Facing the question from his core subordinates, Duke pondered and said, "I have no intention of disbanding the entire aristocratic class. To be honest, rulers are necessary. Without rulers, the people below will be in chaos. But what I, and even the entire world, need is a group of rulers who are united, actively preparing for war, and facing the rulers of various dark forces such as the Burning Legion, rather than the borers who dare to attack the soldiers on the front for their own interests."

"My Lord, what else have you seen in the long river of time?" Wendersol asked.

"War! Not only the war with the Burning Legion, the Scourge Legion, but also with the elemental lords of the ancient times, and the most evil ancient gods! And every two or three years, there will be a war similar to the third Dark Gate." Duke fooled his men with an extremely charlatan.

If Duke had said this twenty years ago, he would have been regarded as an idiot, but humans are a race with amazing adaptability, and in these twenty years, everyone has become accustomed to it.

No one doesn't believe it.

After returning, the four of them looked terrified in the carriage.

"I understand! Let us do our best to our Lord and open up a bright future for this disaster-prone world!" With Windsor as the four of them bowed to Duke.

On the other hand, the Storm nobles, as expected, began to connect as soon as they disperse.

However, they found sadly that they could not find anyone here, and even a combination could compete with Duke Marcus's 'tyranny'.

At this moment, they were in infinite surprises that someone had committed the crime against the wind. At this time, he suddenly publicly announced that he would hold a masquerade party tonight.

right!

It's the kind of person wearing a mask that doesn't even have to show his own face.

The Countess was so considerate that he specifically ordered the person who delivered the invitation to verbally conveyed that "I didn't even recognize the family emblem on the carriage, but only recognized the invitation but not the person."

This is really sleepy and I send a pillow, from the highest-ranking and powerful duke to the insignificant baron, there are at least two. The nobles of No. 300 directly agreed to attend the banquet.

When he received this news, Berval was silent for a long time.

In the shadow ahead of him, a man of shadow stood, short and concise, with deep brown eyes, "What should I do if Lord Regent?"

Boval finally waved his hand: "I have reached an agreement with the Regent of Marcus, I don't care about this. And doing so will obviously help make the Storm Kingdom a stronger country! Just focus on the action of [Ghost Wolf]."

"I understand!" The man retreated silently.

Looking at the empty room, Bewal sighed: "Duke, don't let me down."

That night, the atmosphere was weird.

When the sky got darker, almost all the noble families had their doors opened, and many carriages came out one after another. Some of these carriages had family emblems, while others were badgeless carriages used by servants to purchase goods.

Carriages with four-digit numbers rushed to the streets. Even when Stormwind was rebuilt, Duke designed all the main roads as lanes that can accommodate six horse-drawn cars in the city planning, and the core roads that run through the entire city are extremely exaggerated twelve lanes.

However, when thousands of carriages came out at the same time premeditatedly, traffic inevitably fell into chaos.

If MI7 attempts to track certain major nobles, they are destined to go crazy because they don’t have so many people to track each carriage and figure out who is sitting inside.

However, the nobles soon fell into doubt.

Logically, they would at least lead to a large number of stalkers in such open confusion. For example, the Seventh Department of Military Intelligence, there were only dozens of truly elite thieves, and the rest were very ordinary peripheral members, with only about five hundred of them.

Moreover, the thieves with less than a thousand people must be distributed in the vast territory of the Storm Kingdom. Except for the Marcus family, perhaps there are fewer people, there must be at least 30 or forty people in each district, right?

There will be no more than 20 thieves in Storm City.

But…none of the stalkers.

The nobles who were determined to participate in the costume party arrived very smoothly. They were not worried about being questioned by the two regents. The high-ranking and powerful guys either prepared a stand-in early or just a few people claimed to be playing cards together, and a bunch of loyal servants helped to perjure them.

Entering the manor of Count Anristo in the east of Stormwind, which was as gorgeous as the duke's mansion, the nobles could hear the joy coming from that huge and brilliant villa from afar.

A band consisting of high elves musicians played the most popular music from the Quel's saras era.

Sometimes cheerful, sometimes passionate, sometimes decent, constantly stirring the hearts of the nobles. If the fact that they were born today was too great, maybe many young noble men and women who were full of energy had already run to the bushes around the villa and rolled around.

It is okay to say it is a masquerade party, but it is okay to deceive outsiders. Nobles who are familiar with each other will always recognize the decorative codes that the other party deliberately left on their bodies.

Seeing the familiar big shots present one by one, the young nobles were ecstatic. In their eyes, this was enough to overturn the entire kingdom and even exiled the damn Grand Duke of Marcus.

Unfortunately, after the banquet began, the atmosphere was very strange.

Because everyone saw that the heroine at the costume party only brought a small golden mask covering her eyes, and actually ignored the other nobles and kept dancing with a young noble with music.

Even the nobles who were so close to each other could not hear what the two were whispering.

Fortunately, they didn't hear it. What they heard would probably be scared to death.

"Dear Grand Duke of Marcus, I remember that I didn't seem to have given you an invitation."

Right! That's right!

At this moment, the person who danced with the countess was Duke, who was wearing a ridiculous upper elf mask. Of course, no one in the world knew that the two metal jewelry on the ears of the mask were the small dragon-slaying sword. There was also a line of dragon-slaying swords written on it, and clicked and given.

Duke, who was in a bad mood, gently held the human-shaped Black Dragon Princess's slender hand with one hand, enjoying the soft and boneless touch, while holding the other hand around the other waist without hesitation. Well, his hand slid slightly from time to time.

Every time he felt the princess’ vague anger, he looked like “I slipped my hand, sorry”.
Chapter completed!