Chapter 256 Honors (Part 3)

The monsters' protests gradually subsided under Cassius's scrutiny, and finally returned to peace.

The seven marquises finally arrived, and twelve earls appeared. Most of them were leaders of various clans, but they were not experienced or weak, so they could not go further.

Another name was read out.

"Guillermo Hagen."

The human wizard in a robe was flattered and quickly used flying to the altar.

He was the second human to be awarded the title in this ceremony. As a spellcaster of the kingdom and a capable assistant to Rump, he made a lot of contributions to spell research and was even proficient in using various new technologies. He was also selected by Cassius and became another lucky person.

"Damn, it's humans again!"

"I really want to smash them!"

"Damn hairless monkeys."

The monsters surrounding the altar became restless again, and they were very angry about the position being snatched 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 would be a direct challenge to the majesty of the red dragon.

This is also the difference between the Kingdom of Burning Ashes and normal countries.

The leaders of a country generally get their power from the army or the political system.

They need to coordinate the demands of all parties and finally achieve the basic consensus of the 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 the country's construction, which also creates his supreme and god-like status in the kingdom.

The awarding 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 to the high platform that symbolizes strength and power.

And there are more viscounts next, more than 40, most of whom are generals who have made contributions in various wars. Anthony of the Dragon's Palace, as the nominal leader of the current Dragon's Paladin, also received such a title.

But nearly one-fifth of the humans were still selected. Most of them were public officials who made outstanding contributions in the country's legislation and production. Some were well-known scholars who participated in the compilation of the Kingdom Code, some were senior craftsmen who improved machinery, and some were clerks who wrote articles in the Propaganda Department.

If the previous titles still made people feel unattainable, then the current ones are coveted.

For example, the "craftsman representative" Gilmore Sparrow was originally just an ordinary blacksmith in the blacksmith shop in the east of the city, but because he discovered the defects of the rifle production line and improved them, he became a so-called "technician" and eventually became a nobleman.

At this time, he was rubbing his hands with a red face, touching his rosacea, looking forward to the upcoming gift.

People looked at those familiar faces with envy, saying "If I were in the past" and "Give me this opportunity, I can do it", as if they listed these as their goals.

And the next barons were even more, more than a hundred.

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

Those followers who joined the Burning Embers 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, the best in various industries are selected, newcomers who have made great contributions to the development of the kingdom, including supervisors in charge of factory operations, leaders of kingdom caravans, and human commanders who have just joined the military system.

The surrounding monster followers were shocked again, and the humans cheered.

But even the hobgoblins who despised humans the most had to admit that in terms of the development of the kingdom, humans are often more shrewd and capable than followers, and will never cause trouble like the "Ogre Food Quality Inspector". Therefore, even under the deliberate suppression of some high-level officials, many human rookies still stand out, and finally such a situation is formed.

Nearly 200 noble titles have finally been distributed.

But Trump's speech did not stop.

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

"However, in addition to this, there are some citizens who have stood up and maintained the security of the kingdom. The kingdom will not forget their contributions either. They will be awarded the special honor of "first-class citizens."

Suddenly, the crowd was in an uproar.

"What does this mean?"

"Will ordinary people also be ranked?"

The so-called first-class citizens have never appeared in the history of the North. The nobles have always been high and mighty, and they are completely different from the civilians.

Under the protection of the tiefling guards, several humans in simple clothes walked out slowly.

They are the "lucky ones" who successfully reported the spies. Most of them are just ordinary people who are doing nothing, but they accidentally hit the big luck and became the model selected by the red dragon - George, who once reported the silver dragon, is among them, and even in the front row.

Looking at the restless crowd, George couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his heart pounding, his legs trembling because of excessive tension, and beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"No, don't be nervous."

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

George reminded himself in his heart, and then he moved his trembling legs and barely kept up with the footsteps of 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.