The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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It seems she's come to enjoy being appreciated like this.

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"Ok?"

Ron initially wanted to say something back, but after realizing this, he immediately felt it wasn't necessary.

"Why don't you speak?"

Seeing the satisfied expression on the man's face, for some reason, Fria quite liked it.

"What? Do you want me to say something?"

Ron took a deep breath, leaned closer, and lowered his voice:

"I told you I like you as you are now, I like your charming self, and I want more, is that okay?"

He was telling the truth; after all, the situation was so intense, how could anyone withstand it?

Towards the end, he couldn't help but put one arm around the other person's slender waist.

“A tool person shouldn’t have such thoughts and demands, but since you did well today, I won’t punish you.”

At this moment, Fria felt incredibly intense, and her tail slowly wrapped around the man's arm.

Their knees were pressed together, gently rubbing against each other.

Its scales turned a translucent red, gradually emanating wisps of flame...

Chapter 126 Phyllis Unleashes Scorching Flames! Ron Personally Helps the Scoundrel Maid!

Under the moonlight, a raging fire instantly erupted on the grass.

The fire came very quickly, completely engulfing the man and the dragon.

Within the fireball, Filya swayed gently, her delicate figure gazing at the man before her with a charming expression and a hint of shyness in her eyes.

She hadn't felt shy at all before, but now, under the man's intense gaze, she felt a little embarrassed.

What have I done?!

This shameless human deserved severe punishment, but everything that followed was a reward...

"Faria...Faria, you are so beautiful."

Feeling the intense heat of the flames, Ron couldn't help but hug the little dragon in front of him.

He held Fria tightly in his arms, who was enveloped in flames and whose scales were constantly spewing fire.

"You did a good job today, so I'll let you off this time."

Although the tightness was somewhat uncomfortable, Fria didn't dislike it.

I'm willing to be held like this by the other person.

This shameless man is only somewhat tolerable now...

"If you'd like..."

Ron brought his mouth close to Fria's ear and said in a low voice:

"Actually, I can do more and better."

He was quite confident in his abilities.

After all, with the boost from the Pokédex, he has become incredibly powerful, and he can handle even a sub-dragon.

"Small in stature, yet possessing a mysterious confidence."

When Filya first met the other party, she was actually quite shocked.

Although she had never witnessed it herself, she had heard her elders talk about this topic before.

They described how weak and useless humans were, and how strong and powerful the dragon race was.

So I have a general understanding of these things.

However, she discovered that the humans before her were even more powerful than the powerful dragon race that her elders had described.

No wonder this human always thinks about those things; it turns out he's different from other humans...

But even so, humanity is still just as weak...

"I think I can handle you with ease."

Although Fria has awakened a second time and become stronger, Ron has never been weak, especially with the abilities he gained from Lucia.

Strengthen it even more!

Furthermore, the encyclopedia enhances physical fitness, strength, and physique.

While not quite at the level of Fria, who possesses true dragon blood, she is still much stronger than a typical male dragon.

Ron was quite confident about this.

“A person who is merely a tool should be prepared to be one, and should not fantasize about something that is impossible.”

Suddenly, Fria tightened her grip and pinched him.

"You evil dragon, stop now!"

"I'll give you one more chance. What should you call me?"

"Your Majesty, spare me..."

Under the moonlight, the radiant-faced Filya laughed heartily as she watched the man in front of her wince in pain.

Shameless humans deserve to be treated this way.

It's best to ruthlessly torture him every day...

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Time flew by. After the battle in the Valley Territory ended last night, Ron ordered Yarman to lead the knights to guard the area and kill any suspicious persons they found.

Then, under the cover of night, he led Fiona and the demi-human women back to the swamp forest.

After all, Valley Territory was Wilson Gray's territory, and the beds and such were all used.

Disliking the dirt, they chose to walk to the edge of the swamp and take a horse-drawn carriage back.

This round trip took more than three hours, and by the time they returned to the Swamp Territory, it was almost dawn before they finally went to sleep.

The people were still the same; they got up at dawn and went to the wheat fields to check on the wheat. Looking at the thriving wheat, everyone's face was filled with joy, hoping for a good harvest and a good ranking.

This way you can get a generous reward.

Despite going to bed late last night, Fiona's strong biological clock still woke her up early.

However, she was in particularly bad shape today. Instead of getting up immediately, she clung to the blanket and stayed in bed for a while before finally getting up.

After yawning several times and squinting, I went to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth and washing my face.

After rinsing her face several times with the cool spring water, Fiona finally felt alive again.

Then I went into the bathroom, sprinkled some flower petals into the tub, and took a relaxing bath.

After taking a bath and drying herself off, she put on black pantyhose, donned a maid outfit, and went out.

Today her steps were light and quick, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of joy.

The reason is simple: yesterday's victory not only eliminated Wilson Gray, their sworn enemy, but also brought them many other gains.

The road to Winter City has been opened. As long as we develop steadily, we will definitely be able to officially become a lord next year.

That jerk of an owner, sometimes he can be pretty formidable!

Let him rest more today.

After entering Ron's room, Fiona gently placed her round, pert buttocks, encased in black stockings, on the edge of the bed.

She reached out and gently stroked the man's face.

Her delicate body trembled slightly when her lips were touched.

When the jerk of a master isn't actually bad, he's quite nice.

Since the master has accomplished such a great feat, then as the master's personal maid, she should be properly rewarded.

Gumbling—

Thinking of this, Fiona swallowed and gently lowered her round, pert buttocks.

That jerk of an owner slept so late last night, he must be exhausted today~

So it's okay for the maid to be a little bolder, right?

"Whoo~"

"I love my jerk owner the most~"

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