Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Don't kill me!"

"Hu, hu"

Viscount Luton woke up from the nightmare, sat up suddenly, and gasped.

He touched his neck nervously, and after confirming that it was not cut by the guillotine, he let out a long sigh of relief.

But soon, Viscount Luton remembered the bloody memory, the head that died with its eyes open, and those fanatical faces.

Suddenly, he vomited again.

"Public trial."

"Everyone is crazy."

Viscount Luton kept shaking his head and couldn't help muttering to himself.

He looked around with difficulty. There was a hard stone floor under him, cold iron railings on his left, and stains and blood on the wall.

He recognized this place.

This is the dungeon of Stratford Castle, used to imprison criminals who violated the law or street vagrants.

No noble northern nobles have ever stayed in it.

But compared to his elders, Luton was lucky, at least he saved his head.

Thinking of this, he became nervous again.

Will he also be dragged to the so-called "public trial"?

Recalling the nightmare scene again, Viscount Luton's heart suddenly pounded.

He couldn't stop gasping for breath and shook his head constantly.

"No"

"I want to leave this damn place!"

"The Northland, the Northland is already the nest of evil dragons! Everyone is crazy!"

Viscount Luton gritted his teeth and said.

However, when footsteps came, he immediately covered his mouth, pretended to be unconscious, and squinted his eyes to secretly observe.

In the corridor, under the illumination of the swaying candlelight, several tiefling guards with long spears patrolled.

Until confirming that the guards had left, Viscount Luton carefully opened his eyes and cursed fiercely.

"Damn it"

"With so many patrols, how can we get out?"

Suddenly, the shadow in the corner seemed to shake, and a low, unfamiliar voice came from it.

"Do you want to escape?"

"Who are you?"

Luton was like grabbing a life-saving straw, and he didn't care about being afraid, just afraid that the voice would leave him.

After all, this might be his only hope to escape from here.

He wants to live!

"Quick, take me away from here."

Viscount Luton urged anxiously.

The shadow kept shaking, and finally gathered into a man in a black robe, who bowed to Luton politely.

"Viscount Luton Sieg, I am a spy from the Holy Fadlan Empire. His Majesty Wilham insists that the northern nobles are the orthodox rulers of Anzeta."

"Well, that's of course."

"But unfortunately, all the descendants of Duke Leo Bosk have suffered misfortune, and you seem to be his nephew."

"Oh?"

Viscount Luton's eyes lit up.

The man in black robes took Luton's hand and dragged him into the shadow plane silently, whispering in his ear:

"His Majesty Wilham will make you the nominal Duke of the North, spread the history of Anzeta in the south, and draw people's attention to this evil dragon."

"Okay, I agree."

"You may not know that this Duke Luton beautified his experience. His real identity is a male prostitute."

"How could he, a mere idle viscount, suddenly become the so-called 'Duke of the North'?"

"So, Duke Luton bought a ditches in the Thracian Kingdom, and his experience of fleeing south was actually being a male prostitute for His Majesty Wilham."

-"Miscellaneous Records of the Secret History of Fianso" by an unnamed historian

North Wind Castle, Iron Dragon Wing Palace.

Casius lay lazily on the throne, staring at the magic image in the distance without caring, and exhaled a breath of hot sulfur.

"See?"

"This is what we call struggle."

"We are not of the same species as those humans, so they are likely to be bewitched by the northern nobles and launch a fierce resistance for the so-called 'common interests of the Scandinavians'."

"And what we have to do is to divide them from within, to separate these northern nobles from the civilians, to conduct a seemingly fair trial, to disguise the kingdom as a righteous judge, and to make them completely lose their respect for the northern nobles."

"And in this way, our rule will be more stable."

Rump hurriedly half-knelt down, showing an expression of admiration: "Master, your ruling wisdom makes me ashamed. Only under your guidance can the great blueprint be realized."

"Ah?"

Tinya tilted her head, her eyes full of doubts.

But soon, she put all this behind her, excitedly came forward, and rubbed the red dragon's tail affectionately with her neck.

"Pah!"

"Awoo——"

With a scream, the white dragon was whipped by the thick tail and flew more than ten meters away, rolling on the ground several times before stopping.

But soon, Tinia got up alive and well, shaking her tail excitedly.

Cassius glanced at her.

It seemed that it was impossible for this brainless white dragon to become a qualified lord.

And Trump seemed to have understood this well, and he didn't need to give too much guidance - after all, in addition to praising the great power of the red dragon, the Kingdom Daily also praised Lord 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 his body slightly, 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 planning 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 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 Anzetta. We hope you can criticize and correct it."

Trump's voice was particularly exciting, and the "gold necklace" on his thick neck was trembling slightly.

"I am 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)