The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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Often, relationships are strengthened through these everyday conversations.

At this rate, it won't be long before we can subdue the centaur tribe.

Subduing the centaur tribe will increase your combat power, but the most important thing is to obtain their illustrations.

After acquiring a few more illustrations and advancing to the rank of Holy Knight, dealing with Phyllis will be much easier...

As usual, the people of the swamp territory got up at the crack of dawn, put on heavy cotton clothes, and went out.

The temperature difference between day and night is already large in the far north, and now that it is late autumn, the temperature is dropping rapidly.

The daytime temperature can still be maintained at around 15 to 20 degrees Celsius, but the nighttime temperature has dropped below zero.

When I woke up early in the morning, the puddles were covered with a thin layer of ice, and the dew from the night had turned into translucent glass, enveloping the emerald green grass.

Winter is getting closer; with just one rain or snowfall, the entire far north will become freezing cold.

The villagers, as usual, came to the edge of the field to observe the growth of the wheat.

After this period of careful care, the originally shriveled wheat ears are now quite heavy, causing the wheat to bend over.

However, the wheat ears are not fully mature yet, and most of them are still greenish-yellow.

But it will be soon; in at most half a month, twenty days, the wheat will be fully ripe.

When the wheat is fully ripe, it will be a bumper harvest.

Everyone was looking forward to this day.

Moreover, the people discovered that after watering the wheat with the strange potion given by the lord, the wheat matured faster and the ears of wheat became fuller and larger.

This made them even more respectful of their wise and powerful lord.

In the past, kneeling and kowtowing to express gratitude was mostly due to the disparity in social status and the pressure of the other party's rise to power.

But now it's different; they admire that man to the point of complete awe...

Fiona, who was her personal maid, also woke up early.

Perhaps she had been busy and tired for too long yesterday, so she stayed in bed comfortably for a while, wrapped in her warm blankets, before finally getting up.

Of course, this is normal. After all, the weather is getting colder and colder, and it's not normal for people to be able to get out of bed without sleeping in.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Fiona, as usual, filled the bathtub with warm water, added flower petals, then took off her nightgown and immersed her body in the warm water.

“So comfortable~”

When the weather is cold, taking a bath is the most comfortable thing. Fiona lay back in the bathtub, letting the warm water soak her body.

After soaking for a good ten minutes, the water had cooled down a bit, and she reluctantly dried herself off. She went to the wardrobe, put on black pantyhose, and then changed into a black and white maid outfit.

She turned around in front of the mirror to make sure everything was alright before leaving the house.

As soon as the door opened, a gust of cold wind swept in, making Philia shiver involuntarily.

There's no way around it; the temperature difference between day and night is huge in the far north. The sun has just risen, and it takes at least two or three hours for the temperature to gradually rise. It's still quite cold outside right now.

Fortunately, I had the merchant prepare thick black pantyhose a few days ago, and I also changed my maid outfit to one with fur trim. Otherwise, how could I possibly withstand wearing this kind of maid outfit for a while?

After the centaur girl delivered two boxes of gems last time, Ron contacted the merchants and asked them to prepare the necessary supplies and send them over as well.

Judging by the time, the supplies will arrive in the valley territory either today or tomorrow.

Fiona first went to the kitchen to make sure there were no problems before returning to the second floor of the castle.

She walked with her long, beautiful legs to the first room.

Previously, this door was quite dilapidated and was hastily built, but after going to the Misty Forest to cut down timber, the castle's doors, windows, and furniture were built first.

It's all made of pure natural solid wood, and you can clearly smell the fragrance of grass and wood when you get close.

Fiona did not knock on the door, but instead took out a spare key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it twice.

The door opened with a click.

Fiona entered the room, locked the door, and then skillfully placed her round, pert buttocks on the edge of the bed, reaching out to pinch Ron's face.

Damn owner, always so late getting out of bed!

However, the owner's face felt warm, which was quite comfortable.

Fiona, pinching Ron's cheek, involuntarily moved even closer...

This jerk of a homeowner needs to learn the consequences of sleeping in...

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Inside the castle, in her room, Philia woke up feeling inexplicably restless.

Especially when I think about sparring with Ron, I always feel depressed and suffocated.

This makes her want to vent this anxiety, but she finds it difficult to find an outlet.

As soon as I got up, I went to the bathroom and used the cold water to extinguish the anxiety in my heart.

How could I possibly become obsessed with that kind of thing?

It's impossible!

Philia has always been clear about what she needs.

I also know why I'm anxious.

But they still refuse to face this stark reality.

All I can do is keep running away.

But what she didn't know was that the more she avoided this kind of thing, the more it would accumulate, and when it finally erupted in the future, it would be like a raging flood that would engulf her entire dragon form.

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In a daze, Ron had a dream in which his wicked maid stole the breakfast he had made.

He was no longer surprised by this dream.

As Ron gradually regained consciousness, he opened his eyes, and just as he had expected.

That wretched maid of mine is stealing the midnight snack he made yesterday again.

This seemed to have become an unspoken agreement between the two: Ron would prepare a large portion of late-night snack in advance and leave it in the room, waiting for Fiona to sneak a bite when she came over in the morning.

It must be said that Fiona looked quite beautiful at that moment, with a radiant complexion and long, fair legs.

"The kind of master who stares at the maid first thing in the morning is the most disgusting~"

When Fiona saw the man staring intently at her, she immediately pouted and gave him a disdainful look.

"Master, please don't have any strange ideas. The maid doesn't like to eat what you make; she just doesn't want someone else to eat the meat for your dinner."

After saying that, she licked her lips, picked up the knife, and began to devour the luncheon meat again.

That bastard Ron, he must be thinking something weird.

How could I possibly like what he makes? It's clearly awful.

I don't like it at all.

I did this because I didn't want someone else to eat this breakfast.

hum~

"You came to steal my dinner meat first thing in the morning, and you're so arrogant. It seems I need to teach you how to be a proper maid, Fiona."

Ron didn't actually dislike his maid's behavior; on the contrary, he quite enjoyed seeing her eating happily.

But the maid has started to rebel against the Heavenly Gang; if she is not punished, she will probably only go further in the future.

"You jerk, master! I don't need you to teach me how to be a maid! I'm perfectly good at being a maid!"

Fiona frowned and looked at the man in front of her with an expression of looking at scum.

"My owner must be thinking something weird. Owners like that are the worst!"

I shouldn't have bothered waking that jerk Ron up!

What to do now? I'm in a bit of a dilemma.

"How could it be anything strange? I'm just asking you to help with some cleaning."

At this point, Ron looked at the sofa in front of him with a smug expression;

"Same as always, clean the sofa first."

He was actually quite clean, and the sofa wasn't very dirty, but in order to punish his disobedient maid, Ron still planned to make her clean it again carefully.

"You jerk, master! How can you always force the maid to clean so early in the morning?!"

Although Fiona was very unwilling, as a delicate maid, there was nothing she could do.

She had no choice but to obey the man's orders, pick up a rag, and begin wiping the sofa inside and out.

"You jerk, you jerk of a master! Stop standing in my way while I'm cleaning!"

Fiona pouted and looked at the man behind her with an expression of utter contempt for him.