The dragon lady doesn't like the lord

Ron's expression was serious, as if it was the truth.

"Just tell me whether Saint Xilin's hands are soft or not?"

As a mature gentleman, Burke Taillon did not believe such nonsense at all and asked immediately.

"soft."

Ron didn't want to lie about this kind of thing, so he told the truth.

Xilin’s beauty and figure are secondary. The most attractive thing about her is that she is a holy, noble and chaste saint.

You have to know that there are only twelve chaste saints in the entire Church of the Goddess of Night. Such women are hard to come by.

Of course, the most attractive thing about her is the huge contrast hidden under her holy, dignified and noble appearance.

A woman like her who always fantasizes about being treated harshly.

When we really face it, it will definitely be a feast so warm and unimaginable.

Ron is looking forward to the chaste Saint Xilin falling into depravity little by little and finally becoming his top holy weapon...

The nobles present all looked at Ron with something strange in their eyes.

He felt envious, jealous, and a little admiration. After all, he was the first person who dared to disrespect the saint.

Of course, what they don’t know is that the saint’s inherent holy aura makes it impossible for people to have such thoughts.

Only Ron saw through the contrast hidden under Xilin's holy appearance, and only then did he break through that layer of holy brilliance and admire her unscrupulously...

With the departure of the saint, the nobles began to formally receive their peasants under the auspices of the Earl's house steward.

Even though the host this time was just a housekeeper, no one dared to order him around and everyone was polite.

Because everyone knows that when beating a dog, you have to look at its owner. Since this matter is presided over by the butler, he represents Earl of Bourne.

Those present were not fools, and they all received their wages in an orderly manner.

However, sometimes unexpected things may happen.

At this time, a certain noble knight leader frowned and looked at the steward of the Earl's Mansion;

“Why are all the more than 200 farmers that our Wilson family received about 50 years old?”

The butler of the Earl's Mansion is in his fifties. Although he has white hair, he looks very shrewd.

He smoothed the collar of his suit and said expressionlessly:

"I am only responsible for hosting the people in the territory. As for how the distribution is done, I don't know."

If he were an ordinary butler, he would at least give some face to the Knight Commander.

But he was the butler who had served Earl Bourne since he was a child and had a very high status in the mansion, so he didn't even look at the other person.

"Then can you tell me who is responsible?"

Wilson Gray's knight commander seemed determined to get to the bottom of the matter.

Because he felt that if he didn't even get this matter done, he would not have the face to see Baron Grey when he returned.

Perhaps because the butler's attitude was very cold, his tone became much gentler and he no longer had the previous anger.

Many people are like this, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. They raise their butcher knives against the weak and beg for mercy in front of the strong.

"It should be the Knight Commander."

The Earl's housekeeper did not continue to be polite, but gave a rough idea and shouted to the long queue:

"Next person."

The Knight Commander of the Wilson family did not ask any further questions and planned to report the matter to Baron Grey to see what he thought.

According to his guess, perhaps he had offended Earl Bourne or someone in the Earl's Mansion, otherwise it would be impossible for all of them to be farmers around 50 years old.

The nobles present were all watching the show. If it was Wilson Gray himself, everyone might go up to him and say a few words.

Now he is just a knight commander, and no one is interested in talking to him.

"I guess Baron Grey has offended someone."

Like most people, Boris Hayden had the same idea. He felt that the matter was not serious. After all, the other party did this probably because he hoped that Baron Grey would be more restrained.

If there is a big conflict, it will not just be sneaky.

"I guess he said something out of turn after drinking, and someone else instigated him."

Pullman Kyle had the same idea. After all, the nobles attended too many banquets with each other, and it was inevitable that they would say the wrong things.

However, Wilson Gray's archenemy, Leonard Ron, was right next to him, and no one suspected that this matter was related to him.

The reason for this is that in everyone's perception, Ron is a person so weak that Baron Grey can kill him at will.

Completely ignoring Ron, the culprit that caused all this....

After seeing what happened to Wilson Gray, Ron immediately thought of the day when he picked up medicinal herbs from the Earl's Mansion and reported Wilson Gray's name.

Fortunately, I was smart at that time, otherwise I would probably be the one in trouble...

This time, Wilson Gray was disgusted a bit.

Next time, it won't be so easy. We must wipe them out in one fell swoop and not give the enemy any chance to breathe...

Chapter 80: The young mother whose family was wiped out, the sorrow of the times! (Today's update)

Distributing farmers is actually not complicated, and each pioneer lord has already made a distribution.

All they have to do is sign their names, give them some money, and let them buy some daily necessities themselves, and then they can pick them up later.

Soon it was Ron's turn. After the butler confirmed that everything was correct, he asked a knight to take Ron to a gathering place for farmers.

There were dozens of tarpaulin areas randomly built with rags and old wood.

It is hard to imagine that tens of thousands of people have been living in this kind of environment for such a period of time.

They had originally hung their heads with dull eyes, without any energy at all, but when they saw the well-dressed nobles coming, they stood up excitedly and saluted respectfully;

"Lord~"

They don't know how to say nice things, but they are very obedient and behave respectfully enough when they meet for the first time.

This is a microcosm of this era. In the perception of the lower-class people, the aristocrats are noble and the blood flowing in their bodies is different from their own.

When facing the nobles, the only thing you can do is to lower your head and let them order you around.

"Ah."

As a qualified noble, Ron knew very well that he needed to maintain the aura of a noble in front of his subjects.

There was once a noble who was too nice to his subjects. His subjects suspected that he was a fake noble, so they united and killed him.

This kind of thing, sometimes when I think about it, is quite sad.

"My name is Leonard Ron, and I am your lord from now on. Lazy guys, your doom has come, because I will continue to whip you from behind to make you work hard."

Ron raised his head and glanced at the farmers present. Those who were seen lowered their heads even lower, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Lord, please rest assured, we will work very hard..."

They were talking to each other, and although their tones carried the accents of people from northern villages, one could still vaguely make out what they were saying.

"You are in good spirits. Come to me to collect your reward."

Ron nodded in satisfaction, took out a box and sat on the stool.

When they heard about the reward, the farmers' eyes sparkled and they gathered around excitedly.

However, they all stopped one meter away from Ron, and no one dared to get too close.

"Fifty silver coins per person, line up and come up to receive them."

Ron didn't waste any time. He opened the box full of silver coins and started distributing them to people one by one.

The farmers who received the silver coins knelt down and kowtowed excitedly;

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord. We will work diligently to complete all the tasks you have arranged."

In fact, at the beginning, they said a lot of random words, expressing their gratitude in all kinds of ways.

After all, many farmers can barely read, let alone speak nice words.

It was a young farmer who learned the words of thanks from somewhere, and everyone followed suit.

But some people always leave out a few words, or add a few words.

Ron didn't care. After all, his cultural level was there. There were no schools in every village in this world. Formal colleges only recruited nobles or wealthy businessmen who were willing to spend money.

It can be said that more than 90% of the people in this world are illiterate. Not to mention ordinary farmers, there are many knights who cannot read or write.

The money was distributed very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, only a few dozen people were left.

It was then that Ron noticed that among this group of farmers, there was a woman in her twenties holding a sickly little girl in her arms.

Under normal circumstances, few women this young would be willing to become farmers.

Or she would work together with her husband in the territory and produce the next generation for the lord.

Or they may be older widows who are ready to find a good farmer to live on.

"Merciful Lord, please don't chase us away. My daughter just caught a cold. As long as she takes some medicine, I promise she will be full of energy in two days."

The young mother in a plain dress fell to her knees and begged at the top of her lungs.

Her voice attracted the attention of the surrounding farmers, and everyone looked towards her.

"Where's your husband?"

Ron did not agree immediately, but asked the question that many people present had in their minds.

"My husband died two years ago."

The woman bit her red lips tightly, as if she was thinking of something sad, and her expression became more and more sad;

"After my husband passed away, my uncles and aunts took over my land and house. Now my mother and I have nowhere to go. I only ask the lord to take us in. I can wash clothes, cook, and mend clothes. All I ask is that you give me and my mother something to eat."

In fact, there was something she didn't say. Her uncles and aunts saw that she had a plump butt, a beautiful face and a delicate figure, so they forced her to be their mistress so that they could give her a safe place to live.

For the sake of her daughter, she almost agreed, but she heard that many nobles had come to Winter City to expand their territory and needed a large number of farmers.