The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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However, the expression on her face still showed some disdain.

"Weren't you so stubborn and arrogant before? Now you're behaving yourself?"

Ron grinned so wide his mouth almost reached his ears, and gently touched Fiona's slightly flushed face.

This was the first time he had ever seen his own worthless maid make such an expression.

This is something I've never seen before.

She was charming and beautiful, breathtakingly so.

"How could that be? A maid would never behave, and besides..."

Fiona pouted, turned her rosy cheeks to the side, glanced at him sideways, and said with disdain:

"Moreover, the master is clearly the one who's stubborn, always saying he's very strong, but he's actually always been very weak."

Although his words were arrogant, he had completely lost his previous arrogance.

Towards the end, I think I felt a little guilty, and my voice became much softer.

Is there even a shred of truth to that?

Ron stepped forward and began to speak with great interest.

This maid of mine is only stubborn in her mouth.

But she's actually quite cute like this.

"It really couldn't be truer."

Fiona slightly raised her chin, trying to make her expression look serious.

Damn Ron, what's there to question about this?

Does he think he's that great?

How could that be? The master is clearly the weakest.

"Then let me see if your heart is truly sincere."

"Ugh~ You bastard master, what are you doing~"

"Check the truth."

"Wow, that's not how you do inspections!"

"Then I'll check it in a different way."

"Mmm~ Master, the maid is behaving herself, behaving herself~"

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Day and night alternate, the stars shift, and before we know it, dawn is breaking.

As usual, the people got up at dawn and went to the wheat fields to check on the wheat.

Unlike in the past, many of the wheat plants that are growing well have already sprouted bright green ears of wheat.

Once the ears of wheat emerge, the wheat will ripen in about forty days.

The people who witnessed this were extremely excited.

They look forward to a bountiful harvest and to seeing golden wheat fields.

The team that ranks high during the wheat harvest will receive a generous reward.

This is what everyone wants to see.

Because nobody wants to live a less desirable life.

There were quite a few conflicts when the team was first formed.

After all, everyone has different thoughts and ways of thinking; they are all unique individuals.

It is extremely difficult to work together to accomplish something.

But after about twenty days of getting to know each other, the team became more and more in sync, and everyone became very hardworking.

The reason is simple: everyone has been influenced by this diligent environment.

In the past, people talked about widows, women, the structure of various kingdoms, and sometimes, when they got excited, they would even talk about history from ten thousand years ago.

Things are different now. When people have free time, they talk about wheat planting techniques, fertilization skills, pest control techniques, and the growing conditions for wheat.

Of course, we'll occasionally talk about the pretty widow.

There's nothing we can do; it's a man's nature, and we can't change it.

Besides the commoners, Fiona, the lord's personal maid, also woke up early.

I don't know why, even though I worked until late last night yesterday.

I'm so exhausted I feel like I'm about to collapse.

She hadn't slept for long, but when she woke up, she seemed to be in better spirits than if she had slept normally during the first half of the night.

"Hmm~"

Lying in bed, Fiona stretched comfortably, then lifted the covers and got out of bed.

"hiss...."

Fiona must have injured her foot during her sparring session with Ron yesterday; she winced in pain when she landed.

"It's all that bastard owner's fault~"

Thinking about how she got hurt yesterday, Fiona pouted, seemingly a little angry about it.

She dragged herself to the bathroom, carefully brushed her teeth, washed her face, poured gentle water into the bathtub, added flower petals, then took off her nightgown, placed herself inside, and enjoyed a comfortable bath.

This is something she does every day now.

But today is a little different. The area that was injured yesterday is a little sore after being soaked in hot water.

Fiona checked the wound and found it was a little swollen, but fortunately it wasn't serious. There was no bruising inside, and it was still fair and tender.

"Damn master! When we went on adventures together as kids, I got hurt several times. And yesterday, during a sparring match, I hurt myself again."

Thinking about how her foot was cut and bled a lot yesterday, Fiona felt uncomfortable, but fortunately the injury wasn't serious, it was just a little red and swollen today.

Ron, that guy, never thinks he can do anything right.

I've tried sparring before, and he's managed to mess with me several times...

What a jerk!

Thinking of this, Fiona hugged herself tightly, looking dejected, and curled up in the bathtub...

However, this feeling came and went quickly, and she didn't actually blame Ron much.

I just felt inexplicably sad, as if I had lost something.

Yet, I fear not being appreciated...

After a relaxing bath, Fiona dried herself off, put on black pantyhose, changed into a clean maid outfit, and went out.

She's quite similar to Lilith in this respect; sometimes she prepares multiple sets of the same clothes. Fiona prepared a total of ten sets of black bodysuits.

However, two sets have broken down in the last two days...

This made Fiona feel a little threatened; if things continued like this, she wouldn't have enough black bodysuits to wear.

Fortunately, the Valley Territory has been opened up, and trade with Winterfell is now possible. Next time I buy something, I can add it to my shopping list.

Fiona felt that, given this rate of failure, they would need to prepare at least twenty or thirty sets...

After checking around the kitchen and making sure everything was alright, Fiona went to Ron's bedroom.

She initially intended to knock on the door, but after thinking about it, she simply pushed the door open and went in.

That damn owner, still sleeping in as usual.

Just as Fiona had expected, Ron lay sprawled on the bed, comfortably enjoying his sweet dreams.

I hurt my foot yesterday, and this jerk still managed to sleep!

I don't want him to be so comfortable~

Fiona gently placed her round, pert buttocks on the edge of the bed, then reached out and pinched the man's face.

Of course, she didn't use much force, because if she squeezed too hard, the other person would wake up quickly.

In order to tease him a little longer, Fiona chose to gently pinch the man's face in front of her.

Perhaps that wasn't enough, she wanted to sit a little further inside.

But then she remembered her injury from yesterday, and changed her mind, bending down and lying on the edge of the bed instead...

"Damn master, he hurt himself yesterday, today I'll make him taste the pain of injury too!"

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Time flows slowly, though not too fast, only when the dawn rises.