Chapter 255 Honors (II)

"Everyone, silence!"

The square became silent again.

Casius 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 long life."

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd immediately set off a sensation.

"Can humans also get such an opportunity?"

"Isn't this the privilege of the dragon vein followers?"

Such discussions were heard, which showed that the two major classes of monster followers and humans have become more and more obvious in recent years.

After all, as the main ruling class of the kingdom, the privileges of monster followers are too great. After all, in the eyes of many monster followers, they have already shown great mercy by not slaughtering all humans, not to mention the so-called equality.

They naturally take advantage of all aspects of the operation of the kingdom, and it is normal for humans to be the inferiors.

Cassius held the so-called "honor ceremony" not only to give his subordinates more powerful power, but also to make a political statement, relying on his own powerful influence to eliminate the barriers between his followers and humans, making the Kingdom of Burning Ashes closer to a true multi-empire.

Cassius pressed the altar hard.

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 Duke's position in the kingdom.

This position symbolizes long life, powerful strength and power.

Cassius first called out a familiar name.

"Rump."

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

As the chief ruling minister of the kingdom, Rump's position is naturally undisputed.

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

The great hobgoblin leader Doro has already accepted his fate. After several defeats, his prestige among the followers who worship power has been greatly lost, and it is difficult for him to compete with Rump.

Now he can only lie dormant and hide his ambitions in his heart - although his eyes still reveal disdain involuntarily, and smoke comes out of his nostrils.

"Medralash."

The tiefling oathbreaker drew his sword and jumped onto the stone platform lightly.

This time, there was a lot more noise below.

Except for the tieflings themselves, almost all other followers have complaints about Medralash's special status. After all, he is in charge of both the tiefling guards and the "Nocturne" troops. The defense forces, both overt and covert, are in his hands, and in the process of performing his duties, it is inevitable that he will offend some followers.

For example, the chief of the bugbear tribe, Ali.Skullbreaker, was a strong bugbear with lush hair, staring at the tiefling on the stage with gnashing teeth, and the mace in his hand was dented by his veiny hands.

In the sensational "bugbear murder case", it was Medrash who led people to hunt down more than ten bugbears who killed and robbed, and Ali remembered this hatred deeply.

But Medrash on the stage didn't care.

This was just his job for him. As long as the red dragon still trusted him, no one could shake his position.

"Dolo."

The big goblin leader couldn't wait to climb up the stone platform and half-knelt down.

He also intentionally or unintentionally glanced at his subordinates below the stage, and hot white smoke spewed out of his nostrils, as if to declare his unshakable identity.

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

The distribution of earls, marquises, viscounts and even barons was the focus of the humans and their followers present, after all, it was closely related to their own interests.

The declaration of the earl was not completed by Cassius himself, but by Rump reading from the list.

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

"Alger."

"Chimera."

"Golden Fang."

"Smaug."

The giant eagle knight circled down, and the three heads of Chimera howled happily, the dragonborn kobolds waved their wings wantonly, and the puppies in the audience barked and cheered noisily.

Most of them were elders who had joined since the Burning Embers Nest period, and each represented a force in the kingdom, so there was no dispute.

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

"Ms. Delena was elected!"

"This is such a great joy!"

"Finally there is a human among the marquises of the kingdom!"

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

People cheered and jumped for joy. Seeing Delena become a female marquis, they felt like they saw the future and secretly hoped that they could also sit in that position.

As an official in charge of the kingdom's diplomacy, Delena never revealed her identity as a snakeman during these three years. Instead, she deliberately created a persona of "a wise, intellectual and gentle lady", which won the support and support of many humans and was praised 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, and mixed and faked 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 after several years, 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.