Underestimating the Enemy

The imperial capital's nobility generally looked down on marquises from other regions. Even if one possessed a city, it simply did not count if they were not in the capital—they were born a rank beneath others. There was nothing to be done about that.

But when Dole stood there, his bearing overshadowed everyone else. It was as though the other three among the four had been erased, leaving only him.

On Albis Mountain, he had slain four Level Seven Magic Beasts one by one. Such an achievement was enough to frighten off anyone.

Thus, when George stood before Dole, he could not help saying a few extra words.

"Our Empire has existed for so many years, and the only one to claim a territory single-handedly is Marquis Dole. With his own strength, he took down four Level Seven Magic Beasts. He can be called the strongest newly appointed marquis in the Empire. Marquis Dole, I hope that you will manage your territory well in the future and continue contributing to the prosperity and flourishing of our Empire."

Dole's mouth twitched.

Seeing Dole's twitching lips, George knew he had talked too much. He smiled faintly and said, "Take it."

Dole accepted the item, did not even look at it, and directly stuffed it into his storage ring.

Seeing that Dole was already impatient, George smiled faintly. I still have Dole to thank. Otherwise, I would never have secured the throne. I should help him more in the future.

George went to the second person and spoke a few words of encouragement as well.

Watching George, Dole thought, This guy has now grown into a qualified politician.

Emperor Yale, standing to one side, nodded repeatedly as well. George had truly grown up. Over the past few days, he had handled matters very