The Witcher: Elemental Lords

The number of marquises represented the official power of a provincial region. A marquis represented the number of counties. Obviously, this greatly enhanced the strength of the Northwest.

Dore did not have any change of heart because of Hongda's words, but instead said a few polite words. His main focus was on the wizarding aspect, not the administrative one.

Hongda then slowly turned towards Aisha.

Dore was considered an outsider, so Hongda seemed more friendly. Aisha also revealed a look of joy; at least today wouldn't be awkward, since she knew someone.

She was a princess, and Hongda was considered a retainer of the Northwest, so they chatted a bit more.

Dore stood to the side, observing these ministers.

These were all high-ranking officials of the Glory Empire, wielding great power. In their local territories, they could even arbitrarily decide matters of life and death. However, standing at the entrance of the royal palace, these people were merely palace staff, their identities being managers.

After a while, it became clear that today there was only one protagonist: George.

Although Dore wasn't in the royal palace, he knew quite a bit about the palace affairs. He had crammed some knowledge in the past few days and was relatively familiar.

Before long, the palace gates opened, and then the crowd, chatting and laughing, split into various groups and entered.

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Dore, Aisha, and Hongda walked at the very end, lagging behind everyone else.

He saw that those in the front were from the military, and behind them were the various civil ministers. Dore didn't know what institutions they belonged to, but in any case, according to the order, no one went forward or backward. It seemed that this had long become a custom.

The people at the very back, including them, were the newly appointed lords to be ennobled today.

Moreover, it seemed that these people all knew each other, as if they had been communicating for a long time.

Hongda originally wanted to introduce the people in front to Dore, but Dore shook his head and stopped him. It was meaningless to him.

The three super families of the imperial capital—the Glory Family, the Edward Family, and the Conti Family—competed with each other, while the other nobles were just struggling. But what did it have to do with him? These people were all figures supported by their respective forces, and there were very few neutral individuals. It was just as well not to know them.

Soon, they entered the royal palace, entering a grand hall filled with historical sedimentation and majesty.

The middle of the hall was empty, with nothing but some decorations around the perimeter.

At the very front of the hall, a huge golden throne stood atop the steps, high above and coldly erected there.

On both sides of the steps stood several servants, each holding a staff and a whip.

Dore raised an eyebrow when he saw this. He originally wanted to ask what these two things were for, but he forcibly restrained himself.

At this time, everyone had already lined up in two rows, left and right, divided into various camps, and the surroundings quieted down.

When it was completely silent, an announcement was made from above, and George began to appear.

However, behind George, the figure of Emperor Yale also slowly emerged.

The people below were all moved when they saw this.

The two appeared together. Although Emperor Yale was old, he still sat upright on the golden throne, his eyes quietly watching below, displaying authority without anger.

George stood beside Emperor Yale, as if he were a small page.

After Emperor Yale sat at the top, he said, "Today is the empire's triennial conferment ceremony. All positions have been finalized. Unlike in the past, the empire has two more counties and twelve more cities this year. Two counties mean two marquises. Plus, with the changing of the old and new guards, and some being dismissed and sent to supervise, two positions have been vacated. So there are a total of four marquises. As for the number of counts, there are many. When the names are read out during the ceremony, please come up so that everyone can get to know each other."

After Emperor Yale finished speaking, he swept his gaze around and suddenly said heavily, "A few days ago, George did something that caused a shock in the court. To be honest, I am very dissatisfied. The dignified Ministry of Internal Affairs has actually been reduced to a personal tool. I am very unhappy. Things that I personally arranged, things that have been finalized, are still being violated. Who gave him the guts?"

Below the hall, everyone dared not make a sound.

Especially the Conti and Edward families, who were preparing to compete for the marquisate, dared not speak at this time, because the person behind it was them.

Emperor Yale naturally knew why, and after saying a few words, he stopped and quietly said, "Alright, I will investigate this matter later. Now, George will be responsible for the following matters. I will only observe."

He then stood up and, standing to the side, said to George, "You sit here."

He pointed to the golden throne.

The people below were immediately shocked.

George was the regent, and could usually only stand there to speak, or sit in a place outside the golden throne. Now, Emperor Yale was letting him sit on it, wasn't that the final decision?

Things were big!

The throne had been decided, and there was nothing for the First Prince Andes to do.

Some people had already begun to feel sorrow in their hearts. The initial investment had gone down the drain.

But more people were now beaming with joy. With George in power, they were all George's people, and these things were stable.

George did not decline, respectfully bowed to Emperor Yale, and then sat down generously.

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Emperor Yale stood beside George, protecting his son.

The imperial family was passed down from generation to generation in this way. The capable rose, and the incompetent fell. The emperor had to pave the way for those behind him, and could not leave a mess.

George sat in his seat, his eyes incredibly energetic and bright. He looked down and slowly opened his mouth, "Today's main task is only one, which is the conferment of honors. Other things will be put aside for now. The conferment process will be the responsibility of the Zongli Bureau. Let's begin now."

An old man from the Zongli Bureau walked out from the crowd, walked to the middle, and then respectfully bowed. Then, he said loudly, "The system of nobility has continued for ten thousand years. The etiquette of nobility educates all people..." He praised the nobility in a lengthy manner before slowly saying, "Now, we will hold the first item, the conferment of honors for the counts."

As he spoke, two people stood out next to him, took out two long lists, and began to read.

Dore stood below, boredly watching all of this, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Wave after wave of people went up, received the count's badge, clothes, and medal, and came down, and then wave after wave of people went up.

What these people received was not clothes or badges, but power, and the obligations that power brought.

There were many counts, and they came from all over the country, but there were only three marquises.

After the counts were finished, it was their turn, the four marquises.

At this time, George personally stood up, smiling majestically, and presented them with medals, clothes, various things, and gifts.

The nobility symbolized royal power. The nobility was a tool of royal power, and also a tool of the ruling class. Dore was very clear about this, but now he was playing this game, and he could only participate like everyone else, playing in this secular world.

On the other hand, Aisha didn't know what was going on, but her name was actually on the list, and she received the title of countess.

Aisha was very excited.

At this time, everyone knew that the Rhine family also had such a powerful princess.

The last item was the conferment of honors for the marquises.

The four marquises stood in a row. Two were newly promoted city lords, and two were powerful figures in the imperial capital. The four people stood together and looked similar, but in fact, there was a world of difference.