Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 8 Speech

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

There is no red tape in the borderland. Everything is about surviving the competition with numerous monster tribes and clans, and then opening up more territory.

In Cassius's opinion, the promotion of the title would not bring any substantial help or changes to the territory or himself. Instead, traveling back and forth to the capital would waste a lot of time and put his territory in danger.

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

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

Noah couldn't understand it.

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

Cassius sneered. He had led the Knights to sweep the area around the territory countless times. Except for low- and medium-level monsters, there was no gold-level creature.

The reason why it was not occupied was because there were not enough people in the territory, so his going out to hunt monsters could only be called hunting, not development.

"What you need is a larger population, 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 capital."

This man, whose aura was as majestic as a towering mountain and seemed insurmountable, showed a trace of worry on his face and sighed softly.

Noah felt the helplessness of his adoptive father. His personal combat power was unparalleled in this area, and the knights he led were also a first-class group among the surrounding border nobles.

But the most fatal problem is that he can capture any place in this rich and vast land, but who will garrison it after conquering it?

No matter how fertile the land is, it needs enough people to develop it. But now the number of subjects in the Augustus family's territory is so small that it is difficult for them to even defend the existing territory, let alone keep up with the lord's pace of conquest.

The lands left behind by those slain monster clans will be occupied by other monster clans if not occupied by humans, and the resources produced by the land will breed new monsters.

"You may not be unable to obtain these by going to the capital. I think you should still go to the capital."

Noah thought for a moment and then gave his suggestion. After saying this, before his adoptive father could say anything, he stretched out his dragon claws and pointed at the monster corpse in front of him, ready for him to choose.

"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 appearing in the short term to threaten the territory."

"I am in the capital, how can I get more people and troops?"

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

Noah had no intention of hiding his incompetence or playing dumb, because he was now a golden dragon who was born with self-awareness. No matter how smart he appeared to be, all creatures took it for granted, including his biological parents.

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

Noah could not wait to try to intervene in more lives, especially powerful noble lords like his adoptive father. He wanted to see what kind of feedback the golden tree could give him.
"You don't value noble titles, but other nobles in the kingdom do."

There are five ranks of nobility: Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount and Baron. Earl is stuck in a position that is neither too high nor too low, which is a bit awkward. If one goes one step further and becomes a Marquis, he can barely be considered to have entered the ranks of the great nobles. "So what if they value me?"

Cassius, who had just treated him quite gently, sneered, his contempt for the kingdom's nobles evident in his words.

Such an arrogant attitude reminded Noah of his parents, who had the same attitude towards everything in the world, but they acted well on the surface and did not show their contempt.

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

"After you become a marquis, you can marry those great nobles, establish a cooperative relationship, obtain resource support, and further expand your territory."

Although he knew that his adoptive father was unlikely to accept this suggestion, Noah still said it.

"No need. The Augustus family has its own swords to open up its territory."

This was the response of Cassius, who genuinely looked down on the nobles within the kingdom.

Noah finally understood why his parents had entrusted him to the man in front of him. To some extent, he was too similar to the dragon race.

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

"Oh?"

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

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

Noah once again made a rebellious statement.

This was the advice he gave after understanding the actual situation. The pioneering nobles had almost unlimited freedom and were not restricted by the fiefdom nobles within the kingdom. But this was only superficial. If they really had a choice, most of the border nobles would want to run away.

Opening up new frontiers for the human race sounds like it would bring infinite glory, and even allow one's name to be recorded in history.

But in reality, this is a road filled with endless blood and bones, and countless people have died in 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 death.

Therefore, those who were sealed at the border were basically small nobles, the highest of whom was only an earl, and there were more viscounts and barons, as well as a large number of knights.

A true noble would never guard the border of civilization and allow the military forces under their control to be consumed by the endless torrent of monsters.

"Offensive and defensive alliance? There have long been similar offensive and defensive agreements among the border nobles."

Cassius looked much more serious when he heard this.

"But such an agreement can only be maintained by the self-consciousness of the border nobles. It has no binding force and cannot concentrate all forces within a certain period of time. Once faced with a greater crisis, I am afraid that very bad results will occur."

Noah hit the nail on the head when he said that relying entirely on conscious agreement was completely a test of human nature, and human nature was the most vulnerable to the test and could not be relied upon in times of crisis.

(End of this chapter)