Duke Augustus!

This title sounded very good, and Wren was in a hurry to find that the gaze of everyone looking at him was very complicated, not to mention the natives of Congatro, Valogen, Dinkraj, Duke Fisher, and others were shocked, and Dylan Lauberdier was even more shocked.

Even the two Speakers from Wezeland were a little envious.

A duke with an area of more than 50,000 square miles, a population of three million, and abundant resources in the territory, including a forest with great potential, is of incalculable value, even Kaidejia, who is extremely indifferent to fame and fortune, is also moved.

Speaker Cleos, as a red dragon, almost had to help Wren agree.

However, Wren himself was not carried away by the great temptation, which far exceeded the reward promised by Emilys at the beginning, and even more than ten times!

Territory is always the most important foundation of the nobility, and it is also the cornerstone of the ruler, even the king, or even the emperor, will not easily give away such a large land, because it is tantamount to cutting meat on one's own body, which will do all kinds of harm and no benefit.

Emilys doesn't seem to be such a generous person either, and don't forget, the Dragonborn are essentially dragons in human skin.

Unless there is a greater good, she will never go against the dragon's greedy nature.

With a faint smile on her charming face and a bit of expectation in her eyes, Emily asked softly, "Wren, are you willing to accept it?"

All eyes were on Wren.

As long as he answered yes, at this moment, the history of Congatro would be rewritten, and he witnessed the birth of a new principality.

But what people can't understand is that Wren didn't respond for a long time.

"Wren, what are you still thinking? Hurry up and agree!" Cleos couldn't help but persuade him, thinking that Wren was shocked by this canonization, and was stunned for a while.

Wren remained silent, and the atmosphere in the hall became a little dreary.

Emilys frowned slightly, showing great patience, but Wren's soul eye noticed something unusual, her mood fluctuated very much, and she didn't seem to dare to look at herself, and her demeanor was subconsciously a little dodgy.

"She really had something to hide from me. ”

Wren was sure, and his eyes swept over the people around Emilys, Valogan, Dinraghi, Astan, and the three legendary Scaly Blood Guards, but they were all normal, and they should not know the inside story, and looked at Emilys herself again.

She didn't have any other problems except that she was a little nervous.

Wren couldn't figure out what Emilys could hide from herself.

After all, the restoration plan has come to this point, and she is about to re-ascend to the Iron Throne, and the Long March is only the last step, so she dares to make extraneous branches?

"Not true. Wren suddenly woke up, "It is precisely because she is about to successfully restore that she has begun to prepare for the future rule of Congatro." ”

Returning to the throne is only the first step, and the next step is to recreate the glory of the Drogon Castle family.

And that requires more Dragonborn.

Wren immediately remembered her request to herself the night Emily killed her cousin Weatherley in Hightock.

His gaze moved from Emilys' face and downward.

Emily noticed it, her body moved slightly, and she subconsciously blocked her abdomen with her hand, which can be said to be a non-self-confession, and she couldn't stop the induction of the soul eye.

Kangatro has been wearing thick warm robes since landing in Kangatro, although it is a bit redundant for a dragonborn with red dragon blood and a natural ability to control fire and withstand the cold, but everyone is dressed thickly, so it doesn't seem strange.

Wren didn't think much about it, and usually the soul eye only looked at people's heads, because that's where the soul was.

At this time, he saw another soul in Emilys's belly.

Two souls in one!

This soul is very weak, as if it has just been born, fragile but full of vitality, growing strong all the time, the young soul makes him feel a little kind, as if he has a very close connection with himself.

Wren's eyes changed suddenly.

Emily smiled softly at him, and though there was still a little apprehension in her eyes, she could not hide the maternal brilliance.

She is expecting!

Wren suddenly thought in his heart, no wonder she had deliberately avoided herself recently, not creating opportunities for the two to be alone, and she hadn't been intimate for a long time.

It's no wonder that her figure has also undergone slight changes, she is often tired easily, and she is drowsy.

All this is explained.

Wren had never been a father in his two lifetimes, and suddenly a strange and complicated feeling came to his mind, surprised, delighted, and sluggish, but in the next second, his face was not very good-looking, and the soul eye saw that in the soul of this unborn child, there was a blood soul curse lurking!

Emily whispered again, "Wren?"

Wren was silent for a few seconds, looked at her deeply, raised his hand to open an arbitrary door, and said, "Follow me." Then he walked in on his own.

Everyone in the hall was confused.

Only Emilys herself knew what was going on, nodding to the crowd, and got up to step with Wren through any door.

When she came out, she found herself on the highest tower in Dragonspine Fort, which was also the highest point in the entire city, overlooking Dragonspine City, which was built on a hill.

The battle was over, and the city was filled with centaurs and transcendent legions, who kept order and drove the Filton guards into one place and put them under guard. Although the Dragonborn army did not commit any crimes against the inhabitants of Dragonspine City, let alone slaughter the city, it still caused great panic.

People hide in their homes, peeking out from behind the cracks in their doors and windows at the army of dragonborn in the streets, both frightened and curious about the dragons and fiery dragons in the sky.

In the voice of all things, countless people were heard whispering.

Wren stood on top of the stone tower, looking down on Dragonspine City, which would be his domain and people.

He turned around and asked, "When did you get pregnant?"

Emilys's mood had regained her calmness, and with a look of expression that you really knew, she replied truthfully: "Half a year ago. ”

"...... half a year ago"

Wren was a little surprised, it was much earlier than he had guessed. Half a year ago, when they were still in Glamorgan, when the two had just had a relationship.

She had planned it from the beginning, not an idea that she had only had at Hightock.

I still underestimated this woman's city.

At that time, she didn't know that she didn't know that she didn't have a blood soul curse, so she dared to deliberately get pregnant, obviously not to give birth to a dragonborn, but to use this child to be firmly bound to herself, so as to realize her restoration plan.

Later, after Hightock learns that she has lifted the curse, her motivation is even stronger, and she can both give birth to a dragonborn and bind her interests, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Wren snorted suddenly.

"What would you do if I hadn't lifted the Bloodsoul Curse and couldn't have born a Dragonborn with you?" he asked, staring at Emily.

Emilys looked a little panicked, and opened her mouth without explaining.

"!"

Wren cursed in his heart.

What else can be done? Of course, she can only have a Dragonborn with her cousin Weatherley! Otherwise, the Zogenburg family will not be able to regain its glory, and when her queen dies and the Dragonborn will be extinct, the dynasty will only last for a generation, and it will be destroyed again.

With Emily's character, she didn't dare to tell herself this, and she would definitely secretly make a man behind her back.

Although this incident did not happen, Wren still felt unhappy, and he was almost green.

What's more, he has clearly rejected Emily, does not want to have children for the time being, and let his offspring fall into the incestuous circle of the Zogenburg family, but Emily still goes against his will.

"I'm sorry!" Emily felt guilty, "I didn't know what you were thinking at the time, and I had no choice but to restore it. ”

Wren exhaled, he hated it the most!

Since the day of Hightock, he has been very careful when he and Emilys are intimate, and both of them are legendary transcendentals, it is difficult to reproduce, and the probability of pregnancy is much lower than that of ordinary people, thinking that it is safe to do enough, but I didn't expect to be recruited a few months ago.

"How did you do that?" Wren was puzzled.

Emilys bit her lip, "Our family has a secret method, combined with a unique dragon blood potion, which can greatly increase the success rate of pregnancy, this is to solve the difficulty of inheriting the bloodline of the dragon descendant, but each female dragon descendant can only use it once in her life." ”

"Only once?" Wren asked carefully.

"Yes. Emilys nodded slightly, "This secret method is very hurtful, it will absorb my bloodline to strengthen the offspring against the Blood Soul Curse, so it is naturally stronger than other dragonborns, and the talent is also higher, and when it grows up, it is generally the heir of the next generation." ”

The Soul Eye showed that she was not lying.

This made Wren feel a little better, and part of the reason why he didn't want to have children was because of the Blood Soul Curse.

This terrible curse is the biggest baby killer of the Allenus humans, and the newborn children are weak-willed and difficult to resist the curse, and nearly thirty percent of the children will die less than half a year after birth. People were used to tragedy, but he didn't want to go through it.

Wren carefully sensed the child in Emilys' womb.

He suddenly felt strange, she had been pregnant for half a year, and her belly had not grown much bigger, and the child's soul could not distinguish the gender.

It stands to reason that a six-month-old child should have developed sexual characteristics.

Emilys noticed his gaze, stroked her lower abdomen, and said softly, "It takes three years for a dragonborn to be conceived using a secret method to be born. ”

Wren was stunned for a moment, and his face couldn't help but be a little strange.

Three years pregnant!

Is this to give birth to a Nezha?

He carefully sensed the soul state of Emily Line, he didn't look carefully before, but now he found that she seemed normal, but her soul power had not increased in the slightest, and her physical fitness was also regressing at a very weak speed, and her strength was invisibly lost, obviously she had paid a lot to conceive this child.

"Thank you. Wren reassured.

Emilys was pleasantly surprised, which meant that Wren had accepted the existence of the child, and she had been scared for months, guessing Wren's reaction, and even preparing for the worst.

Fortunately, Wren is not the kind of ruthless man.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she couldn't help but feel a little proud in her heart, her eyes were really right, and the adventure of half a year ago was the most rewarding.

Wren guessed her thoughts, shook his head helplessly, and said instead: "What do you think about you wanting to canonize me a dukedom? If it's just for me not to hold you accountable for conceiving my child privately, then it's not necessary, lest those people under you disagree." ”

"It's not all about children. Emilys approached and whispered, "Wren, I need more support from you." ”

"What do you mean?" Wren frowned.

"Support on both fronts. Emilys regained the wisdom and demeanor of the queen, and said: "First of all, the strength of the Drogonburg family is still too weak, five thousand centaurs are not my army after all, they will eventually return to the northern grasslands, and the scale guards are not enough, relying on only two hundred of them, I am afraid that I will not be able to suppress the other principalities." ”

Wren nodded in understanding.

"Like when I first arrived at the Glamorgan Territory?"

"Yes. Emilys seemed to think of the shock she had when she first met Wren two years ago, and her eyes were full of smiles: "You needed people to rule the realm, and now in turn, I need your men to help me rule the kingdom." There are not many people who really belong to me in the army of the Dragonborn, only you and I can trust. ”

Wren was a little hesitant, "The Extreme Warband and the Spear Wing Knight are not enough, and the total number of people is less than two hundred, I'm afraid they won't be able to suppress the entire Congatro." ”

"So I need you to be Duke Augustus. ”

Emilys explained: "The name of the duke is only one of your identities, and more importantly, you are the speaker of Wezeland, and with this identity, you can justifiably bring the wizards of Wezeland and meddle in the affairs of Congartro." ”

"Then it doesn't have to be a duke, right?" Wren sensed that something was wrong, "you just need to make me a count." ”

"The Count is not enough. Emily shook her head mysteriously.

Wren didn't guess what she was thinking.

Emily looked silently in a certain direction in the sky for a while, and suddenly cast a soundproof force field, enveloping the top of the tower, standing on her heels and attaching it to Wren's ear, and said in an inaudible voice: "I want to convert to the goddess of magic." ”

Wren's eyes widened suddenly.

Emilys continued to whisper, "Not only me, but the entire Drogenburg family, all the Dragonborns, and the people of the Duchy of Drogenburg and the Duchy of Augustus, will offer their faith to the goddess of magic and become His most faithful believers. ”

After saying that, she took two steps back and looked at Wren with shining eyes.

Wren was speechless for a long time.

In the world of Erenus, changing the belief in the gods is by no means a trivial matter, and it can even be said to be a top priority, especially changing the beliefs of tens of millions of people in a large area, which is enough to alarm many gods, and if it is not handled well, it may even trigger a divine war!