Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

As a border noble, Cassius was not very interested in being promoted to a marquis because he was a very thorough pragmatist.

There is no red tape in the Frontier Lands, it's all about surviving the competition with numerous monster tribes and clans and then carving out more territory.

In Cassius's view, the promotion of the title would not bring any substantial help or changes to the territory and himself. On the contrary, traveling to and from the king would waste a lot of time and put his territory in danger.

The thought of communicating with those insects in the capital gave him a headache. Under such circumstances, he naturally had no interest in improving his title.

"A waste of time? If you are promoted from earl to marquis, won't the king give you a corresponding reward?"

Noah couldn't understand.

"Reward? Give me a few thousand gold coins, and then put all the surrounding land under my jurisdiction, and upgrade my territory to a marquis territory, but those lands..."

Cassius sneered. He and his knights had raided the area around the territory countless times. Except for middle and low-level monsters, there was not a single gold-level creature.

The reason why he did not occupy it was because the number of people in the territory was not large enough, so when he went out to hunt monsters, he could only call it hunting, not pioneering.

"What you need is more people, and knights who can defend the territory."

Noah knew what the border nobles needed most.

"Yes, I need a large population and more troops, but I can't get these in the king."

This man, who was as majestic as a mountain and seemed to be insurmountable, had a sad look on his face and sighed softly.

Noah felt the helplessness of his adoptive father. His personal combat prowess was unparalleled in this area. The knights he commanded were also top-notch among the surrounding border nobles.

But the most fatal problem is that he can capture any part of this rich and vast land, but after he captures it, who will guard it.

No matter how fertile the land is, it still needs a sufficient population to develop it, but now the number of subjects in the Augustus family's territory is a little tight even to defend the existing territory, let alone keep up with the pace of the lord's campaigns.

Those monster clans that were killed will leave the land left behind. If humans do not occupy it, it will be occupied by other monster clans. The resources produced by the land will cultivate new monsters.

"You may not get these if you go to the royal capital. I think you should still go to the royal capital."

Noah thought for a moment before giving his own suggestion. After saying this, before his adoptive father could say anything, he stretched out his dragon claw and clicked on the monster corpse that was placed in front of him for his choice.

"Besides, now is a good time, isn't it? You have already cleaned up the area around the territory. I think there won't be any powerful monsters of this level that pose a threat to the territory in a short period of time."

"How can I get more people and troops in the royal capital?"

Cassius did not despise Noah's suggestions just because he was a young dragon, but instead asked for advice seriously.

Noah has no intention of hiding his clumsiness and pretending to be stupid, because he is now a golden dragon who is born and aware of himself. No matter how smart he appears, all creatures take this for granted, including his biological parents.

"You may not be able to achieve your goals in the royal capital, but you will definitely be able to achieve your goals after becoming a marquis."

Noah can't wait to try to interfere with more living beings, especially powerful noble lords like his adoptive father. He wants to see what kind of feedback the golden tree can give him.

"You don't pay attention to noble titles, but other nobles in the kingdom do."

The fifth-class title of Duke and Prince, earl is stuck in the position of neither upper nor lower, which is a bit embarrassing. If you go one step further and become a marquis, you can barely enter the ranks of the great nobility.

"So what if they take it seriously?"

Cassius, who had been quite gentle towards him just now, smiled disdainfully, and his contempt for the nobles of the kingdom was palpable.

Such an arrogant posture reminded Noah of his parents. They had the same attitude towards everything in the world, but they did a good job on the surface and did not show their contempt for others.

This adoptive father gave him the feeling that he was a pure-blooded dragon in disguise.

"After you become a Marquis, you can marry into those big nobles, establish a cooperative relationship, obtain resource support, and further develop your territory."

Although he knew that the adoptive father was unlikely to accept this advice, Noah still said it,

"No need, the Augustus family has its own sword to expand its territory."

This was Cassius's response. He looked down on the nobles in the kingdom from the bottom of his heart.

Noah finally understood why his parents entrusted him to the man in front of him. To a certain extent, he is too similar to the Dragon Clan.

"If you don't like political marriage, then the title of Marquis can also be used in other ways."

"oh?"

Although he rejected Noah's proposal just now, Cassius was still willing to listen patiently.

"You can unite the border nobles and establish an offensive and defensive alliance with them. At that time, you can use your title of marquis to take a dominant position and mobilize resources on the southeastern border of the kingdom."

Noah once again made treacherous remarks.

This was the advice he gave after understanding the actual situation. The pioneering nobles had almost unlimited freedom and were not restricted by the feudal nobles in the kingdom. However, this was only superficial beauty. If they could really choose, the vast majority of border nobles would Want to run away.

Opening up frontiers for the human race sounds like one can gain unlimited glory from it, and even get one's name recorded in history.

But in fact, this is a road filled with endless blood and bones, and countless people have fallen on it. This is a battle for survival with other ethnic groups. In the face of survival, not many ethnic groups will retreat and will only fight to the end.

Therefore, those who were sealed at the border were basically small nobles. The largest was just an earl, and more were viscounts and barons, as well as a large number of knights.

The real nobles would not guard the borders of civilization at all, and let the military power they control be wasted in vain under the impact of the endless torrent of monsters.

"An offensive and defensive alliance? There has been a similar offensive and defensive agreement among the border nobles for a long time."

Cassius looked much more serious when he heard this.

“But such an agreement is only maintained by the consciousness of the border nobles. It is neither mandatory nor binding, and it cannot gather all the forces within a certain period of time. Once faced with a greater crisis, I am afraid there will be very bad results. "

Noah hits the nail on the head and relies entirely on conscious agreement, which is a complete test of human nature, and human nature is the least able to withstand the test and cannot be relied upon at all in times of crisis.