The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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I wish my lord would treat me like that too.

Muses hadn't understood before, but after seeing his mother's expression on the cliff edge, he finally understood what was going on...

My lord is so amazing, he always manages to make everyone happy...

The banquet ended in this intense atmosphere.

Ron patted his behind with satisfaction and left, but he wasn't patting his own behind.

Of course, the most satisfied person was Fiona. Only after everyone had eaten their fill and left did her intense emotions gradually calm down.

"That bastard master is so easily tempted! Just a little bit and he starts making random moves on me!"

Lying face down on the table, looking at the ground, Fiona felt unbearably ashamed of her disheveled appearance.

The demi-human girls must have seen it too, and they must know that something's wrong with them.

It's all that bastard Ron's fault!

"Whoo~"

After calming herself down, Fiona left the restaurant, returned to her room, took a relaxing shower, and changed her maid outfit, black bodysuit, and shoes.

Then put the clean clothes in a basin, ready to go outside to wash them.

As soon as Jenny entered the washroom, she stood up and took the basin of clothes from Jenny, who was squatting there washing clothes with her butt sticking out.

"Miss Fiona, I'll wash all these clothes."

After arriving in the territory, Ron assigned her laundry work. The workload was not heavy; including the demi-human girl, there were only seven or eight sets of clothes a day.

"No, no need to trouble yourself, I'll do it myself today~"

How could Fiona possibly let someone else wash this outfit? It would be too embarrassing if problems were discovered.

“Miss Fiona, please don’t be so polite. Doing laundry is my job. You have many other things to do, so please leave these to me.”

Jenny figured the maid was probably a little embarrassed, which was why she wanted to do it herself.

Of course, she guessed right; she really was embarrassed...

"Can...."

Seeing her clothes being held in the other person's hands, Fiona felt unbearably ashamed.

It's all that bastard Ron's fault! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be in this situation.

"Fiona, your clothes smell so good."

Perhaps it was the fragrance that drew Jenny to the ground, but she inexplicably brought the soaked clothes to her nose and smelled them.

"It smells like lilies."

"Yes, yes, Jenny, you guessed right. Well, I'll go and get busy now."

Fiona froze on the spot, never expecting to encounter such an embarrassing situation. She immediately turned around, bit her pink lips tightly, and left in shame.

That bastard Ron, it's all his fault!!!

As Fiona left, Jenny, in the bathroom, looked at the faintly scented clothes and couldn't help but swallow.

Although she rarely got to eat anything good, she felt it was Miss Fiona's clothes and shouldn't be touched...

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It was early morning, the sun wasn't too strong, and a gentle breeze was just right.

Ron led O'Ville and Lucia to the northernmost part of the frontier, the closest point to the far north.

Ahead lay an endless swamp, with no end in sight.

"In a moment, we will cultivate the wheat field according to the path I have planned. Here is the map; I have taught you how to read it."

Along the way, Ron reminded O'Ville of the precautions for clearing the wheat fields and handed her the wheat field map he had drawn the day before.

This way, problems are less likely to occur when clearing wheat fields.

Ron's wheat field development plan is a vision that transcends time.

For every 20 mu (approximately 3.3 hectares) of wheat field, there needs to be a two-meter-wide irrigation ditch. This ditch can be used for irrigating the wheat field and also for raising fish and shrimp.

In addition, two straight avenues are needed, each capable of accommodating four carriages traveling side by side.

This makes transporting wheat much easier during harvesting and simplifies routine pest control, weeding, and other fieldwork.

Ron intended to use this place as a granary for conquering the continent in the future, and he needed to develop at least tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of acres of wheat fields.

The swamp is rich in aquatic plants, so we can build a super-large-scale breeding farm. Hunting can satisfy the meat needs of a few hundred people, but it can't satisfy the needs of thousands or tens of thousands of people.

Therefore, large-scale breeding farms are needed so that when a powerful army is built in the future, there will be no shortage of food and meat.

The saying "supplies must precede troops" perfectly illustrates this point.

Ron had an even longer-term vision; he started building up the granaries even before he had any troops.

"Yes, don't worry, my lord, we know what to do."

O'Vell thought that clearing wheat fields was more complicated than clearing land. Every ten acres required a field ridge, as well as ditches, wide roads, and a large lake for water storage.

The biggest challenge is that the construction of field ridges, ditches, roads, and lake shores must be as hard as rock, which requires a lot of time.

Although it was a bit tedious, she was confident that she could finish it within a day and a half.

"Ah."

I have a lot of confidence in O'Ville Ron. First of all, she is intelligent, has good emotional intelligence, and is reliable. She is arguably the most worry-free of the three dragons.

Even if something goes wrong, there's still Fiona as the supervisor.

"My lord, we need to pump a lot of water today, Lucia will be exhausted~"

Lucia is like this: when she hears that she has to do work, the whole dragon is in a bad mood. However, although she always complains, she will still do her job well.

Because she didn't want to disappoint the man in front of her, and wanted to see him smile with joy.

"You only get venison if you work, and also..."

Seeing O'Ville walk away and begin to clear the wheat field ahead, Ron moved closer to Lucia and said with a smile;

"If you work hard today, I can rub your tail when you come back tonight."

Gumbling—

Upon hearing this, Lucia seemed to have heard some incredible news. Her eyes widened, she froze on the spot, and couldn't help but swallow her dragon saliva.

Tail~

My lord, you've promised to massage Lucia's tail!

How could I possibly refuse something like this?

Seeing Lucia standing there in a daze, Ron thought she was hesitating, so he immediately reached out and grabbed her thick tail from behind.

"What? You don't want me to rub your tail?"

Ron felt that he could eat the dragon girls for the rest of his life because their tails were their weakness.

No matter what happens, it will behave itself as soon as you touch its tail.

"Hmm~"

Lucia, whose tail had been grabbed, immediately trembled and nodded with a charming expression.

"My lord, Lucia will work hard!"

The Water Dragon Girl's reproductive desire was already ridiculously high, but because she was underage, she turned this desire into a voracious appetite.

Since taking the potion, some of her desires have overflowed, causing Lucia to gradually start acting strangely.

Now, she can hardly resist the feeling of having her tail caught.

Without even thinking, I agreed.

Barbecue used to be her favorite food, but that's questionable now; maybe her tail is being stroked instead...

"That's good. As long as I keep working, I can keep getting my tail rubbed."

Looking at the water dragon girl with her delicate and beautiful face, Ron's lips curled up into a wild smile.

The dragon girl's body structure is quite unique; she has a strong physique, and her tail can't withstand being rubbed...

"Yes, I know. Lucia loves having her tail rubbed by the lord, so she'll work hard~"

Lucia felt that this reward was far more delicious than any venison, but of course, it would be even better if there was food involved...

Faced with such a generous reward, Lucia began to work tirelessly.

O'Ville was surprised; she hadn't expected Lucia to be even more energetic today than yesterday...

Seeing the dragon girl so full of energy, Ron nodded in satisfaction and left the wheat field.

Just then, Fiona arrived with her people.

When the wheat fields were being cultivated, the task of the villagers was to catch the stranded fish and shrimp.

"Greetings, my lord!"