"Get up."

Under the gaze of everyone, this overly young female noble slowly stood up, folded the dragon wings behind her, and came to her seat.

Misha and Trump, who was also standing on the top of the altar, looked at each other from a distance. They smiled at each other and nodded in greeting.

"Mr. Trump."

The Prime Minister of the Empire had brought her to meet His Majesty and taught her a lot of magical knowledge. It is no exaggeration to say that he was a benefactor and a talent.

In Misha's mind, this hideous and ugly ogre is like a teacher.

The hobgoblin Duke Doro next to him seemed to realize something. His cloudy little eyes looked at Misha intentionally or unintentionally, and his expression became a little ugly.

"Damn."

The hobgoblin let out a low, hoarse sound from between his teeth, but only he could hear that sound.

Another half-dragon reader stepped forward, holding a scroll in his hand, his back straight, his voice extremely loud.

"Overall planning, coordination of all parties, and outstanding contribution to the empire's logistics. Promote Marquis Delena to Duke of the Empire."

"It's Ms. Delena!"

"Isn't this the 'Flower of Northwind Castle'?"

Amid the exclamations and sighs of the people, Delena, in a long dress, was lifted to the platform by an invisible force. She did not forget to wave to the people below.

"His Majesty."

Delena knelt in front of Cassius with a smile on her face. She seemed relaxed, but her slightly trembling white legs betrayed her.

Who wouldn’t be nervous?
Finally becoming an honorable duke, standing at the pinnacle of power in the empire, and completing his goal that year, even Delena felt like she was in a dream.

However, the loud voice of the half-dragon announcer continued, echoing in the crowded venue.

"Brave and good at fighting, fearless of powerful enemies, showing the majesty of the Dragonborn of the Empire. Promoted Marquis Smaug to Duke of the Empire."

A hoarse howl sounded and sparks flew.

Surrounded by several two-legged flying dragons, the flying dragon leader, which was nearly 20 meters long and looked like a real red dragon, flapped its wings and took off into the air.

Finally, Smaug landed on the altar. He bent his neck towards the red dragon, pressed his head tightly to the ground, folded his wings behind him, and let out a submissive growl.

After getting the emperor's approval, the wyvern also came to its position, supported by its tail and stood up on its hind legs.

And now, everyone's eyes were focused on the last marble seat.

Among the nine dukes, there is only one spot left. Which lucky guy will become the Duke of the Empire?

"Cassius above"

"I think that Marquis Bro has made great contributions in commanding the infantry corps and is qualified to become the Duke of the Empire."

"You're talking nonsense! Do you know how many demons the artillery corps commanded by Big Head destroyed?"

"Marquis Gilmore has worked hard over the years to assist Duke Trump in handling the complex affairs of the empire. He is not a bad person."

The people of many races, including humans, ogres, tieflings, lizardmen, etc., in the audience were all looking forward to it.

Although they knew that they had no chance of being selected, they still hoped that a representative of their race would become duke.

Within the multi-ethnic empire of Burning Embers, although the government has always advocated ethnic equality and ability first, who doesn't want to have "their own people" at the top of the empire?
The imperial marquises were even more excited and expectant.

Those earls who were highly expected by everyone held their breath and stared at the scroll in the half-dragon's hand, with desire in their eyes.

However, the announcer immediately announced the name of the next candidate, which disappointed many expectant marquises, but they did not dare to refute at all.

——Because the identity of this newly-born duke is so special, so special that they dare not question it.

"Turned thousands of demons into ice, faced the Balrog and named Tinia the Duke of the Empire."

It was another direct promotion, and it was a direct promotion from a commoner without any title to the Duke. But this time the recipient of the promotion was the famous emperor's relative, the White Dragon, who was honored as the "Wing of the North Wind of the Empire".

"Ow—"

A biting cold wind blew by, and a dragon's roar resounded through the sky.

Surrounded by a chaotic group of dragons, a white dragon over 20 meters long spread its wings and cast a shadow on the ground that covered the crowd.

Twenty-five meters. For a white dragon that is usually small in size, this has already reached the level of an ancient dragon, but Tinija is not yet an adult - this is enough to show the strength of the ancestral dragon bloodline.

Tinija strode with her ferocious white head held high, flapped her broad wings with bone spurs on her back, stirred up gusts of cold wind, and flew to the top of the altar.

Bai Long was excited, with a faint light flashing in her light blue vertical pupils. She thought to herself:

The master finally remembered her!
In that war against the demon invasion, I fought desperately and did my best, and it turned out that I was not wrong!

"boom"

With the ground shaking slightly, the white dragon descended on the top of the altar.

She bent her front knees, folded her wings, and almost pressed her head against the ground, making a gesture of "surrender" towards Cassius.

"Owner.
I saw you in that fight, you were so big and so strong, it was just…”

Tinia called softly, searching for the right words in her impoverished brain. Her face was full of enthusiasm and her thick tail swayed unconsciously.

The huge white dragon body also approached the red dragon, rubbing its claws against the ground and moving quietly on the ground.

Well, female dragons that are about to reach adulthood are at the peak of their estrus period.

Under the gazes of hundreds of thousands of people, Tinija slowly crawled on the ground without caring about her image, trying to get in front of the red dragon.

For the sake of the dignity of the imperial duke and the solemnity of the ceremony, Cassius finally couldn't bear to watch.

With a cold face, he gently raised a finger with a sharp dragon claw, and suddenly a powerful force surged out.

"Ow—"

With a panicked roar, the more than 20-meter-long white dragon was unexpectedly wrapped by a strong gust of wind, and no matter how she struggled, she could not break free.

Then, the white dragon's huge body slammed heavily in front of her position.

"boom!"

Tina was lying on the ground, feeling the pain all over her body. An intoxicated expression could not help but appear on her dragon face, with drops of ambergris hanging from the corners of her mouth and dripping to the ground.

"Owner.
Hehe, you are still so powerful, there is no way to resist you."

Looking at Tinia's crazy face, Cassius' mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh: It seems that the white dragon's brain cannot control the power of the ancestral dragon.

Otherwise, how could a white dragon like Tinija, who has a mind full of perverted habits, be born?
After this little episode, the ceremony continued. Under people's eager gazes, familiar names were read out one after another by the announcer.

"Promote the Big Head Earl to the Imperial Marquis."

"Promote Count Joan Wilkerson to the rank of Imperial Marquis."

"Promote Count Serkan to Imperial Marquis."

"Who is this?" "How did he become a marquis?"

The onlookers were talking about this sudden appearance of an unfamiliar name, but some knowledgeable imperial people still recognized him.

"I have seen this Count Serkan in the colonial section of the Imperial Daily. He is the head of the Elemental Plane of Fire."

"I met him when I was doing business in the Brass Fortress. He was a very ambitious man."

A portal emitting a scorching breath opened, and a half-red dragon man in light armor walked out of it - that was Count Serkan, the governor of the Fire Elemental Plane.

Compared to the half-red dragon people who remained in the empire, this earl had a very distinctive appearance. There was fire dancing in his eyes, and tiny flames were burning in his ears and nostrils.

Due to living in the Fire Elemental Plane for many years, Count Serkan's body has already acquired many elemental characteristics.

Many fire dragons, fire lizards, fire dwarves, and half-red dragons followed behind him, cheering like explosions of flames.

"Promote Count Iron Tide to Marquis of the Empire."

Even though they have been together for a long time, the Half-Red Dragon Reader is still not used to the strange-pronunciation names of these Starfallers that sound like some kind of spell.

Suddenly, there was a warm cheer among the Falling Stars, and the noisy voices of the players surged like a tide.

"What the hell? Brother Kuangchao has become a marquis!"

"The flesh and blood are weak and the machine is soaring!"

"Praise the God of Machines! Hahaha! Our Mechanicus has pulled out all the cards!"

"Be careful, don't shout slogans at a time like this. Someone from the Imperial Religious Affairs Office came to talk to me before."

"Ring the bells three times, and sing in unison, praising His Majesty, Cassius!"

"Anyway, Brother Crazy is awesome!"

There were even players from the Mechanicus who took out mini mechanical clocks and kept ringing them.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Accompanied by the ringing of bells and the cheers of the crowd, Iron Frenzy walked out in high spirits, surrounded by members of the Mechanicus, and waved to everyone.

"Hahahaha! What a great day! How did you know that I was made a marquis?"

Iron Frenzy pressed the button on his body, and two steel pipes suddenly extended from his modified back, followed by brilliant flames and thick white smoke spewing out of them.

"Whoosh-"

A mushroom cloud rose from the ground, and the steel frenzy rose rapidly, and in an instant it reached the altar that was a hundred meters high and slowly descended.

The new players who had just entered the game and had a hard time even killing a chicken looked up in amazement at the trail left by the Iron Frenzy in the sky.

Someone couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Are we playing a game?"

After paying his respects to the emperor, Iron Frenzy stood on the Marquis' seat with his hands on his hips, with an arrogant expression, enjoying the limelight to the fullest.

But he was crying in his heart. The single-soldier flying machine, which was still in the experimental stage, had been completely scrapped. He didn't know how much money he had spent on it.
"Maikoon Watts led the infantry corps to defend the key location and made outstanding achievements, so he was promoted to marquis."

"Gilmore researched weapons for the empire and played a significant role on the battlefield, and was promoted to marquis."

"As the leader of the Dragon Oath Temple, Fried was promoted to Marquis."

“George led the army to rush to the front battlefield, guarded the high ground, resisted the fierce attack of the demons, and killed several Bazut demons alone, winning precious fighting opportunities for the empire.

He should be promoted to earl."

"It's Baron George! The former serf from the North!"

"Casius, he was promoted twice to earl!"

"It's really enviable to be able to go from a serf to an earl today."

"I used to work in the same factory with Lord George. We were as close as brothers back then. I tell you, I could see at that time that he had great ambitions. He was definitely not a man of his time."

Amid the noise of people's discussions and the envious and jealous gazes, George strode forward and stood at the foot of the altar of Istalia.

George held his head high and took a deep breath. He could feel the heart with dragon blood beating in his chest.

“Finally I became an earl.

We are very close, very close to becoming a real big shot."

An invisible force lifted him up gradually. He saw himself getting farther and farther away from the ground, standing higher and higher. The crowded crowd gradually became as small as ants.

He couldn't help but sigh: "I used to be one of these ordinary people."

“But now, everything is different.”

Thinking of this, George raised his head with a determined look, strode up to the altar of Istalia.

Under the pressure of the majestic dragon's might, he forced himself to suppress the trembling of his body, but he could not suppress the violent beating of his heart and the boiling surge of his blood.

But he still managed to maintain his image, half-kneeling in front of the red dragon.

"Your Majesty, thank you for your gift."

George clenched his teeth, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and dripped onto the ground.

The red dragon slowly lowered his head, looked at it for a moment, and said softly: "George, you are very good. You can actually take the initiative to stimulate the blood seed I left behind."

Your Majesty, He thinks so highly of me!
Receiving the emperor's personal praise, George suddenly felt great joy coming from all directions. The excitement almost overwhelmed him and made him dizzy.

Fortunately, he managed to calm himself down, thanked His Majesty again, and returned to his seat, but Cassius' words just now kept repeating in his mind over and over again.

"George, you're great."

"I have gained the favor of His Majesty. Perhaps, I can reach the pinnacle of power in the empire."

George turned his head and looked at the seats of the Marquis and the Duke, who were standing higher than him, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

"As a red-scale conqueror, I am brave and good at fighting. I have been in and out of the demon group many times. I was made a viscount of the empire."

"He risked his own life, fought hand-to-hand with the devil, and fought a brutal battle. He was crowned the natural warrior as the Viscount of the Empire."

"Make Russell a baron."

"Make Hulme a baron."

Under people's mixed looks of loss and envy, the half-red dragon read out the last name, then they all closed the scrolls in their hands and retreated behind the scenes.

After this awarding ceremony, there were nine dukes, twenty-six marquises, more than fifty earls, hundreds of viscounts and more than four hundred barons in the empire.

Finally, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands or even millions of people, the red dragon slowly stood up from the throne.

“What a complicated ceremony.”

He spewed out white smoke filled with the smell of sulfur, spread his extremely broad wings, and looked down with his light golden pupils at the imperial citizens whose faces were full of expectation and excitement.

Cassius knew that the true gift was about to come. (End of this chapter)