Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The monsters' protests gradually subsided under Cassius's scrutinizing gaze, and finally fell into silence.

The seven marquises were finally all in place, and twelve more earls appeared. Most of them were leaders of various families, but they were just junior or weak in strength and were unable to go further.

Another name was read out.

"Guillermo Hagen."

The human mage in robes was flattered and quickly used flying to reach the altar.

He is the second human being to be awarded a knighthood in this investiture ceremony. As a spell caster affiliated with the Kingdom and Rumple's right-hand man, he has made many contributions to spell research and is even proficient in using various new technologies. He was also chosen by Cassius and became another lucky person.

"Damn, it's human again!"

"I really want to smash them!"

"Damn hairless monkey."

The monsters surrounding the altar became restless again, and they were resentful of being robbed of their position by humans.

But this time it was just whispers, and there was no commotion. After all, under the personal pressure of Cassius, no one dared to be dissatisfied with these resolutions - that was to challenge the majesty of the red dragon in person.

This is also where the Burning Ember Kingdom differs from normal countries.

Leaders of a country generally derive their power from the military or the political system.

They need to coordinate the demands of all parties and ultimately achieve basic consensus among vested interest groups in order to achieve their goals.

But in this country ruled by dragons, the existence of the red dragon is power itself. He is the source of all power and even the foundation of this country, and this has also created his supreme status in the kingdom, comparable to that of a god.

The investiture ceremony is still going on.

The tens of thousands of humans and monsters present held their breath and looked forward to it, hoping that they could ascend the high platform that symbolized strength and power.

Then there were even more viscounts, more than forty in total, most of whom were generals who had made contributions in various wars. Anthony of the Dragonborn Hall, as the nominal leader of the current Dragonborn Holy Warriors, also received such a title.

However, there are still nearly one fifth of human beings selected. Most of them are public officials who have made outstanding contributions in the country's legislation, production and other processes. Some are well-known scholars who participated in the compilation of the "Kingdom Code", some are senior craftsmen who have improved machinery, and some are senior craftsmen who have improved machinery. There are book sergeants who write articles in the Propaganda Department.

If the previous title still made people feel unattainable, then the current title is coveted.

For example, the "craftsman representative" Guillermo Sparrow was originally an ordinary blacksmith in the east city blacksmith shop. However, because he discovered the flaws in the rifle production line and improved them, he became a so-called "technician" and eventually became a "technician". Become a noble noble.

At this time, he was rubbing his hands with his face flushed and touching his rosacea, looking forward to the blessing that was about to come.

People looked at those familiar faces with envy and said words such as "If only I had been there" and "I could have given this opportunity", as if they listed these as goals to strive for.

Then there were even more barons, more than a hundred in total.

The monsters and humans here have even reached a 50-50 split.

Those dependents who joined the Ember Nest early and worked hard are now the leaders of some small and medium-sized troops. Many of these guys have been given the position of baron.

On the human side, outstanding people from all walks of life are selected, new people who have made great contributions to the development of the kingdom, including supervisors in charge of factory operations, leaders of the kingdom's caravans, and human commanders who have recently joined the military system.

The monster relatives who were watching made a stir again, while the humans cheered.

But even the hobgoblins who despise humans the most have to admit that humans are often smarter and more capable than their relatives when it comes to the development of the kingdom, and they will never cause trouble like the "ogre food quality inspector". Therefore, even when some high-level officials deliberately suppressed them, many human rookies stood out, which eventually led to this situation.

Nearly two hundred noble titles have finally been allocated.

But Trump's speech did not stop.

"Everyone, you have made great contributions to the kingdom and deserve this reward."

"However, in addition, there are some citizens who have stepped forward to maintain the security of the kingdom. Their achievements will also not be forgotten by the kingdom, and they will be awarded the special honor of 'first-class citizens'."

Suddenly, the crowd was in an uproar.

"What does it mean?"

"Are ordinary people also divided into high and low?"

The so-called first-class citizens have never appeared in the history of the North. The nobles have always been aloof and exist in completely different worlds from the common people.

Under the protection of tiefling guards, several poorly dressed humans slowly walked out.

They are the "lucky ones" who have succeeded in reporting details. Most of them are just ordinary people who have done nothing, but they have unexpectedly encountered great luck and become the model selected by the Red Dragon - the person who reported the Silver Dragon. George was among them, even in the front row.

Looking at the restless crowd, George couldn't help but swallow, his heart was pounding, his legs were shaking due to excessive tension, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"No, you can't be nervous."

"I, I have become a big shot! Look at the envious eyes of those guys."

George reminded himself in his mind, and then he moved his trembling legs, barely keeping up with the tiefling guards.

"Isn't that George?"

A worker at a food manufacturing plant recognized George and exclaimed.

"He, he was a serf before!"

"Can even such a person get a title?"

"Damn! What a lucky guy, why don't I have such luck?"

Soon, the workers' comments turned to envy, even jealousy.

They had witnessed with their own eyes that George had grown from the humblest and most inconspicuous "gray animal" to the big shot he is today. Even Howard, who had a good relationship with him, couldn't help but curse a few words in a low voice. After all, the gap between before and after was so real. It's too big.

And some monsters said dissatisfiedly: "Such a weak human being was not even worthy of making snacks in the past, and could only be used for our killing and fun!"

In the midst of everyone's discussion, he was helped up to the bottom of the stone platform stiffly.

Looking down at the various humans and monsters, listening to their discussions, holding the gold-plated Medal of Honor in his hand, George felt like he was in a dream, for fear of accidentally waking up and returning to the dilapidated and crowded manor. go.

"Fortunately. This is not a dream."

George took a deep breath, adjusted his overly excited mood, and began to look forward to his wonderful life in the future.

For the kingdom and His Majesty, he only has loyalty in his heart now.