Chapter 011: High-Sounding Titles

Wang Bo picked up the letter and opened it to read. It was a letter from the king of the Xuna Kingdom to Wang Bo. The content was very simple: he hoped Wang Bo could persuade the king of their country to submit to the Xuna Kingdom.

After the deed was done, he guaranteed that Wang Bo could retain his original duke status unchanged and receive a great deal of rewards.

If the king showed any unusual movements, he also hoped Wang Bo would promptly inform the envoy and cooperate with the envoy to take over the country. At that time, he would let Wang Bo govern this country.

At the end of the letter, there was also the king's seal.

Wang Bo read the letter from beginning to end and placed it on the coffee table. The blond envoy eagerly asked, "Duke, what do you think? Are you willing to cooperate with our Xuna Kingdom?"

Wang Bo said expressionlessly, "Not interested."

The blond envoy was momentarily stunned.

Wang Bo continued, "I have absolutely no interest in the intrigues between your kingdoms. If that's why you've come, my answer will disappoint you. Please go back, envoy."

The blond envoy clenched his fists and said coldly, "Are you rejecting us, Duke?"

"Get out!"

Seeing that the other seemed to want to threaten him, Wang Bo's face turned cold and he rebuked him.

The butler, who had been waiting for some time, stepped forward, grabbed the blond envoy, and punched him in the stomach.

With a splat, the blond envoy fell to his knees clutching his stomach.

But after he vomited, the butler grabbed the guy by the head and rushed off like a hurricane, charging out of the castle, and with a hard throw, flung the blond envoy out.

Then, with a thud, the guy landed on the ground and fell unconscious.

A few hours later, the guy woke up groggily, glared angrily at Wang Bo's castle, and finally left.

As for what this guy would do next, whether he would stir up trouble before the king of the Xuna Kingdom, Wang Bo didn't care at all. He was just a king of a country.

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Two days later, a dragon, under the gaze of the crowd, skimmed low and flew into the duke's castle. It easily completed the task Wang Bo had assigned, making it known to everyone.

Soon, the king heard the news and was overjoyed.

He ordered someone to invite Wang Bo, hoping Wang Bo could bring the dragon to the capital. Wang Bo naturally did not refuse and readily agreed.

The next day, he rode the dragon through the sky and landed in the palace garden.

The king and his ministers welcomed the dragon's arrival in the garden.

After Wang Bo dismounted from the dragon's back, the king came over with Prince Kit. Wang Bo pointed to the dragon beside him and said, "Your Majesty, this is my friend, the Frost Scourge, Lord of the Northern Lands, Light of the Polar Night, Keeper of Death's Gate, Saint of Winter, Lord Deathwing."

The dragon looked at its master in bewilderment, completely unaware of when it had become the Frost Scourge, Lord of the Northern Lands, Light of the Polar Night, Keeper of Death's Gate, Saint of Winter, Lord Deathwing.

Each title was more high-sounding than the last. Was it really that awesome?

But as a dragon, it absolutely could not lose face for its master, so it cooperatively spread its wings, which were over ten meters long, and let out an earth-shaking roar that shook the entire capital, announcing its arrival.

The king, Prince Kit, the captain of the guard, and the ministers, hearing the dragon's sudden roar, trembled in fear. The more timid ones plopped to the ground, soiling themselves in terror, and a stench spread.

The king looked disgustedly at these ministers who had lost all face and ordered them thrown out of the palace, never to be employed again.

Yes, the king was that awesome.

In the West, within some countries, there were many lords. These lords acted like local emperors in their fiefs, lording it over others, to the point that they even disregarded the king's commands.

When the king's power was weakened, these great lords could even sideline the king.

But in the country where the kingdom was located, there were not so many lords. All the land belonged to the king. Even Wang Bo, a duke, actually had no fief except for a castle.

If the king was displeased, he could even revoke Wang Bo's title of duke and expel him from the country.

This was also why the Xuna Kingdom was willing to win over Wang Bo.

In their view, as long as they gave Wang Bo a benefit, they could make him side with them. Why not?

But the reality was that Wang Bo did not take them seriously at all and slapped them in the face.

In this country, even Wang Bo, a duke, could be dismissed at will, let alone these ministers who had lost the king's face. In the king's eyes, they were nothing.

The king was the one who had the final say.

After driving away these disgraceful ministers, the king bowed humbly to the dragon.

"I am King Derek. I welcome your arrival, great Lord of the North Wind."

Hearing the king's words, Wang Bo couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his mind. A king really knew how to speak. That speech earlier was just Wang Bo's improvisation.

Even he himself didn't know what the Frost Scourge or Lord of the North Wind really were.

He hadn't expected King Derek to remember and repeat it verbatim. Such quality, such etiquette, such behavior—it was simply impeccable.

The dragon folded its wings, lowered its head, fixed its huge dragon eyes on the king, nodded slightly, and then lay down on the ground, motionless, as if asleep.

Wang Bo could understand the king's language because he had the ability to comprehend languages.

But the dragon could not; it had no idea what the king was saying, so it could only close its eyes and rest, as Wang Bo had agreed with it.

Seeing the dragon close its eyes and not want to acknowledge him, the king looked at Wang Bo.

Wang Bo stepped forward and said, "Rest assured, Your Majesty. Lord Deathwing has decided to help us through this crisis. From now on, he will reside here to deter all enemies."

"But Lord Deathwing has traveled a long way and is already tired, so he has decided to rest here."

"We should not disturb his rest."

The king quickly nodded. "You are right, Sland. We should leave here and let Lord Deathwing rest as much as he likes."

With the help of a dragon, the king's worries were greatly alleviated. At least he no longer had to fear the Xuna Kingdom's coercion, so his face looked radiant.

The crowd left the garden and returned to the palace. The king sat on his throne and praised Wang Bo lavishly before Prince Kit and the ministers.