The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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The celebration banquet proceeded in this wonderful and joyful atmosphere.

Farmers used to only be able to eat real meat once every few months or even half a year, but now they can enjoy a large bowl of it.

Moreover, fish, bread, and turtle soup are all-you-can-eat.

Everyone ate until their bellies were round and full, and they were very happy.

Initially, some people were skeptical of the various welfare policies and ranking rewards that Ron proposed.

After all, everyone knows that these noble lords change their minds every day; the rewards proposed at the beginning of the month will be canceled at the end of the month.

There is absolutely no trust involved.

However, they felt that this young lord was different. Despite some doubts, he worked diligently and managed the wheat field in an orderly manner. In another half month, the wheat should sprout.

Seeing such a sumptuous dinner today, the farmers all knew that their lord was not stingy, but rather very generous.

Despite having no credit for the battle, they basked in the glory and enjoyed a sumptuous feast they never imagined.

They felt that as long as they worked under this kind and generous lord, their lives would only get better and better.

This incident strengthened their sense of belonging to the territory.

Because what happens in their territory is closely related to them, if they win a battle, everyone can also have a feast.

This was unlike any other lord they had ever encountered.

When the land was distributed before, the farmers already considered this place their home.

Because they have more than an acre of land in front of and behind the house, and the house itself, they can do whatever they want with it—whether it's farming, growing vegetables, or doing something else, they can decide for themselves.

This is their freedom.

Under normal circumstances, peasants under the rule of nobles had no freedom whatsoever. Each person was only allocated a small plot of land of twenty or thirty square meters for building a house, a place so small that it was not even as big as the noble lord's washroom.

But this place is different. Not only does it have a full 100 square meters of land for building houses, but it also has nearly three acres of land to freely use, and the roads are very wide, enough to accommodate three horse-drawn carriages at the same time, so there is no congestion at all.

This leads many people to believe that as long as the houses are built well, they are no worse than, and may even be better than, those in towns.

This is what Ron wants to see.

Only when the people have a place to belong and treat the territory as their own home will there be enough cohesion, and the territory will develop better in the future.

If everyone sees themselves as laborers or slaves, then they will only mechanically complete tasks every day.

Ron had a long-term vision; he didn't just want to be a warlord or the ruler of a small territory.

He wanted to climb higher, to become someone who could control a place, or even the whole country.

Only by solidifying one's foundation at the grassroots level can one secure one's future position.

Imagine if all the people of the North were to support Ron; with that kind of unity, achieving great things would be no problem.

However, one must eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time.

First, improve your strength and become stronger; only then can these things be achieved one by one in the future...

The knights enjoyed the banquet immensely, each eating large chunks of meat and drinking heartily, reminiscing about their bravery in battle and their aspirations for the future.

They just tend to exaggerate their performance even more.

Of course, this is normal. After all, if you don't brag after drinking, it's as if you didn't brag at all.

The demi-human women hadn't seen such a lively scene in a long time. Looking at the smiling faces and the table full of delicious food and wine, they suddenly felt a little melancholy.

The men's witty banter and teasing made them feel a strange sense of belonging.

It feels like I'm gradually integrating into this place and slowly adapting to this kind of life.

Fiona was perhaps a little drunk, resting on the table, but for some reason, her knees were pressed together and gently rubbing against each other...

"Whoo~"

Ron, enjoying the wonderful dinner, let out a long sigh.

This victory allowed him to release all the pent-up frustration he had been holding in for some time.

Of course, there are also shortcomings, namely that Fria is too strong.

They're so strong that he has absolutely no way to deal with them now.

If she knew the way home, she probably would have left with her companions long ago.

"Fria, on such a beautiful night, why don't you show us how to breathe fire?"

Ron thought that if Phyllia could breathe dragon fire into the sky, it would definitely bring the atmosphere of the banquet to its peak.

"The performance is fine, we'll work together."

Perhaps it was the pleasant atmosphere tonight, but surprisingly, Philia broke with her usual behavior and agreed to the man's rude request.

"No problem, what do you need me to do?"

Ron can accept anything as long as it's not too outrageous.

"Tie yourself to a tree, and I'll unleash a dragonfire on you."

Fria was certain that she would definitely perform with the man in front of her if he agreed.

"Do you consider yourself humorous?"

Ron rolled his eyes at the little dragon in front of him, annoyed. He had been abused and treated harshly before, all in places where no one was around.

If he were to be humiliated by the dragon to his face, where would he put the face of his territory?

These people had no idea that Phyllis was the future Red Dragon Queen who would sweep across the continent. If they had known, then being humiliated wouldn't have been such a big deal for them.

After all, this is the future Red Dragon Queen with terrifying power; it's not shameful to be defeated by her.

"Didn't you start the joke?"

Philia is no longer going to tolerate this. She seizes every opportunity to confront him, and tonight she has already planned how to treat this man who promised to be her dog properly.

We must trample these shameless humans under our feet and utterly humiliate them!

"The evil dragon will be pounded into the ground by me tonight."

Ron's only stubbornness now is his mouth.

Even if we can't defeat the evil dragon, we can at least not lose in terms of spirit.

"Come on, I can't wait to be rubbed into the ground by you."

Philia immediately stood up, left her seat, and prepared to find a good place to help the man in front of her loosen up his muscles.

Let him know the consequences of being a smart aleck.

If that previous incident hadn't happened, Fria would have shown some leniency.

Now, if I'm unhappy, I'll act immediately; I don't hold back at all.

"Forget it, I never bully women. Even though you're a little female dragon, I still don't want to bully you."

Ron had no intention of getting beaten up so soon; he wanted to drink a little longer.

Damn!

This evil dragon seems to have had a bit of a drink; it's become even more irritable.

"As long as you can beat me, you can do whatever you want."

Since awakening a stronger bloodline, Fria has become increasingly confident in her own strength, and her style of doing things has also become much more domineering.

Of course, this is accompanied by a heightened desire to reproduce.

If it weren't for Fria's strong self-control, she probably would have become the dragon weapon of the man in front of her long ago.

Fortunately, after what happened last time, she learned how to cope.

I will never again allow such intense desires to fester and accumulate...

"You said it yourself, I've remembered it."

Ron felt that these words were too humiliating; as long as he could win, he could do whatever he wanted.

This evil dragon clearly looks down on people.

Damn it! ! !

"If you keep dawdling, I'm going to drag you out."

Fria won't tolerate this anymore; if the other party dares to be sarcastic, she'll take action.

Without hesitation at all.

Shameless humans deserve to be trampled underfoot every day!

"Evil dragon, are you serious?"

Ron was stunned. He hadn't expected to be treated like this just for tricking her once.

Moreover, it wasn't entirely his fault that time; Fria insisted on charging into the enemy's encirclement.

Oh right, it's all Wilson Gray's fault!

This guy is inhuman; he won't even rest in peace after he dies!

"Do you think I'm joking?"