excuse! You clearly wanted to have sex first thing this morning..."

"How can that not be a reason? Look at why I didn't take pictures of Lilith!"

Lilith: "???"

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In the morning light, in the courtyard, Fiona lifted her skirt and jogged to catch up with the man in front of her.

"Master, will you be wearing that armor later?"

At this point, Fiona's expression became somewhat serious.

"Of course, that suit of armor carries the glory of the Leonard family in the past."

On such an important day as heading to the frontier, Ron would not choose ordinary armor, but would prepare to wear the armor passed down through generations of the Leonard family.

Normally, this set of armor is passed down to the current head of the family.

However, at the strong insistence of his father and elder brother, it was passed on to Ron, who went to explore the far north.

This story contains a father's expectations for his son and a deep brotherly bond where the elder brother voluntarily gave up the inheritance.

"Then let the maid help the master put it on."

Fiona was thrilled because she knew the meaning behind that armor and that it was the most precious possession of the Leonard family.

"Ah."

Ron nodded, opened the door, entered the room, and pulled out a large, jet-black trunk from under the bed, its surface engraved with the Leonard family crest.

The Leonard family crest is a knight's sword, symbolizing fearlessness and courage.

However, ever since the defeat of the Black Iron Kingdom and the demotion of the Leonard family to lower baronial rank, Ron's grandfather, Leonard Charles, wanted to ensure that future generations would remember this humiliation.

The family crest was redesigned, turning into a sword blade hidden in a crevice in the rock, with only the hilt showing.

The sword in the stone, its sharpness hidden.

On his deathbed, Leonard Charles admonished his descendants that only by making the Leonard family great again could the family crest be changed and the Leonard Sword shine once more.

It was because of these words that Ron's father allowed his second son, Leonard Ron, to participate in this pioneering war.

pat-

As the heavy iron box was opened, a wisp of silver light immediately emanated from within.

Inside, lying quietly, was a suit of armor that gleamed with silver light, its surface spotless, as if it had just been forged.

The reason this armor is so precious is that it has remained undamaged for so many years.

This armor was commissioned by the King of the Black Iron Kingdom as a reward for the contributions made by the Leonard family. He spent a great deal of money to have it crafted by dwarven artisans.

It's important to understand that in that era, the dwarves had gradually withdrawn from the major kingdoms and chosen to live in seclusion.

It is easy to imagine how highly the Leonard family was regarded by the king at that time.

As for now, let's not talk about it...

"Master, this armor is so beautiful. It would suit you very well."

After taking out the armor, Fiona couldn't help but exclaim in admiration;

"Ordinary armor, the upper armor alone weighs more than ten pounds, but this armor, the upper armor only weighs two or three pounds."

This was the first time in all her years with the Leonard family that she had ever personally touched this armor, which was only shown on important occasions.

"Of course, this was made by dwarven craftsmen."