The chamber has restored its luxurious appearance before Cyrill defeated Mandelkesburg.

Anastasia Herman was sitting upright on the throne of the former Duke, and it was rare that he did not show a lazy sitting position, but was sitting.

Alexey Hermann sat beside her, with a serious face, tense body looking straight ahead, her eyes continuing to stay at Marquis Amasil, who was half kneeling on the red carpet, Cyril Adrien.

The spell prism cast by the Green Tower rotates on the ceiling of the chamber. It dutifully presents all images on another spell prism - the latter is located in the Civic Square in the center of the city, and is the place with the largest traffic in Mandexburg.

At this moment, the heads of Amasil's cities, representatives of the chamber of commerce, core figures of the army, and even the envoys of the other Kingdom Legions gathered in the Civic Square and witnessed the next scene with the rest of Mandexburg people.

"Cyril Adrien."

"I'm here."

Cyril raised his head and met Anastasia's gaze.

"You took office as Earl of Ciali in April 1440 in the year of Dragon Roar. What achievements have you made since your tenure?"

"Yes." Cyril put one hand on his chest, straightened his back, maintained a half-kneeling posture, and said calmly:

"I took office as Siliki in May 1440 in the year of Dragon Roar, and formed an alliance with the Congye clan elves, integrating Siliki, Sor City, and Yevwende, making the originally remote and economically backward Siliki area the richest land in Amasir."

"I led the common development of Phil through Siliki's wealth. Then, in response to His Majesty's enlistment order, I led troops to the northern border in October of the year of Dragon Roar to support the frontier, and destroy the plan of the undead to invade the inner ring of my northern border of La Rochelle."

"At the beginning of the Yinbai year in 1441, he went to Port New Orway under the order of His Highness to promote in-depth cooperation between Port New Orway and La Rochelle, and helped rebuild the Harbor Temple; after returning to La Rochelle, he quelled the civil war between Duke O'Connor in July and brought Amasil back to peace."

"Now 70% of Amasil's area has been integrated into the convenient and efficient system brought by Siliki, and enjoy the benefits from Siliki."

He talked freely and listed one by one, causing Anastasia Hermann, who was on the Duke's seat, to nod frequently.

His voice, supported by magic, was clearly transmitted to every messenger who came to visit Mandelkesburg and the people of Mandelkesburg.

In fact, the hearts of Mandelkesburg have long been attributed to Cyril. After all, the benefits brought by Cyliki's dominance are visible to the naked eye. The types of materials in the market have increased greatly and the prices are even lower than before.

Conscription, expanding the industrial system, and expanding the scale of agriculture also gives many idle people a place to work.

The implementation of policies has allowed Amasir's city to integrate into the Siliki system almost without any objection.

But the benefits are the benefits. To award the title of Count Marquis who is too young, it requires enough achievements to achieve.

And the current situation will allow Amasil's people to know how brilliant the marquis they next made in places they did not know, and why can they take over as marquis at such an overly young age?

"Your Highness, this is what I did last year."

Cyril finished his statement and bowed again. Anastasia nodded gently, then slowly stood up.

"Cyril Adrien."

She stepped on the red carpet step by step with Cyril's response. With the slightest slim legs half-covered by the long skirt stopped in front of Cyril.

"Raise your head."

"yes."

Cyril raised his head and sincerely met Anastasia's gaze.

"Based on your past achievements and the heavy responsibility Amasil has to bear next."

"Now, the year of the yin and white in 1441, August 17. I, Anastasia Hermann, the fifth successor to the throne of the royal family of La Rochelle Hermann."

She put one hand on her chest and raised her head and said loudly:

"In the name of the struggle given to La Rochelle by his ancestor Upton Lehman, the glory of freedom given to La Rochelle by his ancestor Rennes Herman."

“Granted to the honorable citizen of La Rochelle, Marquis of Ciliki, Cyril Adrien, Marquis of Amasil!”

Her clear voice echoed over the entire Mandeloft under the action of spells. The young new marquis kissed the back of the princess's hand, and then took over a dark golden medal she had given-

The medal is a square bottom, highlighting the interlaced sword and shield, the same emblem as the royal flag. On the right side of the medal is a detailed inscribed antler.

This is the emblem of the head of Amasil. It has been held by Duke Amasil in the past years, and now it has been passed down to Cyril.

This scene was witnessed by everyone in the square.

They witnessed the award ceremony of the youngest marquis of La Rochelle since its founding.

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Less than two days after the award ceremony, Cyril Adrien and the new Marquis of Amasil were heard throughout Amasil; in a few days, in the south, north, and in Volgo provinces, they also knew what kind of person the person who succeeded Duke O'Connor and took charge of Amasil was.

The absolute center of the south, Metburys, Angeles.

The senior executives of the "Beijing League" are in a hurry. As neighbors of Amasir, they have naturally been paying attention to Amasir's civil strife - don't forget that the person who competed for the title of the East with Cyril was instructed by the Northern League.

They have been eyeing the ports along the Adler region and the Adelaide coast. Whenever they give the Northern League any chance, they will slap their own forces into Amasil.

The internal struggle between Duke O'Connor and his two descendants was great news for the Northern League - as neighbors, they had the advantage of getting the moon first. If Solconan gave a little hint, they would immediately send troops to "put the rebellion".

As for whom the city that was defeated by the rebellion and conquered after the end of the civil war, Solconan could not make any mistakes. It would be a matter between the new Duke of Amasil, Duke of the South, and Duke of Marcellus.

The achievements of the Duke of Marcellus are clearly there. The new Duke of Amacile is a piece of paper. My Duke is greater than your Duke, so naturally I can overwhelm the negotiating table.

But they were still watching the show leisurely, hoping that the two dukes' sons would fight more fiercely every day, but they didn't expect that a young man would quell the war without any effort.

What’s even more excessive is that His Highness actually awarded the young man the position of Amasil to the position of command!

"Danya is here, what exactly is in our princess' head? Is it a ball of paste?"

"How could he hand over Amasil to a young boy who is not even twenty years old to manage? You are a little Count and something, but you are actually a marquis. Can he be a marquis? You can't be! Do you know if you don't have this ability?"

The senior officials of the southern nobles were arguing in a squabbling, and they were all scolding Anastasia and Cyril in words they could think of.

However, only the Duke, Abbot Marcellus, who was above the high position, held his cheek with one hand and looked at the farce below coldly.

Then he gently tapped the armrest of the chair.

In an instant, everyone calmed down and sat upright back to their position.

Gu Jian

"Have you had enough noise?"

The 87-year-old man glanced sharply across the audience, but the simple words made everyone shudder.

"Noising here when you have time."

"Have any of you learned what this new marquis is and what he did?"

A senior executive couldn't help but interrogate, "I heard that he..."

"Listen, say." About Marcellus interrupted his speech directly. "Hechris, what I need to know is the detailed time point, what did it do, rather than a 'Listen, say' - is that what old Hechris teaches you about doing things? He really raises a waste."

A slander made the senior executive unable to respond at all, so he could only stumble and said, "Yes, Lord Duke..."

And Duke About Marcellus drooped his eyelids slightly, his voice as low as a bell:

"Cyril Adrien, who passed by Angeles a few months ago, went to Port New Orway. The preferential policies we have enjoyed to Port New Orway are all derived from him."

"Ah, this-"

This news surprised these senior officials in the south. They knew that diplomacy a few months ago allowed La Rochelle's port to enjoy great preferential treatment from New Orway Port, but they only thought that this was the result of the discussion by the Foreign Minister.

"Don't question him, he is more capable than you here."

These senior officials lowered their heads in shame because of his words, but such actions caused a sneer from the Duke of Marcellus:

"One, one by one, turtle shrunk!"

"If I say don't question, don't question. If I say he has the ability, he has the ability? Where is your own brain?"

"Now I ask you, knowing his identity and his achievements, what else do you need to think about?"

After a few seconds of silence, someone whispered: "Yes...what should we treat Amasil next?"

Without getting a response from the Duke of Marcellus, the man knew that he had said something wrong, so he quickly lowered his head and pretended that it was not him who just spoke.

The Duke of Marcellus looked at the silent people and let out a soft sigh.

The huge south seems like a sturdy chariot under the operation of several generations, but only in this position he knows how "no successor" the south is now.

There is no younger generation who can drive the whole South like him back then—

"Duke..."

A voice sounded in the corner of the conference room. This sound was not obvious, but it was particularly harsh in the quiet environment.

About Marcellus looked there and was a young man he had never seen before.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"I think... maybe what we have to consider is why His Highness asked him to take over as the Marquis, and why did he put the position of Duke of O'Connor's family on the ground and let a local lord take over as the Marquis."

About Marcellus' eyes lit up.

He looked at the young man with bright eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Your name?"

"Adian Kaleva, Lord Duke."

“From today, you will be responsible for all matters in the Adek area.”

The Adek region, the only area in the south that is close to the Adela Sea, is also the area bordering Amasir. The former head of the Adek region couldn't help but scream: "Sir Duke, then I..."

"Shut up and go out."

The Duke of Marcellus didn't even look at him, and the person in charge resisted the subsequent complaints, stood up, lowered his head and walked out of the room quickly.
To be continued...