"Do not kill me!"

"huh, huh"

Viscount Luton woke up from a nightmare, sat up suddenly, and gasped heavily.

He touched his neck nervously, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it had not been cut off by the guillotine.

But soon, Viscount Luton recalled the bloody memories, the head with its eyes open, and those fanatical faces.

Suddenly, he retched again.

"public trial."

"Everyone is crazy."

Viscount Luton kept shaking his head and couldn't help muttering to himself.

He looked around with difficulty. Beneath him was a hard stone floor, to his left was a cold iron railing, and the walls were covered with stains and blood.

He recognized the place.

This is the dungeon of Stratford Castle, used to imprison criminals who broke the law or street vagrants.

No noble northern nobles have ever stayed there.

But compared to his elders, Luton was lucky, at least he saved his head.

Thinking of this, he became nervous again.

Could it be that he was also dragged away for the so-called “public trial”?
Recalling the nightmarish scene again, Viscount Luton's heart began to pound.

He couldn't stop breathing heavily and shaking his head constantly.

"No"

"I want to get out of this damn place!"

"The Northland, the Northland has become a dragon's lair! Everyone has gone crazy!"

Viscount Luton said through gritted teeth.

However, when he heard footsteps, he immediately covered his mouth, pretended to be unconscious, and squinted his eyes to watch secretly.

In the corridor, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, several tiefling guards holding spears patrolled.

Only after he was sure that the guards had left did Viscount Luton cautiously open his eyes and cursed inwardly.

"damn it"

"With so many patrols, how are we supposed to get out?"

Suddenly, the shadow in the corner seemed to shake, and a low, unfamiliar voice came from it.

"Do you want to escape?"

"who are you?"

Luton felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw and didn't care about being afraid anymore. He was just afraid that the voice would leave him.

After all, this might be his only hope of escaping from here.

He wants to live!
"Quick, take me away from here."

Viscount Luton urged anxiously.

The shadow continued to sway and finally gathered into a man in a black robe, who bowed to Luton politely.

"Viscount Luton Sieg, I am a spy from the Holy Fadlan Empire. His Majesty Wilham insists that the northern nobles are the legitimate rulers of Anzeta."

"Well, of course."

"But unfortunately, all of Duke Leo Bosco's descendants have met with misfortune, and you seem to be his nephew."

"Oh?"

Viscount Luton's eyes lit up.

The man in black robes took Luton's hand and dragged him into the shadow plane silently. He whispered in his ear, "His Majesty Wilham will make you the nominal Duke of the North. You will spread the history of Anzeta in the South and draw people's attention to this evil dragon."

"Okay, I agree."

"You may not know that the Duke of Luton embellished his experience. His real identity is a male prostitute."

"How could he, a mere idle viscount, suddenly become the so-called 'Duke of the North'?"

"So, the Duke of Luton bought a dick in the Thracian Kingdom. What happened to him when he fled south was that he was actually a male prostitute for His Majesty Wilham."

——An anonymous historian from "The Secret History of Fianso"
North Wind Castle, Iron Dragon Wing Palace.

Cassius lay lazily on the throne, staring at the magical image in the distance without any concern, exhaling a breath of hot, sulfurous air.

"see it?"

“That’s what we call struggle.”

"We are not of the same species as those humans, so they are likely to be bewitched by the northern nobles and launch a fierce resistance for the so-called 'common interests of the Scandians'."

"What we need to do is to divide them from within, to separate these northern nobles from the common people, to conduct a seemingly fair trial, to disguise the kingdom as a righteous judge, and to make them completely lose their respect for the northern nobles."

"And this way, our rule will be more stable."

Trump quickly half-knelt down, showing an expression of admiration: "Master, your ruling wisdom makes me ashamed. Only under your guidance can the great blueprint be realized."

"Ow?"

Tinia tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion.

But soon, she put all this behind her, moved forward excitedly, and rubbed the red dragon's tail affectionately with her neck.

"Snapped!"

"Ouch——"

With a scream, the white dragon was whipped by the thick tail and flew more than ten meters away. It rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

But soon, Tinia got up again, wagging her tail excitedly.

Cassius glanced at her.

It seems that it is really unlikely for this brainless white dragon to become a qualified lord.

Trump seemed to have understood this well and did not need too much guidance from him - after all, in addition to praising the Red Dragon's great power, the Kingdom Daily also praised Mr. Trump's foresight and dedication.

Now Trump has even started to pay attention to his own image, disguising the string of skulls around his neck as a gold necklace.

Cassius shook himself a little, shook off the dust on his scales, and then asked casually:

"Where is the report you want to give me? Present it to me."

"Yes, Master."

Trump excitedly took out a magic crystal and put on his large gold-framed glasses.

Suddenly, a huge magic image more than ten meters wide unfolded in the main hall, with several large, bright words on the top.

【Five-year development plan for Northland】

Below it was an extremely detailed map, on which were marked various cities, mines, and manors, including all the northern countries and the current territories of the Burning Kingdom.

Near those markings, there are also detailed lists of future plans and goals, such as: "Build 15 food processing plants", "Mine at least silver coins per year", and "Build a complete railway line".
"You have indeed achieved a great victory. It is a great honor for all the creatures in the Anzeta Wasteland to be able to bask in your glory."

"While you were asleep, we began to prepare this plan, which covers all the territories of Anzeta. I hope you can criticize and correct me."

Trump's voice was particularly excited and the "gold necklace" on his strong neck was trembling slightly.

"I am very satisfied."

Cassius nodded slightly and smiled.

Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye, and this ogre, who could be called a "top worker", had lived up to his expectations. At least he didn't have to worry about trivial matters. (End of this chapter)