The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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"No, no, that's not what I meant..."

Upon hearing this, Xue Mier was stunned; she never expected this man to suddenly say such a thing.

A tremendous sense of shame instantly spread throughout my body, especially with my daughter watching beside me, making the feeling even more intense.

"So what are you thinking? Are you worried that I'll forget about you once I have an elf?"

Seeing the Ice Wolf Girl beside him trembling and her cheeks flushed, Ron's smile stretched almost to his ears.

A young woman is a young woman; her charming and alluring demeanor is something a young girl can't compare to.

Moreover, she was a plump and delicate young woman with furry ears and a tail, which was far more impactful than any role-playing.

"How could I possibly have such thoughts? I... I was just worried about the lord's safety. After all, that place is very strange, and the elves seem to be very strong..."

Sheryl, whose ears were brutally filled with the man's words, was immediately overwhelmed. Her delicate body trembled, and she stammered, as if she were experiencing something strange.

Okay, I feel so bad~~~

The lord actually said such things to me in front of my daughter!

How can I call myself a qualified mother...?

"I see. It seems I was overthinking it."

Looking at the charming expression of the young woman beside him, Ron felt extremely pleased, but he stopped there and did not continue to tease her.

After all, Muses is still around.

She kept her head down, her cheeks flushed, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

But it's actually quite cute...

"Indeed, Lord, you're overthinking it."

Only now did Sheryl finally breathe a long sigh of relief, because she was afraid the man would say something strange again.

If this continues, she fears she won't be able to handle the intensity...

Soon, the 100-meter target shooting competition came to an end. The farmers had different expressions. Those who performed well were beaming with joy because they would be able to join the hunting team and go hunting in the mountains.

A man's love for hunting is ingrained in his genes, and Ron is no exception. When he has nothing to do, he will personally lead a team to hunt in various places.

Those who didn't perform well hung their heads and sighed repeatedly, because they were afraid they would miss out on the hunting team this time.

"My lord, the top twenty have been tallied."

The knights on the side were recording various data, and shortly after the target shooting ended, they handed over the list of the top twenty.

"Those whose names are called, stay. The rest of you, don't be discouraged. There will be another selection before winter."

After eliminating Wilson Gray, Ron plans to focus on developing military capabilities, producing potions, and training a group of holy knights and swift archers.

As for other professions, I will start recruiting and training talented individuals after I officially become a lord.

Those whose names were called responded with excitement, for they knew that from this moment on, they were no longer ordinary farmers, but had become hunters.

The prospect of joining the hunt in the mountains is an irresistible temptation for any man.

The serfs who failed the exam sighed and lamented on their way home, especially the few who made mistakes. They were filled with remorse and would probably remember this day, on their 80th birthdays, because they missed the target by mistake.

Ron gave the newly recruited hunters a few words of encouragement before handing them over to his three subordinates who were about to take a potion and become swift archers. In the next few days, they would teach these men military regulations and horseback riding skills.

If all goes well, these people will have learned to ride horses in three to five days.

As for accuracy in mounted archery, one will probably need to find the right feel for shooting through repeated hunts.

Of course, none of this is a problem. As long as one is loyal enough and takes the Swift Archer's potion, their accuracy will be greatly improved.

With rigorous training, becoming an excellent shooter is only a matter of time.

I believe that after a winter of hard training, this group of people will become good shooters and will be able to play a surprising role in the spring finals.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the sun sets in the west, and the sky is filled with the glow of sunset.

After arranging the hunting party, Ron arrived at the forefront of the pioneering grounds.

After a day of clearing, O'Ville and Lucia transformed the muddy, weedy ground into solid ground.

The area explored in one day was larger than Ron had expected. It took him seven or eight minutes to walk from the camp to the very front of the exploration area before he could see the busy figures of the dragon girls.

As the sun set, O'Ville stood tall, her fingertips dancing in the afterglow, diligently transforming the muddy ground into solid ground despite being soaked in sweat.

Lucia plopped down on the ground, leaning against O'Ville's feet, and weakly waved her hands, shoveling water out of the mud.

Upon seeing Ron arrive, Lucia reacted as if she had seen a savior, immediately lying down on the ground as if she were dead.

"My lord, Lucia is exhausted!"

"Waaaah~ I'm so tired after a long day~~~"

She quickly grabbed the man's trouser leg and recounted the day's hard work.

"Lord~"

O'Ville wiped the sweat from her brow and greeted her with a smile.

"You've suffered, Lucia. There'll be plenty of venison tonight."

Seeing Lucia covered in mud and looking disheveled, Ron gently patted her head.

"well...."

Perhaps due to overexertion and excessive excitement, Lucia's eyelids drooped, and she fell asleep on the spot.

But his mouth was still smacking, talking away;

"I love meat the most, my lord, give Lucia some~~~"

"It seems she's really tired today."

For some reason, Ron felt quite sorry for Lucia seeing how exhausted she was.

Xiaolong, who had never done heavy work before, was exhausted like this just for food; it must have been tough on her.

What Ron didn't know was that Lucia preferred to lie down and starve rather than eat and feel comfortable.

But Lucia knew that this expedition was important to the man who was looking at her tenderly at that moment, so she was doing it not only for the food, but also to complete the task he had assigned her.

Under normal circumstances, she would work for at most half a day before completely giving up and becoming a lazy bum.

But when Lucia thought of Ron praising her last night and the joy on his face, she inexplicably felt empowered.

So much so that after a long day, she only fell asleep exhausted after the man arrived...

"This is the first time I've ever seen Lucia work so hard at something."

O'Ville, who grew up with Lucia, was surprised that Lucia worked without her having to urge her or say anything.

At most, they would just say they were tired and couldn't take it anymore, but their bodies would still keep moving.

"You keep saying Lucia has it tough, but what about you?"

Seeing O'Ville covered in sweat, Ron took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"I'm not tired. I can wipe my sweat myself..."

The man's sudden gentleness left O'Ville somewhat flustered. She tried to look down, but the man was gently wiping away her sweat.

Looking up, she would be met with that affectionate gaze again, and in the end, she could only reach out her little hand to wipe it herself.

"Don't move around. You've had a long day, it's only right that I wipe your sweat."

Looking at the land that covered a full sixty or seventy square kilometers, Ron was amazed by their progress.

They originally thought they could open up about 50 square kilometers, but they ended up opening up a full 70 square kilometers of land.

This far exceeded expectations, which shows how hard they worked today.

"No, it's not hard at all~"

O'Vell pursed her pink lips and ultimately accepted the man's service of wiping her sweat, because she enjoyed the feeling.

Seeing the other person's gentle eyes made her feel that all the hardship was worthwhile.

This time, O'Ville's face no longer flushed with shame or embarrassment, but with the tender flutter of a young girl's heart...

"Ovelle~"

Looking at the shy and bashful appearance of the dragon girl in front of him, Ron admitted that he was smitten.

"Hmm~"

O'Vell responded softly, and for some reason, the whole dragon was very nervous, more nervous and intense than when it first saw a man in the prison, or when its tail was being pinched.

This intense emotion left her momentarily at a loss for what to do.

“So beautiful~”

Ron is like that; he never hesitates to praise beautiful things.

"Yes, yes, the sunset is beautiful~"

Upon hearing the man's words, O'Ville's heart leaped into her throat, and she could hardly breathe.