Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Everyone, be quiet!"

The square fell silent again.

Cassius then began his brief speech.

"No matter your origin, no matter your race, no matter good or evil, as long as you can contribute to the development of the kingdom, you will become part of the great blueprint and you will be able to gain powerful power and a long life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd suddenly started to stir.

"Can humans also get such an opportunity?"

"Isn't this the privilege of dragon-veined relatives?"

The coming of such discussions clearly shows that the opposition between the two major classes of monsters and humans has become increasingly obvious in recent years.

After all, as the main ruling class of the kingdom, the privileges of the monster relatives are too great. After all, in the eyes of many monster relatives, it is already a great mercy for them not to slaughter all humans, let alone the so-called equality.

They naturally take advantage of every aspect of the kingdom's operation, and it is normal for humans to be inferiors.

Cassius held the so-called "Innomination Ceremony" not only to give his men more powerful power, but also to make a political statement and use his strong influence to eliminate the gap between his family members and humans, making the Kingdom of Burning Ember closer to the true of diverse empires.

Cassius pressed hard on the altar.

With a rumbling sound, hundreds of stone platforms appeared on it.

The most eye-catching thing is the three stone platforms at the top, which are carved with exquisite patterns and are only a few meters away from the red dragon.

——That is the position of Duke of the Kingdom.

This position symbolizes long life, great strength and power.

Cassius first called out a familiar name.

"Trump."

The ogre magician happily flew to the stone platform and half-knelt down.

As the kingdom’s chief minister, Trump’s status is naturally undisputed.

After all, with the vigorous development of the kingdom, Trump's position has become more and more stable, and it has even become difficult to shake. Rather than offending him rashly, it would be better to live in peace.

The leader of the hobgoblin, Doro, has somewhat resigned himself to his fate. After several defeats, his prestige among the power-loving family members has been greatly lost, and it is difficult for him to compete with Trump again.

Now he can only lie dormant and hide his full ambition deep in his heart - although his eyes still show disdain involuntarily and smoke comes out of his nostrils.

"Medrarash."

Tiefling Oathbreaker drew his sword and leaped onto the stone platform lightly.

This time there was a lot more noise and noise downstairs.

With the exception of the tieflings themselves, almost all other Familia have some complaints about Metrorash's special status. After all, he is in charge of both the Tiefling Guards and the "Nocturne" troops. The overt and covert defense forces are all in his hands, and in the process of performing his duties, he will inevitably offend some members of the family.

For example, the leader of the bugbear clan - Ali Skullbreaker. This strong bugbear with thick hair gnashed his teeth and stared at the tiefling on the stage. The mace in his hand was held by his veiny hand. Come out with gravure printing.

In the "bugbear murder case" that caused a lot of controversy, it was Metrorash who led the search for more than a dozen bugbears who committed murder and robbery, and Ali also deeply remembered this grudge.

But Metrorash on the stage didn't care.

This is just his job, and as long as the Red Dragon still trusts him, no one can shake his position.

"Doro."

The hobgoblin leader couldn't wait to climb onto the stone platform and half-knelt down.

He also glanced at the subordinates in the audience intentionally or unintentionally, blowing hot white smoke from his nostrils, seeming to declare his unshakable identity.

Despite some mixed discussions, the positions of the three dukes basically did not exceed everyone's expectations and were all confirmed.

The subsequent distribution of earls, marquises, viscounts and even barons is the focus of the humans and family members present. After all, it is closely related to their own interests.

The count's announcement was not made by Cassius himself, but by Rumple reading from the list.

Under tens of thousands of expectant looks, the ogre solemnly read out the candidates for the seven marquises.

"Alger."

"Chimera."

"Gold teeth."

"Smaug."

The giant eagle knight circled down, the three heads of the Chimera howled happily, the dragon-born kobold waved its wings wantonly, and the pups in the audience let out noisy barks and cheers.

Most of them are elders who have taken refuge since the Ember Nest period. They each represent a force in the kingdom, and there is no dispute.

But when the ogre calmly said the name "Delenna", there was another stir in the crowd below.

"Ms. Dalena was actually elected!"

"This is such a great joy!"

"There is finally a human among the marquises of the kingdom!"

"Oh my god, a human can actually become a marquis!"

People cheered and cheered. When they saw Dalena becoming the Marquise, they seemed to have seen the future, secretly looking forward to sitting in that position themselves.

As an official in charge of the kingdom's diplomacy, during the past three years, Dalena has never revealed her identity as a snake person. Instead, she deliberately created the persona of a "smart, intellectual and gentle lady", which has won the favor of many humans. Support and support, praised by people as the "Flower of North Wind Castle".

She even published an autobiography, telling how she went from a humble maid to a diplomat of the kingdom, making many wonderful stories.

With Delena's intelligence, she had long seen that the red dragon wanted to accept humans. So she made all preparations in advance, just to become a typical example today, and she did get what she wanted.

The beautiful and elegant lady waved to the people below the stage, showing a bright and gentle smile, and walked up to the high platform symbolizing the position of the marquis with the help of the guards, just like everyone expected.

The monster followers had a different reaction.

These hobgoblins, ogres, and orcs were jealous of this, they were panting like crazy, and spewing out bursts of white smoke.

"Such a weak guy is worthy of becoming a marquis!"

"I want to challenge her!"

"Only the strong can stand above me!"

"Weak, get out of here!"

Even though several years have passed, the law from Storm Peak is still deeply engraved in their minds, and the strong dominate the weak. It seems that it is unshakable.

These monsters who want to seize the high position have provoked again and again, and kept shouting, but Delena on the stone platform pretended not to see it and kept smiling.

"Foolish fellows, you still don't understand this - the master's will is the only principle of this country."

Delena looked down at the "angry" monster followers, her lips slightly raised, and a hint of imperceptible contempt in her eyes.