The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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He even deliberately chose the parts that had been bitten, and he not only did not dislike the leftovers, but treated them as if they were precious treasures.

"Indeed, this imported venison is different; it has a sweeter flavor."

He was telling the truth; it was the first time he had ever tasted such delicious venison.

To this, Ron could only say, "As expected of the Water Dragon Girl..."

"What are you doing? That's what Lucia ate!"

Lucia was stunned; she hadn't expected the man in front of her to be so unconcerned about what she had eaten.

Without even thinking, they began to taste it.

And to say such things.

This made Lucia so ashamed she wanted to crawl into a hole.

Of course, what upset her the most was that half of the deer leg was gone!

"Give it back to me! That belongs to Lucia!"

"Once it's in my mouth, it's mine. This deer leg doesn't have your name on it!"

"Waaah~ Lord Fria is bullying me~"

"Lucia's deer leg is filthy, it's covered in this disgusting human saliva. Let's eat something else..."

"???"

Chapter 131 The Decision of the Northern Noble Group! Ron's family was thrilled to receive the letter!

After having lunch with the dragon women, Ron, covered in wounds, got into the carriage and went back.

However, he wasn't in pain; he was experiencing a bittersweet feeling.

The teeth marks on my arm have completely healed thanks to my body's self-healing ability.

And it tasted delicious, especially the sweet imported venison.

Although O'Ville was still somewhat angry, she didn't neglect her work at all.

In just one morning, they had cleared half of the main road from the swamp to the valley.

It is estimated that the road can be opened before dinner, which will greatly reduce the time spent traveling between the swamp and the valley.

If you take a horse-drawn carriage, you can make a round trip in three hours.

There was nothing much to do in the afternoon, so Fria stayed to keep her friends company. Ron didn't try to stop her, since there was really no need for her to stay.

There are some situations where she's needed, but she'd never agree...

That's how dragons are; once they become stronger, they become difficult to tame.

The main problem is a lack of strength. If we were strong enough, we definitely wouldn't let them off so easily next time...

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Time flies by, though not quite that fast, it's just nearing dusk.

The nobles who supported the Valley Territory have returned to Lake Besri, much to everyone's surprise that they returned so quickly.

"The battle is over?"

Seeing that the knights who came to his aid had returned unharmed, Turs Jesse asked a question with some surprise.

He sensed something was wrong; even if the round trip to the valley was short, it would still take about ten hours.

The team went in the morning and returned after sunset.

It's impossible to complete a battle in such a short time.

Moreover, everyone who returned looked rather grim, leading him to believe that Wilson Gray had likely already dealt with Leonard Ron beforehand.

He only showed this sour face because he came all this way for nothing.

"It's over, but it's Wilson Gray who's been finished."

Lucas Kim plopped down on the sofa, took a big gulp of his drink, and responded with a serious expression.

"Something happened to Wilson Gray?"

Tulls Jesse couldn't believe his ears, thinking he had misheard.

In his view, Leonard Ron was nothing more than a low-ranking nobleman with no fighting ability whatsoever.

Wilson Gray could crush him as easily as crushing an ant.

"When we arrived at Valley Territory, we were greeted by Leonard Ron and his knights. The entire Valley Territory was flying the Leonard family flag, there's no mistake."

Lucas Kim spoke very seriously, sharing all the information he had gathered.

The Valley Territory has changed hands, so even if Wilson Gray doesn't die, he's lost his value.

"A nobleman of average strength actually lost to Leonard Ron, who was at the very bottom? I swear this is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life."

Turs Jesse didn't believe such nonsense at all, but seeing that the other person's expression didn't seem to be lying, he was already mostly convinced.

“Baron Jesse, it is indeed true. His knights can attest to it, and Leonard Ron has been very assertive.”

Seeing that the other party didn't quite believe him, Reynolds Luce added a sentence.

He would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

After all, the difference in strength is not small.

"In that case, Leonard Ron is probably hiding a lot of strength and is extremely shrewd. He was able to face the humiliation with such humility at the banquet. If this person is an enemy, he is quite terrifying."

The other manager, Titus Baker, who had remained silent, shook his head while praising the manager.

His eyes were filled with worry and apprehension.

"No matter how deep his scheming is, he has now exposed his strength. As long as we gather our strength, we can nip this dangerous trend in the bud before he grows up."

Turs Jesse's thinking was simple: having such a lord nearby posed a certain risk. If a battle were to break out in the future, he might take advantage of the chaos and cause the alliance to collapse.

This is something we must be wary of.

In a sense, he was right. Ron had indeed considered taking advantage of the chaos, but the central nobles were too powerful for him to handle at his current level, so he abandoned the idea.

When the expansion reaches its climax next spring, and the central and western noble groups go to war, he will take advantage of the chaos to plunder...

Ron is like this: he avoids direct confrontation if he can avoid it, and he prefers to launch a sneak attack rather than a direct confrontation.

“I think we shouldn’t let things escalate further. We could send a nobleman who knows him well to talk to Leonard Ron and see what he thinks.”

Titus Baker shook his head, his face serious, and said:

"If we can win him over, that would be ideal. Losing Wilson Gray and gaining Leonard Ron might not be a bad thing. If we can't win him over, we can still maintain good relations and not invade each other's territory. After all, he proved his strength by destroying Wilson Gray. Now that we're launching a full-scale attack, he'll definitely be on guard. Even if we win, there will be considerable casualties."

He has a calm personality and doesn't want to cause any major trouble.

After all, war is full of uncertainties, and if anything unexpected happens, the aristocratic group will collapse instantly.

"Not only will we not avenge Wilson Gray, but we'll also bring his killer into the alliance?"

Turs Jesse wore a puzzled expression, his tone tinged with anger.

“Baron Jesse, war is not child’s play. Every battle carries certain risks. If our allied forces go to wipe out Leonard Ron this time, does everyone think victory is assured?”

Titus Baker's eyes narrowed as he spoke:

"Wilson Gray thought victory was assured back then, but now he's dead. If Leonard Ron could kill Wilson Gray, how can you be so sure he can't kill us?"

Upon hearing this, the nobles present suddenly realized what was going on.

After all, Wilson Gray's example is right before our eyes; someone has already fallen into this trap.

Those following behind will naturally avoid them.

After a heated discussion, the plan to attack Leonard Ron was ultimately rejected.

Turs Jesse stormed out of the council chamber, but once outside, his expression softened instantly, revealing a cryptic smile.

Sometimes people are like that; they only show you what they want you to see, and only they know what they're really thinking...

The matter was settled, and arrangements were made to send nobles who were acquainted with Leonard Ron to the Valley Territory to see if they could be recruited.

Most nobles recommended Boris Hayden because it was obvious that he was close to Leonard Ron.

Boris Hayden: "???"

Boris Hayden could only cry foul, claiming he was simply trying to avoid offending anyone and that his relationship with Ron wasn't particularly good...

But he had no choice; he couldn't say it out loud, so he had to bite the bullet and take on the task.

We prepared to depart early the next morning for the valley...

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The northern border, south of Waggar.

After releasing its last wave of warmth, the setting sun disappeared into the horizon.