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"Does the lord mean that all the tribesmen should move to the territory?"
clever."
"But the clan leader will definitely not agree. She is a very strong-willed clan leader and will not allow the clan to be subservient to someone else."
Shemir knew that the proud chieftain was a very powerful person and would never agree to be a vassal of human territory.
"What if we add a magical potion that can revert their bloodline to its ancestral form?"
Ron's gaze fell on the long table opposite him, where bottles of potions were neatly arranged.
"My lord, do you still have that kind of potion?"
Upon hearing this, Shemier looked at the man in front of her with a face full of surprise.
"of course."
"If that's the case, perhaps the clan chief will agree."
"Then will you help me persuade your clan chief?"
"Hmm~ Yes, yes, my lord~"
Chapter 168: Onward to the Misty Forest! The Ice Wolf Clan prepares for battle!
As dawn breaks through the clouds and mist, it shines down upon the world.
A new day dawned in the swamp territory.
As usual, the villagers got up at dawn and went to the fields early to check on the growth of the wheat.
Check if there are weeds on the ground and if the wheat ears are infested with pests.
They can only feel at ease if they check and confirm every day.
Because no one wants to hold the team back, and everyone wants the team to rank high and receive generous rewards.
Some ambitious individuals even aspire to be in the top ten ten times, believing this will make them outstanding citizens, earn them the lord's reward, and give their sons the chance to become noble knights in the future.
This is something everyone is eager for, something everyone is looking forward to.
As her personal maid, Fiona got up early every day to wash and take a bath, cleaning herself until she was spotless before changing into brand new thick black pantyhose and going out.
She has now come to like Thick Black because Ron had previously praised it, saying that Thick Black was the best and more attractive.
Fiona just happened to feel that it was getting a bit chilly in the mornings and evenings, and that the clothes were indeed comfortable, so she went along with the man's wishes.
This time, besides buying ten pairs of thick black pantyhose, she also prepared two pairs of thick gray ones, thinking she'd try something different once in a while and see if that shameless man would like them...
After going out to the kitchen to make sure everything was alright, Fiona went to Ron's room and woke him up as usual.
What's different is that her wake-up call today seems to be more forceful.
She had this "I won't rest until I've killed the man in front of me" attitude...
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In the restaurant in the swamp territory.
As Fiona ate her breakfast, she swung her small feet, which were encased in thick black pantyhose, and occasionally glanced at the man beside her with a look of disdain.
Ron was naturally aware of his maid's behavior, but he had already gotten used to it.
After all, she's always been like this.
Ron didn't dislike his maid's sly looks and actions; on the contrary, he quite liked them.
After eating and drinking his fill, Ron wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, then gave instructions to Oville and Lucia across from him:
"You guys do the same thing today: come back and rest after you've cleared 500 acres of wheat fields."
"Okay, Lord, Lucia will do her best!"
Despite having her mouth stuffed full, Lucia still stammered in response to the man in front of her.
As long as you work hard to expand your territory, the lord will help you pat your tail.
I love it when the lord rubs my tail the most.
It's just that the lord hasn't helped Lucia in a long time~
If he still doesn't help today, then I'll go find the lord myself.
Gumbling—
Thinking of this, Lucia swallowed a mouthful of dragon saliva, and her tail swayed back and forth.
"Rest assured, my lord, leave the task of cultivating the wheat fields to us."
O'Vell licked her lips and nodded earnestly.
She felt the same way; she hadn't seen the man in front of her alone for the past few days, and she felt a little sour and sad.
Today, things have reached a point where they are almost unbearable.
I'm planning to go find Ron if he doesn't come tonight.
My lord, could it be that you no longer love me, or perhaps you've fallen for someone else?
Otherwise, why hasn't he come looking for me all these days?
Ron could roughly guess what the two little dragons were thinking.
She also decided to go see them around today.
After all, these two little dragons work very hard every day clearing the wheat fields, and they are exhausted both physically and mentally. At least we should help them relax and massage their tails.
After giving the instructions, Ron got up and left the restaurant, went to sit on the sofa in the lobby, and began to think about the arrangements for the day.
It's actually quite simple: just take a few bottles of magic potions that can revert the bloodlines of centaurs and ice wolves to the Misty Forest.
If we make contact with the Ice Wolf Clan and give them a few potions, then it will be much easier to subdue them next time.
Once one of the ice wolves has taken the potion that reverts to its ancestral form, the rest of the ice wolves will surely become restless.
Furthermore, with Shemir and Muses doing well, and with a little more persuasion from them, subduing the Ice Wolf Clan would be practically a done deal.
Then when you come back, give Ral a potion for her to take.
Once her bloodline evolves, the other members of the Centaur race will surely be very excited and eagerly anticipate the possibility of their bloodline reverting to its ancestral form.
Basically, it will only take a couple of days to subdue the centaur and ice wolf tribes.
If we can subdue these two tribes and restore their ancestral bloodlines, our strength will increase significantly.
"Whoo~"
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, then got up, led his team, boarded the carriage, and headed towards the border between the Misty Forest and the Valley Territory.
The road wasn't far, and the carriage traveled very quickly.
The carriage carried Philia, Shemir, and Muses, along with the slovenly maid.
The scumbag maid was still the same as always, enjoying swinging her small feet, which were covered by thick black stockings, even while sitting in the carriage.
She always glared at the man next to her with a look of disdain.
Ron didn't mind the incident and continued to enjoy the wonderful journey.
Soon the carriage arrived at the border between the Misty Forest and the Valley Territory. Fiona withdrew her raised foot and gave the man beside her a disdainful look.
"You jerk, be careful when you go out later, and don't do anything reckless."
That bastard Ron, he always takes advantage of my absence to bully Shemel and the others.
"Okay, be careful on your way back."
Ron looked tenderly at his maid. He had to admit, it was quite nice to have a loyal maid caring for him every day.
"Understood. The maid won't cause any problems, after all, she has to keep an eye on her master."
After saying this, Fiona turned around, got off the carriage, changed into another carriage, and went back with Yarman.
Yarman is currently mainly guarding the Valley Territory, and his trip here is also to protect Fiona.
Ron was worried that something might happen to Fiona if she was alone.
With Yarman, things are different; there's no chance of any problems.
"Let's set off for the Misty Forest."
After Fiona left, Ron immediately ordered his Holy Knights and the lumberjacks behind them to head towards the Misty Forest.
The knights were all very excited. They had gone from being rookie knights a while ago to now having begun to possess the spirit of iron and blood.
In the past, during battles, I was always somewhat panicked and afraid, even afraid of blood, corpses, and dead people.
Morale only increases after Ron kills an enemy.
Of course, it's normal for new recruits to feel this way; in fact, most new recruits have this mentality.
After all, they had never seen blood or actually fought on the battlefield.
But things are different now. They are all warriors who have seen blood and fought many battles on the battlefield.
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