The dragon lady doesn't like the lord

Lucia never thought about finding a human partner when she grew up.

But in the blink of an eye, I felt that the man in front of me was actually quite handsome, powerful, and an excellent lord.

This is the result of Ron's affinity for dragons. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, there would be genetic rejection across species.

When Yalong Niang looked at other humans, she thought they looked so ugly without scales.

However, due to the affinity of the dragon clan, they felt that Ron was the only exception, and the more they looked at him, the more they liked him...

"Haha, look how scared you are."

Ron couldn't help but laugh as Lucia's expression became increasingly nervous;

"I was just joking with you."

Know when to stop. It would be impolite to continue teasing her.

"Oh~ Turns out it was just a joke~"

Lucia was stunned for a moment, then she patted her surging chest and breathed a sigh of relief;

"I thought the Lord wanted to do something to Lucia~"

Turns out it was just a joke.

I know that the Lord will not force himself~

"Lord, Lucia is hungry~"

If she hadn't been so nervous just now, she would have wanted to speak a long time ago. Now she stopped and immediately thought of food.

"The restaurant will be there soon."

After coming out of the Black Iron Weapon Shop, Ron had already instructed the groom to go to a very famous restaurant in Winter City.

"Great, Lord, you are so kind~"

Lucia moved her plump buttocks and sat next to the man, her face full of joy.

For her, as long as she has food to eat, she is happy.

"arrive."

The carriage stopped at the door of the restaurant, Ron lifted the curtain and spoke to Lucia behind him;

"In the restaurant for a while, talk less, I may not be able to respond to you."

There are so many people around, and if I communicate with Lucia in ancient dragon language, it will sound like a dragon's roar to outsiders.

This is really ungentlemanly and will easily attract attention.

"Don't worry, Lord. As long as Lucia's mouth is filled with delicious food, she won't be able to talk~"

Lucia opened her mouth playfully, revealing her pink tongue.

When she swallowed, Ron could clearly see the inner wall of her throat contract slightly...

It's a pity to use such a good mouth only for talking...

Chapter 58: A small gathering of northern nobles! Small nobles are like ants!

In the sunshine, people are coming and going on the streets.

Ron led Lucia into a restaurant called "Bates".

This restaurant is of high quality and is generally only frequented by aristocrats and wealthy businessmen.

Ron had been here a few times before and thought the food at Bates was pretty good.

So I decided to take Lucia with me to try something new.

"Hello sir, welcome to Bethes, how many people are you today?"

As soon as I entered the door, a young female receptionist in uniform bent down and greeted me with a smile.

"You two, find me a quieter place."

Ron took out two silver coins from the bag and handed them to the receptionist.

When dining in such a restaurant, it is basic common sense to tip the waiters, and of course, the nobles are happy to do so.

Because this can better reflect their nobility.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir. This way please."

The amount of the tip was very casual. Some people were used to giving copper coins. Ron didn't have any on him, so he just took out two silver coins.

Money comes easily and you don’t feel bad spending it.

The female receptionist who received two silver coins became more proactive. She wanted to give the generous gentleman in front of her a perfect dining experience.

"Ron."

Just as Ron was about to take a seat, a voice came from the right.

He turned his head and looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw five young nobles in suits sitting around a round table.

"I am so happy. I didn't expect to see you again before heading to the frontier."

Last time at the dinner, Boris Hayden, who was sitting next to me, stood up and walked over to me, smiling and greeting me.

"It's nice to see you again, too."

Ron was a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet a group of small nobles from the North having dinner here.

"I'm hosting a small gathering today. Ron, why don't you come over and chat for a while? Opportunities like this will be hard to come by in the future."

Boris Hayden said sincerely:

"I also want to apologize to you for the last dinner. Under the circumstances at that time, facing Baron Grey, I had no choice."

When he got to the latter part, he sighed repeatedly;

"If it weren't for this incident, I think we would have become very good friends."

There are few fools among the nobles who can participate in the development of the territory. On the contrary, they are all old foxes.

People like Boris Hayden obviously say one thing to one person and another thing to another person, and don't want to offend anyone.

Even though Ron was basically dead in everyone's eyes, no one was willing to make enemies with him.

After all, in a pioneering war, no one can predict what will happen.

It was common in the past for small nobles to participate in pioneering wars, conquer a large territory, and become legendary lords.

"Mr. Hayden, I can understand what you did at that time."

Ron was telling the truth. The situation was special at the time and no one wanted to offend a pioneer lord who had fifty holy knights.

"That's good Mr. Ron, please take a seat."

Boris Hayden pulled out a chair and invited him sincerely.

Seeing the other party's invitation, Ron did not refuse. After sitting down, he patted the stool next to him and motioned Lucia to sit down.

Lucia was originally planning to sit nearby, so without any hesitation, she lifted her fat buttocks and pressed them heavily on the wooden stool, quietly waiting for the delicious food to arrive.

"Mr. Ron, I haven't seen you for a few days. You seem to be in better spirits."

Pullman Kyle greeted with a smile.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Kyle? I am worried about the development and I can't sleep every night."

Ron sighed heavily, seemingly having no hope for this development.

"We are helpless because of our low strength, otherwise we would have stood on your side at that time."

What Pullman Kyle said was false, but it was true that they were weak. Each of the baron's sons present had three or four holy knights under their command, plus a hundred ordinary knights.

He is at the bottom of the list among the pioneer lords.

If you don't join the Northern Alliance, anyone can bully you.

If they knew that Ron, who had only one Holy Knight two days ago, now had more than 30 Holy Knights under his command, they would probably be shocked.

"Mr. Ron, I hope you can survive this crisis."

Burke Tyron, with his neat short hair, spoke sincerely, as if he was really worried about Ron's situation.

"Thank you all for your kindness. Now I can only take it one step at a time."

Ron thought that when this group of people went back to see Wilson Gray, they might tell him about their current situation.

So he is deliberately showing weakness now in order not to reveal his strength and let Wilson Gray let down his guard.

This way, the next time we face the enemy, we can achieve a surprise victory and destroy them in one fell swoop.

"Well, let's not talk about this sad thing, let's talk about something else."

Ron took the initiative to change the subject, not wanting to continue discussing this matter in depth.

"really."

Boris Hayden nodded and continued where they were talking;

"Alas, the magic potion I bought from Count Bourne yesterday failed to get promoted after my subordinate took it. It seems that I have not been blessed by the goddess of fate."

Poor quality potions are seriously incomplete and may not lead to awakening even after taking them.

The chance of failure is half. After failure, you have to wait at least half a year before taking it again.

The slightly incomplete potions in the possession of the Sainttis Kingdom have about a ten percent chance of failure.

Only the complete version of the potion that Ron has mastered can guarantee success.

"The potion I bought also failed to advance."

Pullman Kyle sighed helplessly;

"If one more Holy Knight is added, then including myself, there will be five Holy Knights."

Among the Baron's sons, those who have more than five Holy Knights are no longer the weakest.

"I'm lucky. My subordinate took the potion last night and was successfully promoted to Holy Knight."

When he said this, Burke Taillon's face was full of joy, and he seemed to be particularly happy about this matter.