The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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"Thank you, Lord!"

Shemier pursed her red lips, bent her slender waist, and respectfully expressed her gratitude.

For some reason, she felt there was something strange about what the man had said.

Treat her the same way her husband treats her, even in that kind of situation...

Thinking of this, Sheryl's fluffy tail couldn't help but lick against her body...

"Tell me about what's happening in the Misty Forest."

This is what Ron wants to know. Only by understanding the Misty Forest well enough can he avoid making mistakes when hunting, logging, collecting berries, and precious herbs.

Otherwise, in such a dangerous forest, the hunting party might be ambushed by orcs, resulting in heavy losses.

"Yes, my lord..."

Upon hearing this, Shemir gathered her thoughts, took a deep breath, and began to speak earnestly.

"Within the Misty Forest, there are more than a dozen tribes, including the Ice Wolf Clan. The smallest tribes have only a dozen or so members, while the largest tribe is the Orcs. Although they are divided into several tribes, each tribe has two to three hundred members, and the number is increasing every year."

She paused here;

"Therefore, the major tribes of the Misty Forest began to discuss how to unite and drive the orcs out of the Misty Forest. However, after several rounds of negotiations, no agreement was reached, and everyone continued to fight their own wars without interfering with each other."

Ron nodded after hearing this;

"In other words, the greatest crisis in the Misty Forest is the increasingly powerful orc race."

That is a problem. Orcs reproduce extremely quickly. If they are allowed to continue like this, they may grow into a large tribe of seven or eight hundred, or even a thousand people next year.

It will be very difficult to deal with.

The orc tribe now has two to three hundred members, making it quite difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, they are not very intelligent, so as long as the number of knights is increased, they can be defeated one by one.

We need to deal with the orcs near the swamp first, so that hunting, gathering, and logging can be done safely.

Otherwise, the constant presence of orcs would be a disaster.

“That’s right. The other more powerful tribes have fewer members and pose a much smaller threat.”

Next, Shemir revealed the general situation of each of the major tribes.

Having received so much information, Ron gained a deeper understanding of the Misty Forest.

It is indeed very dangerous, because almost all the alien races are hostile to humans and will actively hunt them down.

The Ice Wolf Clan was no exception; they had no goodwill towards humans. If it weren't for the life-saving grace, Shemir wouldn't have chosen to become a human's subordinate.

However, after spending half a day together, she gradually discovered that humans weren't as evil as she had imagined...

"I see, I understand now."

Ron began to process the information he had received. Sure enough, sometimes imagination is beautiful, and there is a big difference between it and the facts.

At first, Ron thought that hunting and gathering wouldn't be too difficult. After all, although the Misty Forest was dangerous, as long as he stayed on the outskirts, there wouldn't be any major problems.

However, there are many alien tribes in the Misty Forest, including some with high intelligence who are full of malice towards humans.

Once human traces are discovered, they will spare no effort in taking action.

There are also the inherently brutal orc tribes; if these aren't dealt with, the risks of hunting in the Misty Forest are too great.

After assessing the risks, Ron decided not to go hunting in the Misty Forest until all obstacles were cleared. Even when logging on the outskirts, he would need the Holy Knights to protect him.

Wood is essential; without it, houses cannot be built, and there is no source of charcoal.

The far north has a long winter, and the territory has a great need for timber.

Fortunately, besides the misty forest, there are scattered shrubs around the swamp, some as short as a person and some as thick as an adult's arm.

Although it can be burned, it's still sufficient for a period of emergency.

But this is not a long-term solution; improving our strength is now an urgent matter.

Ron felt that once the territory was established, they should consider dealing with Wilson Gray, this obstacle.

Only by opening up this road can we trade with Winterfell, purchase materials, and create new potions.

If we can make potions, we can produce holy knights in an endless stream.

Once there are fifty or sixty Holy Knights, we can consider annihilating the orcs in the Misty Forest near the swamp, and gathering or expelling other alien races.

Only in this way can we develop with peace of mind; otherwise, when the harsh winter comes, the lack of timber and charcoal will be fatal!

The wheat was planted, but without charcoal, the people froze to death that winter.

"Whoo~"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, having a general plan in mind.

Expanding territory is never smooth sailing; there are many problems to solve.

"Master has been frowning for a long time. Is he worried that the wheat won't grow well, and he won't be able to use the maids without restraint?"

After dinner, the demi-human women left together to hunt in the surrounding area and try some wild game.

Seeing Ron frowning and deep in thought, Fiona didn't disturb him and stayed by his side.

“I’m worried that once I’ve used it, you’ll be begging for punishment every day. What if that happens?”

Hearing his maid's teasing, Ron's mood improved considerably. Exploration was indeed difficult, but having such a loyal maid and adorable demi-human girls by his side was quite nice.

"Maids have no interest in that kind of thing; only lecherous masters are always thinking about it~"

Fiona rolled her eyes at the man with disdain, then swayed her slender waist as she walked out of the tent;

"The way Master looks at me is getting weirder and weirder. I'd better leave quickly, or who knows what that lecherous master might do~"

She knew that if she continued talking, she would either get into trouble with her mouth or be in a flurry of activity, so she took precautions to avoid that risk.

But for some reason, after leaving the tent, Fiona felt a sense of loss, as if she shouldn't have left just like that...

"Hmm~"

Ron stretched comfortably and stepped out of the tent; improving his strength was the most important thing right now.

At times like these, improving our strength means training.

Naturally, Ron thought of Philia and prepared to have a big battle with her until late at night.

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"You evil dragon, tonight I'm going to pound you into the ground and grind you into the dust!"

Seeing Philia eating roasted wild boar by the river, Ron didn't hesitate, grabbed his sword, and charged over.

"Damn it... your arrival has ruined my good mood!"

While grilling the meat, Fria was already wondering if this man would come tonight.

Upon seeing that familiar figure, the corners of my mouth inexplicably turned up.

"Just wait until I trample you under my feet!"

Under the moonlight, a man and a dragon were locked in combat.

I don't know if it was just my imagination, but when they looked at each other, I saw smiles on each other's faces...

Chapter 98 The carriage gets stuck in the mud! O'Ville easily solves the problem! The maid cries out that she's been tricked!

Dew turns to frost, day and night alternate.

The sky was beginning to lighten, then began to glow with golden light, as if some secret treasure was about to appear.

The rising sun slowly ascends, dispelling the darkness and bringing light and warmth.

The dew on the flowers and grass slid down the leaves, fell to the ground, and mingled with the soil, becoming one with it.

Before dawn, the farmers had already gotten up, packed up their tents, set up pots to boil water, poured in chopped onions and wild vegetable leaves, stirred it all together, and a pot of hot soup was ready.

Soak the black bread that was handed out last night in the steaming soup until it softens, and a heartwarming and stomach-warming breakfast is ready.

Fiona got up even earlier, instructing the chef to prepare breakfast while it was still dark.

After leaving the kitchen, she checked the supplies on each of the carriages. Once she was sure everything was alright, she began to wash up. After washing up, she changed into a clean maid's outfit and walked briskly to Ron's tent.

"You damn master, the sun's already high in the sky, why aren't you up yet?"

Opening the tent, Fiona went inside and found Ron still sleeping in. She walked over and gently placed her shapely buttocks, encased in black pantyhose, on the edge of the bed, her hands playfully pinching the man's face.

That jerk of a master! He came home so late last night!

"Hmm~"

Ron stretched after being woken up, opened his eyes, and saw his maid pouting as she looked over.

"Today is the day to go to the swamp, and the master is still not up early."

Having learned her lesson a few times, Fiona prepared to lift her buttocks off the edge of the bed after the man woke up.

But this time, as soon as she lifted her head slightly, the man's hand quickly reached out and hugged her tightly.