The dragon lady doesn't like the lord

For the lower class people in this era, being able to have enough food to eat is happiness.

Inside the carriage, Ron lay comfortably on the sofa, looking smugly at the maid lying on the round table;

"Fiona, can you tell me what's wrong with you now?"

This trashy maid of mine is so useless that she surrendered before I even made a move.

I can only say that she is worthy of it...

"Asshole master clearly knew, but still asked the maid why at this time..."

At this moment, Fiona was feeling extremely ashamed. She was the one who moved her feet, so why couldn't she bear it first?

This kind of thing...

It's all my fault, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be like this~

"Hahaha, how would I know if you didn't tell me?"

Ron came forward and lowered his voice:

"You're so sensitive. What will you look like next time you come to my room wearing a special maid outfit?"

I originally thought that my maid was very powerful, but I didn't expect that she was similar to Filia's tail and couldn't withstand the touch.

But Ron likes...

Hearing this, Fiona bit her lips tightly and said nothing...

She used to be sharp-tongued and could always retort to whatever the men said.

But it's a little hard to say now, because Fiona herself can't guarantee that she won't be defeated immediately next time like today...

It's all my fault, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be like this...

"We are being followed. I think it's three humans on horses."

At this time, Feiliya frowned and spoke with a serious expression.

After she became an adult, her perception became much stronger, and she could sense the slightest fluctuations in the air through her scales.

From these fluctuations, the volume of the recirculation wave can be roughly determined.

"So, are we going to fight then~?"

Lucia looked terrified, fearing that she might be in danger.

It's okay to let her eat and do some watering work, but it's probably impossible to let her fight for the time being.

Ron noticed Lucia's performance. He was not worried about Lucia's condition and decided to be a dragon tamer in the future.

If she is trained well, there is no need to worry that she won't be able to fight.

"Those are surveillance personnel sent by the high nobles, also for protection."

Ron explained calmly.

"Monitor, protect?"

Feiliya was puzzled, and there was an urgency in her eyes to know the answer.

"Yes, monitor us to ensure that we don't attack other pioneer lords in advance."

Ron explained patiently:

"Equally, they are also monitoring other lords and will not attack us rashly."

This is a supervisory knight arranged by the Earl's Mansion. His main purpose is to prevent the nobles from starting fighting before they reach the territory.

This goes against the original intention of development.

Behind every outrageous regulation, there is an even more outrageous past.

Twenty-five years ago, there was a powerful pioneer lord who led thousands of knights and set up an ambush outside the city. Before the pioneering battle even began, he had killed more than fifty nobles.

That’s why there is this strict rule that no attack can be launched before reaching the frontier area.

Once they reach the territory, these knights will leave.

Ron didn't mind this. On the contrary, he felt that the journey would be much safer.

At least there is no need to worry about Wilson Gray's sneak attack in advance.

After all, the reason why it is called a hard and fast rule is that once violated, one will lose the qualification to develop.

"I understand. I protect weak lords like you."

Feilia goes straight to the point, she always finds the key to things.

"That's right."

Ron did not deny what Filia said, and he was indeed the beneficiary of this rule.

Not to mention whether he has a chance of winning against Wilson Gray now, he is now acting together with the Northern Aristocratic Group.

If the battle becomes stalemate, there is no guarantee that the northern nobles will not join the battle.

Then, they will be beaten and run away in fear.

Besides, Ron didn't want to have a fight before the frontier development. When he arrived at the frontier development, there were still a lot of things to do and he couldn't waste time on the road.

"Master Ron."

At this time, the convoy stopped. While Ron was still wondering what was going on, Alman came to the right side of the carriage.

"What happened?"

Judging from the situation, there shouldn't be any enemy attack or something like that, after all, there was no riot.

"On the road ahead, there are a group of farmers kneeling down and begging for shelter. What do you think we should do?"

Alman was not very good at handling this kind of thing, and the first thing he thought of was to report it to Ron.

If it were a knight commander with his own ideas, he might have started to drive them away violently a long time ago.

"Take me to see it."

Ron was delighted when he heard the news. He got off the carriage and looked from a distance. He saw a large crowd of people kneeling.

As expected, other lords would only keep a portion for reclaiming wasteland.

The rest will be lost on the road shortly after leaving the city.

To the nobles, the lower class people were nothing more than resources. They would be eliminated if they had no value, and absorbed if they were needed.

They would not spend extra gold coins to let these people spend the winter in their territory.

Anyway, the thing that this world lacks the least is consumables.

"Merciful Lord, please take us in."

"We'll do a lot of the work for you."

They knelt on the ground like refugees, begging desperately, praying to be chosen by the noble lords in front of them.

Because if you don’t become a subject, there is a high probability that you will not survive this winter.

"You guys really dare to think that you want me to take you in and think I'm running a charity?"

Ron frowned and spoke in a bad tone.

The reason why he did this was very simple. He wanted to suppress them first and then praise them, so that this group of people would not see any hope, and then they would not have so many demands.

A little alms would satisfy him, after all, he no longer had the gold coins to give away the farmers.

"Lord, we swear to be loyal to you forever, as long as you give us a bite to eat."

In this era, food and clothing are the biggest problems for the lower class. As long as they can have enough to eat, they are willing to do anything.

When these people heard the words of the nobles before them, they cried out in despair and continued to beg.

"How about this...."

Seeing that it was almost done, Ron thought for a moment and then said:

"If you are willing to become a serf, come with me. This year I will only provide you with food and clothing. Starting next year, you will receive 50 silver coins per year."

After saying this, he got on the carriage without looking back.

Under normal circumstances, recruiting serfs and farmers requires a reward of silver, but Ron does not have that now, so he can only promise to provide them with food and clothing.

Moreover, serfs are different from farmers. Before their death, they are the property of the lord. The lord only needs to pay about 1 gold coin every year and ensure that they do not starve to death.

The children born will also become the second generation of farmers and work for the lord.

The conditions Ron is offering now are very low. As a qualified lord, he will definitely exploit them at this time.

Although the amount was small, these desperate farmers not only had no complaints, but were grateful and praised Ron for his kindness…

For them now, the only way to survive is to solve the problem of food and clothing this winter.

Ron was willing to take them in and arrange jobs for them, even arranging jobs for their next generation in advance. How could this not be considered merciful?

Ok? ? ?

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The convoy drove northward, and the rolling wheels crushed the weeds on the ground, but could not crush the serfs' desire to survive.

Having been abandoned, they had no choice but to follow the convoy as long as they could have enough food and clothing.

They don't know how long the road is, or even the destination, but they still go with the flow with steady steps.

In fact, some people are also struggling and confused, not knowing how to choose.

But seeing that most people followed suit, the herd mentality made them choose to go with the flow.

In the carriage, Fiona leaned her hands on the window sill, stuck her head out, and struck a beautiful pose.

Seeing that more and more people were following, Fiona frowned.

Snapped--

As a proper gentleman, Ron couldn't help but pat the charming, round buttocks swaying in front of him.

"Asshole master, always taking the opportunity to extend his evil hands to the maid~"