Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 42 Boring Human Beings

Ron lowered his head and caught a glimpse of Sivan Gogg's head. His head seemed to have heard what he just said, and his eyes changed from doubt to resentment and viciousness.

"Tsk, bad luck."

Ron opened his mouth, and a mouthful of bright blue plasma spewed out from between the fangs in his throat, turning into a thunder and lightning, turning Siwengog's remnant body into a piece of coke.

The nobles around retreated to the edge of the square, looking in shock at the huge, strong and fit blue creature in front of them, as well as the scorched corpse on the ground where the face of Sivan Gogg could be vaguely seen.

Everyone's brains were temporarily shut down.

The grand duke's son, the first legal heir died, and the first heir to the collateral line of the royal family who killed the former also died. His death was so sudden that no one had the slightest preparation.

Now the royal family of the Duke of Polun, the blood of the Goge family, only have the two sons of the regicide and kinslayer Xiwen Goge left. Do they have to welcome the heir of a person who violated the noble laws to be the Grand Duke?
Forget about the former Xiwen Goge, he led the army to surround the capital, and the nobles could only be forced to accept it or pretend they didn't see it in order to protect themselves.

But now that Sivan Gogg is dead, how could the freed nobles still be loyal to his son who is far away on the border.

The nobles had different thoughts, but all of them were concerned about Ron on the square, so they didn't dare to speak rashly, for fear that this blue dragon with unpredictable thoughts and elusive personality would feel unhappy and cut himself into several pieces with one claw.

Some people pinned their hopes on those high-ranking mages enshrined in the court and turned their attention to the tall mage tower, but those few high-ranking mages who could compete with the real dragon in front of them never showed up.

In the tower, several worshiping mages looked at each other speechlessly.

They are confident that they can fight against the young blue dragon in terms of spells, and even surpass that blue dragon, but they also saw the speed at which Ron killed Shivan Gogg, which made them extremely jealous and chose to wait. In the safe mage's tower.

Moreover, they just helped Sivan Gogg kill the son of the Grand Duke, but now that Sivan Gogg is also dead, no matter who succeeds him, in order to ensure that his succession is reasonable and legal, they will be burdened first The enshrined mages charged with treachery and regicide were executed.

Even though it is impossible for several powerful high-ranking mages to lose their lives because of this, it is time for them to think about their future.

Ron glanced at Ren, who was under the protection of the guards and stood in a daze next to Misef's melted and corroded corpse, and shook his head imperceptibly.

Ron suddenly said in the silence: "Humans, choose someone who can represent you to come out and talk to me."

The silent crowd immediately roared, seeming to vent their depression, dissatisfaction and fear. Their argument was almost shouting, which made Ron feel noisy.

The noise of the kobolds was at least admiration, but this group of human nobles looked like a group of barking hyenas.

"quiet!"

With Longwei's warning, Zhenlong silenced the noisy crowd, then took out his handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and lowered his voice to talk.

In the end, Fliss, the head of the noble council, was pushed out by the nobles to talk to Long.

Although he can also be counted among the traitors, among the people present, he is the one with the highest title and the oldest qualifications, and he is also the head of the noble council, so he is naturally the microphone that best represents the nobles.

As for whether the traitors who assisted Xiwen Goge in killing His Highness Misef will be liquidated, that can only be said in the future.

Ferris also understands this, in order to save his family and his own life, he must satisfy all the nobles and the real dragon in front of him.

Ron watched the noble old man in luxurious clothes swaying his legs slightly, walked in front of him pretending to be calm, bowed and saluted and said: "Mighty and noble real dragon, my name is Fliss Gide, a nobleman of the Duchy of Boren Chairman of the Council, come here..."

Ron interrupted his words with a wave of his hand, frightening Fliss, and said: "No need to talk nonsense, I just want to know, is there any legal heir to the Principality of Bolun? Except for the heirs of those few carbons."

a few carbons...

Ferris glanced at Shivan Gogg's body out of the corner of his eye, and replied respectfully: "The elder sister of His Majesty's father married the last Grand Duke of Lamington and gave birth to an heir for him. As the current Grand Duke Lamington, according to the law of succession by blood of nobility, the son of Grand Duke Lamington also has the right to inherit the Duchy of Polon."

Fliss thought for a while, and added: "Also, the Grand Duke Lamington has four sons, and the second son among them is just right in age and can be selected as the heir."

Ron nodded with a little regret: "In that case, you can settle the rest on your own. My contract with Misev has been completed, and the affairs of the Principality of Polun have nothing to do with me."

It's a pity that these nobles are married to each other, and their blood is intertwined. It is difficult for a big family to die suddenly and cleanly. A few legal heirs can always emerge from the corners of the horns. I don't know how many generations ago. En can also make a grand duke.

After listening to Ron's words, the minds of the nobles around him instantly became active. Some of them supported Misev and Sivan Gogg before, but the new successor to the grand duke is still far away in a neighboring country. Everything that happened on the scene has nothing to do with He has nothing to do.

There is a lot of room for manipulation here, and in a single thought, it may be the life and death of oneself and the rise and fall of the family.

The nobles who were originally united under the pressure of Long En suddenly had their own thoughts.

Fliss suddenly said to Ron: "Dear True Dragon, I wonder if you are willing to accept another deal, and I will pay you a satisfactory reward."

The nobles were surprised, but this old man reacted quickly. If he got the support of this real dragon, he would definitely have the upper hand in the following open and secret battles, and maybe the whole family could be saved from liquidation.

"No," Ron said coldly, "You humans will settle your own affairs."

The nobles breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, the real dragon directly rejected the Marquis of Fliss.

Ron looked at all this with cold eyes. He was also a human being in his previous life. It was meaningless to watch this group of human beings with backward systems and thinking fight back and forth. Although he felt a little distressed by rejecting the gold coins, he still decided to stick to his own principles. Don't worry, some money doesn't matter.

At the end, Ron added another sentence: "Of course, I am happy to accept employment with reasonable conditions and prices, after you have settled your own affairs."

Ron flapped his wings and set off a strong wind, then turned his head to look at Ren, who was still a little dazed, and said, "Ren Leon."

Ren suddenly woke up and looked at Ron.

"The rest of the matter will be left to you humans to solve by yourself, but I can help you with a small favor at the end."

Ron paused for a moment and then said: "Choose a few guys you hate, this time the employment is not done very well, it's just an after-sales service."

　After practicing the car for a whole day, I didn't get home until [-] o'clock. The update was late. I begged to vote and follow up. Thank you very much!

　　(When eating, typing, and taking a bath, I step on the clutch with my feet, for fear that the car will turn off if I lift my feet too much, and it will become numb)

　　
　
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