Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 245 - 170: Enfeoffment of the Dragons, Lord of a Hundred Dragons_2

Chapter 245: Chapter 170: Enfeoffment of the Dragons, Lord of a Hundred Dragons_2

Now, the New King decides to cut all these controversies in one stroke, then tosses them for his own Dragons to handle.

"There are traitors around Tidel!"

Noah sighed deeply, yet he didn’t shirk at all, accepting everything; as long as Tidel dared to give, he dared to accept. Perfect timing, as he desperately needed a batch of territories to bestow upon others.

There’s never a wall in this world that’s completely impenetrable, especially when some walls not only fail to block the wind but actively let it through. For example, a certain Silver Dragon who received promises of lands from Noah was flaunting the news of her upcoming City Governor appointment, which became known to all the Dragons.

That couldn’t be tolerated, and at the Gemology Society, it immediately caused an uproar.

"President, this is unfair!"

"I have contributed to the Society, I have bled for the Dragon Clan, I also want to become a Governor!"

"I followed you, shattered the Demon Army, and also defended against the Devil for you, I’ve made contributions too, President, you can’t forget about me!"

"Why can the Silver Dragon become a Governor, but not I, the Red Copper Dragon?"

"Just a mere Silver Dragon, can she really be a Governor? Can she do it properly? It should be me!"

One Metal Dragon after another, provoked by Silver Dragon Annabelle, approached Noah, even the Golden Dragon Agnes, who was buried under enormous debts, also came.

The issue lies not in scarcity but in inequality. This is the nature of living beings; the Dragons, being part of the Wisdom Species, naturally can’t escape it.

The pursuit of power is widespread within the Dragon Clan, although most Dragons won’t deliberately chase power since it requires bowing to short-lived species. But when an opportunity to wield power is placed in front of them, they won’t miss or relinquish it.

"Your merits are no less than the Silver Dragon’s. I certainly remember your contributions!"

"I will not overlook the achievements of any Dragon!"

Facing many Metal Dragons who came forward, Noah demonstrated the demeanor expected of a President, assuring them he would be fair and not shortchange any Dragon nor let any Dragon who has contributed to the Society be wronged.

Hence, after Tidel sent the map of the territories to be conferred, Noah summoned all the Dragons of the Gemology Society to commence the first round of large-scale distribution.

"The New King is about to ascend to the throne; he has allocated thirty-nine prosperous and fertile territories to me. I don’t have enough energy to manage these lands, so I need trustworthy Dragons to govern them for me."

Noah’s gaze swept over the gradually restless Dragon group; under the pressure of Word Spirit·Tyrant, the Dragon group quickly quieted down again,

"You standing here signifies that you are trusted Dragons, so now you have two choices:

First, become my Governor and manage one of the territories for me.

Second, pledge loyalty to me and become my Lord!"

The Golden Dragon’s words, when reaching the Dragons’ ears, were earth-shattering, making them dizzy, almost unable to believe.

"President, what’s the difference in power between a Governor and a Lord?"

With Noah slightly relaxing the Word Spirit, soon a Dragon raised this question.

"A Governor will receive the highest executive power of a territory, possessing judicial authority, responsible for the territory’s daily operations and policy implementation, capable of mobilizing troops, but not involved in the construction and management of the army.

As for a Lord, except for paying me a certain amount of taxes annually as proof of loyalty, all powers within the territory belong to the Lord."

Noah concisely explained; a Governor, to him, was merely a manager of a region, but a Lord held great power, commanding an entire domain independently.

How to choose such options seems evident; for the Dragons, there seems to be no second option.

"Noah, can we choose freely?"

"You can freely choose the position of Governor and the identity of Lord, but the power to allocate and appoint you to any territory belongs to me!"

Noah reiterated.

"I choose to be a Lord!"

"I also want to be a Lord!"

The moment the Golden Dragon finished speaking, some Dragons responded immediately; even if they did not know what kind of land they would be assigned, it was given by the Golden Dragon. Considering his relationship with the New King, how could the territory be poor?

"I hope you will consider carefully before making a choice, rather than treating it as a game; this is not fun and games.

Once you make your choice, you need to be responsible for it to the end and cannot back out capriciously."

There was more underlying meaning in Noah’s words, but which Metal Dragon present could not discern?

Whether as Governors or becoming Lords, these could be seen as contracts and promises. What the consequences would be for Metal Dragons breaking them, even the youngest Dragon present knew.

"I have decided; as long as you grant me an Earl Domain, even if I have to be a Lord for life, I am willing."

A Bronze Dragon stepped forward, with eyes full of great longing and desire.

While any Dragon present could go out and receive titles in any realm, obtaining noble status, bowing to short-lived species monarchs was humiliation, whereas swearing allegiance to a revered Ancestral Golden Dragon was an honor.

"Give me an answer in three days."

Although some Dragons responded on the spot, Noah ignored them all; those present were young Dragons, acting impetuously. Noah understood but couldn’t condone it.

Because every decision he made now, every conferment, no longer involved only the Dragon Clan itself but would also affect hundreds of thousands of wisdom beings.

Yet even after Noah delayed for three days, two-thirds of the Dragons still chose to become Noah’s Lords; the allure of real power aristocracy was indeed too much for a group of young Dragons.

The most crucial reason was that young Dragons who had just left their parents’ protection were all quite poor; becoming nobility made it easy to escape poverty.

This was immense wealth; which young Dragon could resist?

"Is this what you promised me as a Governor?"

The once arrogant Silver Dragon Annabelle, now wilted like a frost-bitten eggplant, still came fiercely to question the Golden Dragon.

"Yes, didn’t you want to become a City Governor of a territory with a population of five hundred thousand? This is a Marquis Domain, with a rough estimate exceeding five hundred thousand people, not only matching your needs but far exceeding them."

"But..."

The Silver Dragon was at a loss for words; what she coveted was Elidis Mountain, the very foundation of this Golden Dragon’s rise. Becoming its matron Dragon, further progress would follow naturally.

"If you’re not satisfied, you can switch your role; I appoint you as the Lord here, what do you think?"

"I need to think about it!"

Now it was Silver Dragon’s turn to hesitate.

Being a Governor, while serving the Golden Dragon, was merely a position, engaged as an employee with the Golden Dragon.

If done well, it could be extended for a while. If feeling displeased, one could resign freely, but becoming a Lord was not an easy departure, and it established a clear superior-subordinate relationship with the Golden Dragon.

"Noah, I’ve decided, I’m willing to become your Lord, your arm!"

At this moment, a slender woman with golden hair rushed into the Golden Dragon’s palace, directly expressing her determination.

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Noah rejoiced, making the promise on the spot.

"Agnes, are you willing to become a Lord?"

Annabelle stared blankly at the woman before her, unable to comprehend.

"I need money!"

Agnes was straightforward; other young Dragons might just be poor, but as a Golden Dragon, she possessed negative assets, a situation so pitiful that those who heard it wept. She didn’t dare enter her Deep Sleep Period under these conditions.

"Then I might as well be the same!"