The dragon lady doesn't like the lord

The journey to the territory takes several days, and it will take another ten days to open up the swamp.

By this calculation, time is actually very tight, almost on time.

We cannot afford to be careless, otherwise this year's autumn harvest will be ruined.

"Asshole Master, I knew you were thinking these things~"

When Fiona heard the man's words, her cheeks flushed, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her upper legs wrapped in black tights were slightly brought together and gently rubbed.

"Master, you actually lust after the maid you grew up with. This kind of master is the most disgusting~"

She looked at the man in front of her with disdain, as if he were a scumbag or a pervert.

Bastard Ron, he really has been thinking about this.

I would not have agreed to this if I had known, but in order to become a Holy Knight, I have no choice but to do this...

"If you think it's disgusting, then don't come at night."

Ron held the lifeline of the little maid in his hands and became fearless.

"Come on, at worst I can just close my eyes and not look at it."

After saying this, Fiona immediately turned her head away shyly.

I actually said such a thing. It was such a shameful thing just thinking about it.

"Well, since you want to help so much, there is no reason for me as the master not to satisfy you."

Ron felt that the maid's defense was too low, and it was no different from being given for free. Although he always complained about it, he would probably love her so much that he would not let her go.

With so much pressure in expanding territory, it's understandable to release your emotions occasionally.

"Asshole master, please understand clearly that the maid was the one who was forced."

Fiona rolled her eyes at the man in front of her in annoyance. She didn't expect him to be so shameless. He made it seem as if she was thirsty and begging for help.

Ron the Bastard...

"Well, the carriage will be here soon."

Ron stretched comfortably, then raised his eyebrows;

"Fiona, don't mess up the shopping for ingredients because you're looking forward to the evening. If that happens, you should think about what to eat for supper."

"嘁~"

Fiona glared at Ron with disdain;

"Master, please don't always have such groundless fantasies. How could a maid expect such a thing? The master must have been looking forward to it with great interest for a long time."

At this she covered her mouth and sneered;

"Of course, the master is at an age where he is curious about this kind of thing, so it is normal for him to have random thoughts. As a maid, I should help the master to resolve it."

Bastard Ron, he was the one I was thinking about.

A maid wouldn't think of such a weird thing, she is so simple...

"Sometimes I wonder if you could be a little softer with your mouth, since it's so talkative."

Ron touched the maid's pink lips with his fingers, a sly smile on his face.

This posture is full of sexual tension, as if it is a wolf that will pounce and bite in the next second.

He did not stop, but turned around and got off the carriage, leaving the confused little maid alone in the carriage...

She lifted the car curtain and stared at the man's back as he left, lost in thought.

Bastard Ron will not let you succeed.

The maid will resist.

Of course, if you can't resist, you can only let the master do whatever he wants...

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The selection of territories to be developed was carried out at the residence of Earl Hilton Byrne.

Winter City, and the surrounding fields, forests, and lakes are all within his territory.

Under normal circumstances, the Earl does not have a city as big as Winterfell. At most, he has a large market like a small town.

Hilton Byrne is a special case because his father is the Duke of the North...

The Earl's Palace was built in the center of Winter City, covering a vast area. The gate alone was fifteen meters high and weighed twenty tons.

Each time the gate is closed and opened, it requires the joint efforts of more than a dozen holy knights.

This gate is a gap that ordinary people can never cross. It is also the first time for most of the baron's sons to see such a magnificent gate.

In the past, the gap between the aristocratic classes could only be imagined in the mind.

Now with this door, Ron clearly realized the gap between himself and the great nobles.

However, Ron was not discouraged, nor was hesitant, because he mastered the complete potion formulas for twelve professions and possessed the lord's atlas. As long as he developed steadily, his future achievements would definitely not be inferior to those of the earl.

It is only a matter of time before the sword points to the royal capital.

Of course, you have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time.

Walk the path ahead well first, then the future will have unlimited possibilities.

"Whoo~"

Ron let out a breath, stepped through the door and entered the Earl's Mansion.

The inside was even more luxurious than I had imagined. The courtyard was larger than the square of Winterfell, and one had to take a carriage to get from the gate to the mansion.

It would probably take more than ten minutes to walk to the mansion, so Ron, like the other nobles, took a carriage to the mansion.

The carriage in the mansion is open, and the scenery in the courtyard can be seen at a glance.

The plants planted in the courtyard are all valuable, and there are even some rare and precious materials that are hard to find on the market.

Ron glanced around and found something extraordinary.

There is actually ghost grass, which is the main material for making shadow assassins. Only this one kind is needed to make shadow assassin potion.

I didn't find a single one in the market yesterday.

In the Earl's Palace, it was planted randomly on the roadside like weeds.

Damn, this is the strength of the Duke's son.

Ron looked around and silently memorized the location where the ghost grass was planted.

I thought that after I finished selecting the land for development, I would walk out and enjoy the scenery of the Earl's Palace....

The carriage drove very steadily, with almost no bumps, and soon arrived at the gate of the mansion.

After getting off the carriage, Ron did not stay for long and went straight into the Earl's Mansion.

The yard is luxurious enough, but I didn’t expect the decoration inside the mansion to be even more extravagant.

The floor under your feet is marble, and the table top is made of ancient bloodwood shipped from the southwest, with the edges and corners covered with gold sheets.

In addition to the tables, the chandeliers, wall lamps, and ceiling are all covered with gold sheets.

A rough estimate shows that it cost at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

This is the gap between the great nobles and the small nobles. The great nobles have so much money that they use it for decoration, while the small nobles are still fighting to the death for a tiny bit of benefit.

Damn these noble grandfathers who control the world!

Chapter 36: The two earl's sons clash for the first time! Full of gunpowder!

The time for selecting the territory to be expanded is set at nine o'clock in the morning.

It is only half past eight, and most of the nobles, big and small, are already here.

No one dared to be late for such an event, and most people arrived half an hour in advance to give enough face to the Duke's son.

No one will care if you arrive early, but the last few who arrive may attract attention.

Ron naturally understood this and arrived half an hour early.

Don't be the first to arrive, and don't be the last to arrive.

It's still early now, and we can chat casually with anyone we know or not.

Everyone was dressed appropriately, though the attire of nobles varied greatly from place to place.

The local nobles in the North basically wore black or brown suits, top hats, and carried gold-rimmed canes. They were neither ostentatious nor eye-catching.

The central aristocratic group that came down from the capital wore dark blue or dark purple suits with gold thread embroidered on the cuffs and collars, and a few gold leaves on the chest.

She wore a golden gemstone ring on her hand, and the overall look gave off a luxurious and aristocratic vibe.

In comparison, the local nobles in the North seem a bit stingy.

There were only about a dozen people from the Central Noble Group, led by the Earl's son, Howell Barron, and they chose to sit at a round table near the front.

The Western Aristocratic Group has another style. Influenced by the subtropical climate, people living in the western region generally have dry and dark skin.

When the people from the Western Noble Group walked into the hall, the light became a little dim. Perhaps due to their different eating habits, they were all tall and strong, and standing there they were like a wall.

Their fat waists and round bellies made their suits bulge out. Some of them looked like they were wearing a swimming ring on their bellies.

However, no one dared to laugh at them. Even some minor nobles did not dare to look at these western nobles.

Because everyone knows that the people in the western region are tough.

Don't be fooled by their fat appearance. Under the fat is solid muscle.

The leader, Andre Ocot, is over 1.95 meters tall. In the eyes of people who are 1.6 meters tall, he is just a little giant.

When knights of the same rank fight each other, the one with greater height, body shape, arm length and strength will have the advantage.

Obviously, Andre Ocott is good at all four events, which gives him an absolute advantage in the competition.

"Hahaha, Lucid, it's true. The nobles in the North and the Central all look very thin and frail."

Andre Ocott's hearty laughter spread throughout the hall and violently entered everyone's ears.