"Don't kill me!"
"Hoo, hoo"
Viscount Luton woke up from his nightmare, sat up suddenly, and gasped for air.
He nervously touched his neck, and after confirming that it had not been severed by the guillotine, he let out a sigh of relief.
But soon, Viscount Luton thought of that bloody memory again, thought of the dead head, and thought of those fanatical faces.
Suddenly, he retched again.
"Public trial."
"Everyone is crazy, everyone is crazy."
Viscount Luton kept shaking his head and couldn't help mumbling to himself.
He looked around with difficulty. There was a hard stone floor under him, a cold iron railing to his left, and stains and bloodstains all over the wall.
He recognized the place.
This is the dungeon of Strafburg, used to imprison criminals who break the law or homeless people on the streets.
No noble Northland noble has ever stayed in it.
But compared to his elders, Luton was lucky, at least he saved his head.
Thinking of this, he became anxious again.
Could it be that he was also dragged to the so-called "public trial"?
Recalling that nightmarish scene again, Viscount Luton's heart suddenly started pounding.
He couldn't stop panting and shaking his head.
"No"
"I want to get out of this damn place!"
"Northland, Northland is already the dragon's lair! Everyone is crazy!"
Viscount Luton said through gritted teeth.
However, the sound of footsteps was heard, and he immediately covered his mouth, pretending to be unconscious, and narrowed his eyes to a small slit to peek secretly.
In the corridor, illuminated by flickering candlelight, several tiefling guards holding spears patrolled by.
It wasn't until he confirmed that the guards had left that Viscount Luton cautiously opened his eyes and cursed viciously.
"Damn"
"How on earth are we going to get out with so many patrols?"
Suddenly, the shadow in the corner seemed to be shaking, and a low, unfamiliar voice came from it.
"Do you want to escape?"
"Who are you?"
Luton seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw, and he didn't care about being afraid anymore. He was just afraid that the voice would leave him.
After all, this may be his only hope to escape from here.
He wants to live!
"Quick, take me out of here."
Viscount Luton urged anxiously.
The shadow kept shaking, and finally gathered into a man wearing a black robe, and the man bowed to Luton politely.
"Viscount Luton Sigurd, I am a secret agent from the Holy Fadland Empire. His Majesty Wilham insists that the nobles of the North are the orthodox rulers of Anzetta."
"That, of course."
"But it is a pity that all the heirs of Duke Leo Bosque met with misfortune, and you seem to be his nephew."
"Oh?"
Viscount Luton's eyes lit up.
The man in black robe took Luton's hand, dragged him silently into the shadow plane, and whispered in his ear: "His Majesty Wilham will make you the titular Grand Duke of the North. Promote the history of Anzeta in the South and draw attention to this evil dragon.”
"Okay, I agree."
"You may not know this, but the Duke of Luton has beautified his experience. His true identity is that of a male prostitute."
"How could he, a mere idle viscount, transform into the so-called 'Duke of the North'?"
"So, the Duke of Luton bought a ditch in the Thracian Kingdom, and what happened to him when he fled south was actually working as a male prostitute for His Majesty Wilhelm."
——A historian who wishes to remain anonymous
North Wind Castle, Steel Dragon Wing Palace.
Cassius lay lazily on the throne, staring at the magical image in the distance without caring, and exhaled a breath of hot sulfurous breath.
"Did you see it?"
"This is what is called struggle."
"We are not the same species as those humans, so they are likely to be bewitched by the nobles of the North and launch a fierce resistance for the so-called 'common interests of the Scanyans'."
"What we have to do is to divide them from within, separate these Northland nobles from the common people, conduct a seemingly fair trial, disguise the kingdom as a righteous judge, and let them completely treat the Northland nobles. Losing awe.”
"And in this way, our rule will be more stable."
Trump quickly knelt down, showing an expression of admiration: "Master, your wisdom in governing makes me ashamed. Only under your guidance can the great blueprint be realized."
"Ouch?"
Tinia tilted her head, her eyes full of doubts.
But soon, she put all this behind her and moved forward excitedly, rubbing her neck against the red dragon's tail affectionately.
"Crack!"
"Ouch——"
With a scream, the white dragon was whipped ten meters away by the thick tail, and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.
But soon, Tinia got up vigorously and waggled her tail excitedly.
Cassius glanced at her.
It seems that it is really impossible for this weak-minded white dragon to become a qualified lord.
And Trump seems to have understood this well, and does not need too much guidance from him - after all, in addition to praising the majestic power of the Red Dragon, the "Kingdom Daily" also praises Mr. Trump's foresight and dedication.
Now Trump has even begun to pay attention to his own image, disguising the string of skulls around his neck as a gold necklace.
Cassius shook himself up a little, shook off the dust on his scales, and then asked casually:
"What do you want to report to me? Submit it."
"Yes, Master."
Lampton excitedly took out a magic crystal and put on his large gold-rimmed glasses.
Suddenly, a huge magical image with a width of more than ten meters unfolded in the main hall, with several bright large characters on the top.
【Northland Five-Year Development Plan】
Below it is an extremely detailed map, which marks various cities, mines, and manors, including all the countries in the North and all the current territories of the Kingdom of Burning Ember.
Near those marks, future plan goals are also listed in detail, such as: "Build 15 food processing plants", "Mine at least 300,000 silver coins every year", "Build a complete railway line".
"You have indeed achieved a great victory, and it is a great honor for all the creatures in the Anzeta Wilderness to be bathed in your glory."
"While you were sleeping, we began to prepare this plan. Its scope includes all the territory of Anzeta. We also hope that you can criticize and correct it."
Trump's voice was particularly exciting, and the "gold necklace" on his thick neck was trembling slightly.
"I'm very satisfied."
Cassius nodded slightly and smiled.
Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and this ogre, who can be called the "best worker", has really lived up to his expectations, at least he doesn't have to worry about trivial matters. (End of chapter)