The dragon lady doesn't like the lord

Fiona swallowed her sweet saliva and her breathing became more rapid.

She knew that controlling the potion formula meant having an inexhaustible mountain of gold that could be used to build a legion of holy knights.

It can be said that if you control the potion formula, you control your life.

"Pictured on the roadside."

Ron naturally couldn't tell her the truth, so he just said something perfunctory.

"Asshole master, just forget it if you don't tell me."

Fiona raised her little face, turned her head away, and made an expression as if she was ignoring Ron.

After just a few seconds, she couldn't hold it anymore, turned her head, got close, and massaged the man's shoulders;

"Master, since you can make knight potion, please make one for me. You know, my dream since I was a child is to become a powerful knight."

Fiona is like this. Once she needs something from Ron, she starts to flatter him.

"Okay, 1500 gold coins each." Ron said the highest price without mercy.

"Asshole master, he even cheated the little maid out of her money."

Fiona was depressed. She didn't expect Ron to ignore the relationship between master and servant and ask for a huge amount of money.

But after learning that Ron could make potions, I was so excited that I couldn't stop smiling...

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The carriage sped through the night and soon arrived in front of the banquet hall.

After parking the carriage, Ron took off his coat and prepared to change into the evening gown he had prepared in advance.

Dressing appropriately is basic etiquette for nobles attending banquets.

Ron is no exception.

"Master, let me help you~"

Fiona was about to walk out of the carriage, but turned back.

"Ah."

Ron didn't refuse.

When helping Ron put on his black suit, Fiona occasionally touched him, and she could clearly feel that the touch from her fingertips was different from before.

I remember that the master didn't have so much muscle before, but now his body is so hard...

For some reason, Fiona's face turned red. She pursed her pink lips and quietly helped the man put on his clothes.

"Okay, okay~"

Her voice became much softer, and she lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking about.

"You stay in the carriage and wait for me to come out."

Ron gave an order to the maid and got out of the carriage.

"Got it, Master~"

Fiona bowed slightly and looked at the man's back until he completely disappeared, then she withdrew her gaze.

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Ron, dressed smartly, wearing a bowler hat and holding a cane, walked into the banquet hall.

This banquet hall is large enough to accommodate forty or fifty people for dinner.

There are three tables in the center of the hall, one small round table and two long square tables.

The small round table was where the three viscounts' sons, the organizers of the banquet, sat.

The second slightly smaller square table is the seat for nobles who have five or more Holy Knights under them.

The third largest square table has no requirements and any local pioneer lord can sit there.

The dining table was divided into different levels. This was how the aristocrats were, they were used to clear class distinctions.

Ron only has one Holy Knight, Alman, so naturally he can only sit at the third table.

The banquet was to begin in five minutes, and all the nobles who were supposed to arrive were already there.

After Ron sat down, Boris Hayden, who was beside him, greeted him with a smile;

"Ron, you look good today. It seems like something happy has happened to you."

He was wearing a well-fitting suit, his hair was combed back neatly, and his leather shoes were shiny. It was obvious that he had dressed up carefully before going out.

"You know, expanding territory is only troublesome, there is nothing to be happy about."

Ron picked up the red wine glass and clinked glasses with the other party.

"Haha, that's true. For powerful nobles, this is a feast."

Hayden sighed;

"I just want to develop a small territory in peace."

This is the idea of ​​most of the minor nobles, because everyone is aware of their own strength.

"Who says it's not true? If we stick together, we might even be able to get a good territory."

Pullman Kyle, who was further away, couldn't help but speak.

Like the other nobles present, he was dressed in a smart suit and had his hair neatly combed.

Weak nobles fighting alone can easily be swallowed up by stronger nobles.

The process of expanding territory is cruel. It is most appropriate to describe it as big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps.

Everyone just drank and chatted like this.

When the time was almost right, three local viscount's sons came out from the inner room.

They are the initiators of this banquet.

"Gentlemen, let us raise our glasses and toast to a wonderful evening."

Tulsi Jesse raised his wine glass and glanced around.

He was over 1.8 meters tall, slender, with a thin face, sunken cheekbones, and flaxen, slightly curly hair that looked extremely dazzling under the light.

With a small beard and a gentle expression, the first impression he gives is that of a gentleman aristocrat.

Of course, his speech and behavior are indeed very gentlemanly.

He was the second son of Viscount Tours-Band, and his eldest son inherited the territory and title.

As Viscount Tours Band's favorite son, he was given extremely rich resources for this development.

A total of one hundred holy knights and five hundred ordinary knights are the strongest among all the pioneer lords present.

So he naturally has more say.

The pioneer lords present stood up one by one and raised their glasses;

“Cheers to a great night!”

"Alright gentlemen, the party is officially about to begin."

Chapter 21: The Wilson Family, the Feuding Family! Target: Qianli Swamp!

As the banquet began, the well-dressed nobles at the table clinked glasses and drank until their faces turned red.

When they had almost finished drinking, two knights in shining armor came in pushing a card board.

There was a map pinned to the board.

Tulsi Jesse stood up, walked to the card board, and spoke with a smile;

"Gentlemen, we will now formally conclude the alliance and the selection of the land to be reclaimed."

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally noisy atmosphere at the table suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked at the map, including Ron.

He only knew the general terrain of the Far North, which was not detailed enough.

Look for a suitable location for development now, so you don’t have to worry when you go to the Earl’s Palace tomorrow morning to select a development site.

"Baron Jesse showed his sincerity in forming this alliance and actually produced such a detailed map."

Eleanor Leir, who was sitting in the second seat, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves, and everyone begins to express their opinions;

“This is the first time I’ve seen a complete map of the Far North.”

"Baron Jesse is so selfless that he actually shared such a valuable map."

"Under the leadership of Baron Jesse, our alliance will definitely win a fertile territory."

The son of a viscount, if he does not inherit the title, is generally called Baron So-and-so as a sign of respect.

"These are all small things. I hope that everyone can have a satisfactory result from this development."

Tulsi Jesse waved his hand and then spoke to the man beside him:

"Next, I would like to ask Baron Wilson Grey to explain the specific situation of the frontier land to everyone in detail."

Wilson Gray is the second son of Viscount Wilson Lance. He is 1.92 meters tall, has flaxen hair, three-dimensional facial features, and a sturdy physique. From a distance, he looks like a mountain.

Due to long-term hunting in the mountains, his skin is dark and there is a five-centimeter scar on his left cheek. Combined with his tall and strong body, he looks ferocious.

The supplies for this expedition were also very luxurious.

With fifty holy knights and three hundred ordinary knights, his own strength is very strong. He was promoted to the rank of Holy Light Knight half a year ago and is now striving towards the rank of Holy Sword Knight.

Hearing his name, the nobles below began to praise him again.

The nobles are also very knowledgeable about the ways of the world and flattery.