The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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But for some reason, she didn't dislike it; in fact, she'd now become somewhat enamored with that indescribable sensation...

"You also obtained the potion through your craftsmanship, so what's the difference?"

Ron found it somewhat amusing to recall the maid's flustered state.

She was very inexperienced at the time and knew nothing. She had to demonstrate and teach herself before she could gradually master the skills.

Memories can sometimes be quite beautiful.

Years later, the two of them will probably cherish the memories of that day.

"You bastard master, that counts as a skill too...!"

Upon hearing such outrageous words, Fiona's lips twitched involuntarily.

Ron the bastard, every word he utters takes on a different meaning.

How can that be called a craft...?

"Let's see how good your footwork is today."

"Damn master, don't come up with weird words like that! What's this 'footwork' thing? I don't understand it at all..."

"You'll understand once you start moving around after dinner..."

"Master is just a lewd bastard who only knows how to be lewd..."

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Outside, the farmers who had gone hunting in the mountains gathered together.

They didn't know why they were being asked to come out; they were just ordered to do so.

Obedience to orders seemed to be etched into their very being.

"My lord!!!"

At first, everyone was whispering and talking to each other, but when they saw the tall and imposing man come out, they immediately knelt down and bowed respectfully.

They held this young lord in high esteem, because without him, they might have starved to death that winter.

Moreover, the lord was very kind; everyone was given some of the fish he caught to satisfy their cravings.

You should know that the other nobles treated them like livestock, only knowing how to order them around and then feeding them the cheapest black bread mixed with a lot of sawdust.

I tasted meat on my very first day here.

"Everyone, get up."

Ron glanced around, then raised his hand, signaling everyone to stand up.

"Thank you, my lord."

Even those standing hunched over, heads bowed, not daring to look directly at the man before them.

Humility, cowardice, and timidity have been deeply ingrained in their hearts.

"Everyone raise their heads."

Ron spoke with a serious expression. He hoped his subjects would be obedient and follow orders, but not too servile.

This is no different from a group of machines.

But Ron knew that these things couldn't be changed overnight; kneeling on the ground for too long had already broken his spine.

Only through the passage of time, allowing them to gradually regain their confidence, can they live like normal people.

"Yes, Lord Lord."

Only when the lord gave the order did they dare to raise their heads, but their eyes kept darting left and right, not daring to look directly at the man in front of them.

"I've called you here today to select twenty people to join the hunting team."

Ron spoke with a serious expression;

"Once you join the hunting team, your treatment will be improved. Those who perform well will have the opportunity to become soldiers and warriors of my Leonard family. Your descendants will be proud of you and will also become excellent warriors."

This isn't just empty talk, because the hunting team is the future reserve of lightning-fast archers.

As long as they are strong enough, have good character, and are loyal enough, they will be made into Swift Archers when the next batch of potions is made.

Then, the next batch of people were added to the hunting team, and so on, until a swift archer corps was gradually cultivated.

These things can't be rushed, and we don't have enough materials right now, so we can only cultivate them slowly.

"That's wonderful, thank you for your kindness, my lord."

Upon hearing this, the villagers were all excited and eager to join the hunting party.

In their minds, farming was the lowest form of work, hunting was slightly higher, and becoming a knight or a soldier would bring unparalleled glory.

Clearly, even they themselves divide people into different classes.

Of course, this is not their fault; it is a product of this era. Whether they are from the lower classes, businessmen, or nobles, there are clear class distinctions.

Ron didn't waste any words and led them to the makeshift training ground;

"Shoot ten arrows at a target 100 meters away, and only the top twenty will be eligible to join the hunting team."

Chapter 105: The Intense Battle with O'Ville! The Uncontrollable Little Dragon! Completely Captivated!

In the swamp, at the shooting range, the farmers lined up and began shooting at the targets.

They were all hunters by trade, but with the enactment of the kingdom's hunting ban, no one except nobles and clergy would be allowed to hunt privately.

As a result, they lost their original livelihood and had no choice but to become refugees.

Fortunately, they joined a good territory, and now they have the opportunity to hold their bows again, which makes them all very excited.

Although they had not received systematic training and had never experienced war, for those who made a living by hunting, accuracy was life itself.

Hunters who can't hit their targets or aim accurately have long been eliminated; those who survive are the elite.

bang bang bang-

As the arrow pierced the air and struck the bullseye, Ron's lips curled into a slight smile.

It seems that there are talented people among these people.

These fifty or sixty hunters all had a high hit rate; several of them shot ten arrows, and four or five of them hit the bullseye.

Once they learn to ride horses, they will quickly become excellent hunters and are all promising candidates for future lightning-fast archers.

"Shemir, you said you saw an elf with long silver hair and snow-white skin deep in the Misty Forest. Do you remember the location?"

Ten thousand years ago, the elves had a glorious history and possessed a vast elven kingdom, but for some unknown reason, it was destroyed. The remaining elves hid deep in the forest, living a life of seclusion.

Few people have seen any trace of elves, and if they do, the army arrives the next day.

Because elves are extremely beautiful, they are the dream possessions of all nobles, and if valued in terms of price, they could be worth millions of gold.

"I remember it was a place with extremely deep fog. As soon as I stepped in, my sense of smell and all my senses went blank, and I was so scared that I left immediately."

Every time Xue Mier recalls what happened, she breaks out in a cold sweat. Losing her sense of smell and perception is tantamount to blindfolding the Ice Wolf Clan.

In addition, the fog there was exceptionally thick, so you could only see things about half a meter away, which was no different from being blind.

"Good that you remember. Take me in next time."

Ron knew it was a fog trap set by the elves in their territory.

Elves are skilled archers, far surpassing humans in talent, and can even imbue their arrows with a spirit, thereby enhancing their penetration and attack power.

It can even penetrate the hardest iron armor.

Recruiting them or forming alliances with them can greatly enhance combat power.

However, now is not the time. We must wait until we are stronger, or even become a baron, before revealing the existence of the elves and allowing them to continue living deep in the forest.

They can only appear in the world during the War of King Cheng.

Otherwise, even the most powerful nobles wouldn't be able to protect them.

Don't underestimate human greed, especially among nobles whose minds are filled with wine and women. They will stop at nothing to get such a rare beauty.

Okay, okay~

Shemier pursed her red lips and asked somewhat timidly:

"My lord, what do you intend to do with the elves?"

She didn't say it so obviously, but she really wanted to ask the man if he wanted to do something to the elf.

But she was too embarrassed to ask, as it was a very awkward thing for her to do.

"Form an alliance, or recruit them into the territory."

Ron didn't hide his intentions; after all, even if he told her some secrets, he couldn't possibly reveal them.

After all, demi-human girls and humans don't speak the same language.

"What? Are you afraid that you'll treat the elves the way you treated yourself?"

Ron leaned closer, completely ignoring his daughter standing beside him, and teased her with a wicked grin.