Chapter 255: Honoring the Emperor (II)

"Everyone, be quiet!"

The square fell silent again.

Cassius then began his brief speech.

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

As soon as the words fell, the crowd suddenly started a sensation.

"Can humans also get such an opportunity?"

"Isn't this a privilege for the dragon vein's followers?"

Such discussions are enough to show that the opposition between monster families and humans has become increasingly obvious in recent years.

After all, as the main ruling class of the kingdom, the privileges of the monster followers are too great. After all, in the eyes of many monster followers, they are already very kind not to slaughter all humans, not to mention the so-called equality.

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

Cassius held the so-called "honoring ceremony" not only to grant his subordinates more powerful strength, but also to make a political statement. He used his own powerful influence to eliminate the barriers between his followers and humans, making the Kingdom of Ashes closer to a true pluralistic empire.

Cassius pressed hard on the altar.

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

The most eye-catching are 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 title of Duke of the kingdom.

This position symbolizes long life, great strength and power.

Cassius called out a familiar name first.

"Trump."

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

As the kingdom's chief minister, Trump's position 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 rashly offending him, it is better to keep peace.

The great hobgoblin leader Doro has somewhat resigned himself to his fate. After several defeats, his prestige among his followers who worship power has been greatly reduced, and it is difficult for him to compete with Trump.

Now he could only lie dormant and hide his ambition deep in his heart - although his eyes couldn't help but reveal disdain and smoke came out of his nostrils.

"Medrolash."

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

This time there was a lot more noise and bustle from below.

Except for the tieflings themselves, almost all other clans have complaints about Medorash'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 in his hands, and in the process of performing his duties, it is inevitable that he will offend some clans.

For example, the chief of the bugbear tribe, Ali Skullcrusher, this strong bugbear with lush hair stared at the tiefling on the stage with gritted teeth, and the mace in his hand was dented by his throbbing hands.

In the sensational "Bear Goblin Murder Case", it was Medorash who led the hunt for more than a dozen bear goblins who were killing and robbing, and Ali remembered this grudge deeply.

But Medjolash on the stage didn't care.

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

"Doro."

The great hobgoblin leader could not wait to climb onto the stone platform and half-knelt down. He also intentionally or unintentionally glanced at his subordinates below the platform, with hot white smoke coming out of his nostrils, as if declaring his unshakable status.

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

The subsequent distribution of earls, marquises, viscounts and even barons was the focus of attention of the humans and their families present. After all, this was closely related to their own interests.

The Earl's proclamation was not made by Cassius himself, but by Trump reading from the list.

Under tens of thousands of expectant gazes, the ogre solemnly read out the names of the seven marquises.

"Alger."

"Chimera."

"Gold teeth."

"Smaug."

The Giant Eagle Knight circled down, the three heads of the Chimera howled happily in unison, the Dragonborn Kobolds flapped their wings wantonly, and the puppies in the audience barked and cheered noisily.

Most of them were elders who had joined the kingdom since the Burning Nest days. They each represented a force within the kingdom, so there was no controversy.

However, when the ogre calmly said the name "Delena", there was another sensation among the crowd below.

"Ms. Delena was actually elected!"

"This is such a great joyous event!"

"Finally, there is a human among the kingdom's marquises!"

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

People cheered. Seeing Delena become the Marquisate, they felt like they had seen the future and secretly hoped that they could sit in that position.

As an official in charge of the kingdom's diplomacy, during these three years, Delena never revealed her identity as a snake person. Instead, she deliberately created the persona of a "wise, intellectual and gentle lady", which won her the support and support of many humans and she was praised as the "Flower of North Wind Castle".

She even published an autobiography, telling the story of how she rose from a lowly maid to a diplomat for the kingdom, and made up 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 in the audience with a bright and gentle smile, and walked up to the high platform symbolizing the position of Marquis with the help of the guards, looking like the one who was expected by everyone.

The monster followers had a different reaction.

The hobgoblins, ogres, and orcs were so jealous that their faces turned red. They were gasping for breath like crazy, spewing out bursts of white smoke.

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

"I want to challenge her!"

"Only the strong can stand above me!"

"Weakling, get out of here!"

Even though several years have passed, the laws originated from Storm Peak are still deeply engraved in their minds, and the domination of the strong over the weak seems unshakable.

These monsters who wanted to seize the high position issued provocations again and again, and kept clamoring, but Delena on the stone platform pretended not to see them and still kept smiling.

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

Delena looked down at the "enraged" monster followers, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a hint of imperceptible contempt flashed in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)