The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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Upon hearing this, Fiona didn't think much of it. She immediately twisted her slender waist, lifted her round, pert buttocks slightly, turned her body, and changed direction.

There was a sofa armchair right in front of her, so Fiona lay down on it to rest for a while.

I won't watch it then. Why would I want to watch that bastard owner?

"Fiona, your back is so beautiful. It's a shame not to use such a pretty back for cupping."

As the maid turned around, her beautiful figure was fully revealed, with her slender waist that could be encircled by one hand and her round, pert buttocks, which were perfectly displayed.

One can only imagine how beautiful Fiona looked at that moment, clad in thick black pantyhose.

Ron could swear that any gentleman in the world would fall in love with Fiona, unable to look away for even a moment; she was incredibly captivating.

Just looking at it makes you want to get completely absorbed in it.

"You bastard master, no, you can't stare at the maid!"

Upon hearing this, Fiona's delicate body trembled. She turned her head and gave the man behind her a disdainful look.

"The master deliberately made the maid turn around and sit with her back to him, didn't he? That's the worst kind of master ever!"

That bastard Ron must have preferred the maid's back view, which is why he turned around.

What a jerk!

"How can someone who appreciates beauty be a scoundrel?"

Ron was completely unaffected, and instead smiled with satisfaction:

"Since you woke me up, it's reasonable for me to admire your back view, right?"

It must be said that Fiona, wearing thick black bodysuit tights, has a breathtakingly beautiful back view.

Especially her round, perky buttocks, like a peach, are so captivating that one can't help but linger.

Ron could swear that no man in the world could look away from Fiona in the face.

"That's not right at all! The maid doesn't want to be stared at by that jerk of a master!"

Fiona pouted, revealing a proud and arrogant expression.

That bastard Ron, doesn't he ever get tired of staring at me like that?

But why do I like my master's gaze so much?

I love being so deeply infatuated with...

bah bah bah!

No, I wouldn't like that at all!

I hate owners like that the most!

"You really are a hypocrite, Fiona. You clearly like him a lot, but you just won't admit it."

Ron knew perfectly well what his scumbag maid was thinking; he had figured it out completely.

He lay on the sofa, watching his maid's alluring figure with great interest.

It has to be said that being able to appreciate such beautiful things up close every day is quite satisfying.

"A maid would never like her master, you bastard tribesmen, please stop having such impossible fantasies~"

Fiona released her lightly bitten pink lips, turned her face to the side, and looked at the man behind her with disdain.

I wouldn't like a master or anything like that~

"I'll see how long you can keep up this stubbornness!"

As he spoke, Ron stood up and moved closer to the alluring, slutty maid in front of him...

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Time flies by, and day and night have already changed in the blink of an eye.

The dark horizon began to lighten with the first hints of dawn, followed by wisps of golden light.

A new day has dawned in the Swamp Territory.

As usual, the people got up at dawn, put on their winter clothes, and went out.

There's no way around it; the temperature difference between day and night is extreme in the far north. The temperature in the morning and evening is already around four or five degrees Celsius, and ordinary clothes simply can't keep you warm.

The people who donned the cotton-padded clothes will never forget who bestowed them upon them.

Everyone felt awe and gratitude towards that man and towards the lord.

Everyone felt that meeting such a lord was a blessing they had accumulated over many lifetimes.

They worked even harder, going to the wheat field early every day to check the condition of the wheat ears and make sure there were no pests or harm before they could relax.

With their careful watering and care, the wheat is gradually maturing. Each grain has lost its greenness and turned golden. In about half a month, it will be fully plump.

Then we can pick a good day for a bumper harvest.

When the wheat was almost ripe, the fields no longer needed water. The two men from the village drained all the water from the fields and waited for the wheat seedlings to ripen.

Everyone was excited and looking forward to the day of harvest.

The people are all hoping that their team can achieve a good result and make it into the top ten, so that they can receive even more generous rewards.

In the future, it is even possible that the son will become a knight and the daughter will become a maid to serve the lord.

Besides the joy of the people, O'Ville and Lucia were also very excited and proud as they watched the wheat grow strong.

Although they never eat wheat products, they cultivated this wheat field, and it's like their own child; they have some emotional attachment to it.

Because they once toiled and sweated on this land.

Of course, Ron was also very happy. After all, with this bumper harvest, there was no need to worry about food for the winter, and there was even a surplus that could be saved for spring planting next year.

Fiona, the maid who grew up with Ron, was naturally looking forward to a bountiful harvest, but when she thought of the previous bet and those things, she felt a pang of shyness.

But it doesn't seem like a big deal, since it was already scheduled well in advance...

Chapter 178 The Daily Operations of a Scoundrel Maid!

"Ugh~ Master, the maid was wrong~"

"The maid will never hate her master again, she loves her master the most~"

Inside the room, on the sofa, Fiona looked at the man behind her with a wronged expression.

But her beautiful, charming eyes were already brimming with tears, as if they could drip water at any moment.

"It's too late to admit your mistake now."

Without saying a word, Ron reached out and slapped the slender waist of the maid in front of him.

I have to say, my own maid has a top-notch figure.

Especially the back view of her wearing thick black pantyhose, it's so captivating that you'll want to linger just looking at it.

And that plump, peach-shaped bottom is simply stunning.

"Ugh~ I'm never talking to that jerk of a master again~ I hate masters the most~"

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Inside the castle, in the dining room.

At Ron's prompting, everyone began breakfast.

He glanced at Fiona beside him before picking up his knife and beginning to eat his breakfast.

I have to say, my own maid is really mischievous.

Instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, they insist on playing tricks on themselves.

Now, neither of them gets any rest. Before breakfast, they even have Fiona help them brush their teeth and wash their faces before letting her leave.

Of course, Ron can't be entirely blamed, since it was his own maid who did it first, and he could only be considered to be acting in self-defense.

"You jerk, master! You even stare at the maid while you eat breakfast!"

Fiona bit her pink lips lightly, gave the man beside her a disgusted look, then took off her shoes and placed her fair little feet, which were wrapped in thick black pantyhose, next to the man's calf, and gently rubbed them!

My master is such a jerk, how could he bully me like that?

He was simply using the maid as a tool.

My head still feels a bit strange~

Gumbling—

Thinking of this, Fiona couldn't help but swallow, seemingly still unable to forget what had happened before.

"Yes, you don't need to look, you just take action."

Ron was already used to his maid's actions.

Although I'm a bit tired today, I still enjoyed it.