The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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“My mother used to drink water here when she came to hunt in the area.”

Shemier recalled that she had come to this mountain range several times when she went hunting before.

However, that was a long time ago, and now they are less likely to venture out of the Misty Forest.

As the orc tribes grew stronger, humans also frequently came to hunt on the outskirts of the Misty Forest, causing their living space to shrink continuously.

"Fria, what's wrong? You seem a little unhappy."

She and her mother chatted the whole way, but Feliya seemed to have something on her mind, staring out the window the whole time.

"Whether she's happy or not, she's always like this."

Ron couldn't help but mutter, "This fire dragon girl, if she weren't so arrogant, she'd actually be quite nice."

He rarely speaks except when he's with Olivia.

"That's because you're here, that's why I can be happy."

Philia glanced at the man with a detached expression, clearly not very happy.

If I were to fight Ron right there and then, I'd probably be grinning from ear to ear.

"I don't think I did anything to you along the way, did I?"

Ron was puzzled. He hadn't laid a hand on her, so why was he being called shameless?

His mouth definitely needs some discipline!

"Your damn eyes, they seem to be on us the whole time, don't they?"

Philia is actually somewhat immune to Ron's gaze now, but being stared at all the time still makes her feel a little uncomfortable.

If I weren't strong enough to beat this shameless human, I would probably have been forced to do strange things long ago.

This reminded her of Fiona, the human woman who was always forced to do strange things.

"You're sitting across from me. My eyes aren't on the back of my head, so what am I supposed to look at if not the front?"

The carriage was so small that you could only look straight ahead.

Of course, I would occasionally glance at the highlights of their bodies.

There's nothing we can do about it.

The sight of the beautiful objects bouncing around as the carriage jolted along was truly captivating.

As a proper gentleman, Ron certainly wouldn't miss such a beautiful view.

The carriage kept bumping along; surely that can't be his fault?

Is there nothing wrong with that thing that's waving around in front of you?

You know perfectly well what you're looking at.

Fria suddenly realized that doubling her growth after adulthood wasn't all a good thing.

If it were smaller, it might not have been noticed.

But for some reason, when a man stares intently at my body, I feel a strange surge of intense emotion.

This caused her tail to wag uncontrollably the whole time while she was in the carriage...

This tail is really disappointing...

"Now that the spring water is fine, you can use your abilities to find the hiding places of the prey nearby."

Although Ron's sense of smell has improved somewhat, it is still far inferior to that of the subhumans. He can now smell things within half a kilometer.

The nose stops working when it's far away.

The Ice Wolf Clan possesses an exceptionally keen sense of smell, even more so than that of ordinary wolves. If the wind is blowing in the right direction, they can detect scents from tens of kilometers away.

Their ability to find prey is top-notch.

We'll have them join the hunting team later, which will make finding prey much easier. The rest of the team will just need to focus on their accuracy.

If Phyllis is alright by then, let her join the hunting team. Firstly, her strength is quite good, which can ensure the safety of the hunt.

Secondly, it has a strong sense of perception and can detect hidden enemies or spies in the surrounding area.

This way, when patrolling the mountains or hunting, you won't be spotted without even realizing it.

Sometimes danger arises from this: once you're targeted by an alien race, you gather your companions, and then battle becomes unavoidable.

"Leave the hunting to me, my lord."

Shemir was quite confident in her nose; back in the tribe, she was always able to lead her team to find the hiding places of their prey.

If the complex terrain of the Misty Forest is no problem, then the area near the Kechis Mountains will be even less of a problem.

After saying that, she lay down on the ground, pressed her nose close to the ground, closed her eyes, and with each breath she took, she could get a lot of information from the air.

Muses had also participated in several hunts. Although he was not as experienced as his mother, he followed her example, lying on the ground and searching for the scent of prey.

The way this mother and daughter ice wolves were lying down looked no different from that of a puppy.

Her posture was captivating, making one irresistibly want to approach her from behind...

When Phyllis noticed the man's gaze fixed on the high, rounded buttocks of the mother and daughter ice wolves, her brows furrowed even deeper.

That shameless human must be thinking something truly awful!

"Mses, how's it going? Have you caught the scent of your prey?"

Shemier had found the prey's hiding place, so she asked her daughter who was standing nearby.

She wanted to gradually pass on her experience to her daughter.

"I've smelled it, but I can only confirm that it's near the eastern side of the mountains. I can't tell exactly how far away it is."

For the Ice Wolf Clan, smelling a scent is simple, but discerning the number and distance of prey is something that will take them years, or even a lifetime, to learn.

"The location is correct, but Muses cannot determine the number and distance of the prey, so he cannot be considered a good hunter."

Shemier taught him very patiently;

"First, you can use other smells in the air to determine the approximate location of the prey, and then use the smell of the prey's droppings and urine to determine the approximate number. Remember these smells, and then after hunting a few more times, you will gain experience."

Hunting is like this: in addition to being taught by words and deeds, one also needs to learn through repeated hunts and by observing changes in scent.

A good marksman needs to be fed bullets, and a good hunter needs to gain experience from each hunt.

The same applies to battles. Only lords who are frequently on the front lines can gain experience through repeated battles and do better next time.

Ron saw this pioneering effort as the cornerstone for conquering the world. Only by gaining valuable experience in this pioneering war could he be at ease when facing major battles, nobles, or even nations in the future.

If you let someone with no experience command a large army, you can imagine what it would be like.

There have been too many similar incidents in history. When soldiers are handed over to generals who are incompetent in warfare, even a force of 100,000 can be routed and lose their armor and weapons.

Could this be a problem with the soldiers?

"My lord, there are about forty reindeer foraging in the plains about 12-14 kilometers east of the mountains."

Shemier confidently stated the location and number of her prey.

This is something that can only be achieved through years of hunting experience combined with talent.

"Alright, get in the carriage and head east for 10 kilometers along the mountain range."

Ron was pleased with what the Ice Wolf mother had said.

She is indeed a natural-born hunting material. With her around, it's like giving the hunting team a full-map cheat code.

No prey can escape her nose.

However, one thing to note is that humans and demi-human girls don't speak the same language, so I'll have to act as the middleman and teach them some gestures.

This way, when going out hunting, Shemir only needs to make a gesture, and the hunting team will know what to do.

"Yes, Lord Lord!"

The knights mounted their horses, and although they didn't know what they were going to do, they still followed steadily behind the caravan.

“Fria, do you see this? This is what professionalism is all about.”

For some reason, Ron couldn't help but tease her when he saw her.

This seems to have become the norm for the two of them.

They're either arguing or exchanging pointers.

"Our expertise is something we subhumans excel at, what does it have to do with you, a human?"

Philia didn't want to talk to him at all. He was clearly human, but he acted like he was the one who had found the prey.

"But it has something to do with you. The Ice Wolf Clan has such a keen sense of smell, while you are much weaker in that respect."

Ron wanted to use this incident to teach the hot-tempered fire dragon girl a lesson.

"But my fists can pin you to the ground."

Philia wouldn't be discouraged by such things. A keen sense of smell is an advantage for wolves, and as a dragon, she doesn't need to compete in such matters.

For some reason, her tail rose a little higher...

That shameless human, I'm going to give him a good beating tonight...