Chapter 1: The New Duke

Isaac received the finely crafted ring from Cardinal Grizzly Heights, a symbol of power, set with a full Ferren gold diamond, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his lips. The pen, the fun, and the www.biquge.info didn't care about making a solemn and resolute declaration like the actors who received the Academy Award, holding his right hand with a ring and the dragon skin scroll with the royal seals of the three kings of the Northern Kingdom.

“...... As the Kacher region is no longer a deserted terra nullius, I would like to commemorate this day as the Principality of Kacher, and thank you for your ......."

The ceremony brought together many nobles and merchants from the three northern kingdoms, and even the Mage Guild of Winterhold sent a scepter mage with a Kevlar medallion to watch the ceremony. Then there was a gathering of the nobility in the middle of the night, and of course alcohol, sex, and all kinds of secret transactions were always indispensable elements of the party.

The northern kingdom is a poor place in the entire Faeron continent, and those southern barbarians always look at the hillbillies on these ice fields with colored eyes, if it weren't for the reluctance of several major empires in the south to send troops to conquer these ghost places with no resources, the northern three kingdoms would have been bulldozed long ago. Therefore, even the ascension of a new duke did not make any big waves in the land of Faerun, and all the upper nobles would have such a consciousness in their heads: a duke from a poor place? Hmph, countryman!

Moreover, the Kacher region is not vast, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as poor. Viewed from above, Kacher looks like an earthworm curled between three behemoths, crookedly stuck between Icecrown and the Brent River, an area that was part of the Grizzly Heights of the Brent Kingdom a hundred years ago, but the war of secession caused the Brent Kingdom to be torn apart, three new kingdoms were born, and Katcher became a military buffer zone for the three kingdoms.

This hellish place is surrounded by mountains, endless coniferous forests stretch from the mouth of the Brent River to the fortress of Xueya, cold and wet, continuous snow from beginning to end of the year, the difference is only a matter of big and small, except for forestry, there is basically no commercial value to be developed, if it were not for the fact that there is a small road connecting three countries in the middle, it seems that all people will selectively forget here.

From the Grizzly Castle in the Brent Kingdom to the New Nuren of the Winter Moon Empire, from the New Nuren to the Iron Axe Fortress of the Charleson Kingdom, the three-way region of Carcher has become an underground smuggling gold road in the past hundred years, and the thriving black market has brought huge income to the indigenous people of this area, but they have to endure the chaos that ensues, after all, black eating black things have become common in this area.

With the acquiescence of the higher-ups, a hundred years passed in a hurry, until a year ago, one year, three months and sixteen days to be exact, a young man named Isaac Bronid came to the area and caused a storm of blood, and in the eyes of all the Cacher people this young man was always so "gentle and amiable", and he had the power to make all the merchants and villains who passed through the Kacher a man with their tails between their legs.

"Because no one wants to fight a monster with a bunch of dragonborns. Isaac leaned back in the soft chair by the fireplace, raised his head, and stared at the middle-aged lady in front of him, "No, Mrs. Lines." ”

"We are not enemies, Duke Isaac, you should understand the situation of our Lines family, in the eyes of most people we are out-and-out losers, the ones who have been expelled from the Faeron Center, but we can't go on like this, otherwise, the whole family will fall into an irreparable situation. Mrs. Lines frowned slightly, and she understood very well what a difficult person to speak to the young man in front of her, who was not yet twenty years old.

The Duke raised his hand and motioned for the maid standing beside Mrs. Lines to pour her a glass of authentic truffle, watching Mrs. Lines's red lips come into contact with the crystal wine glass, the pale yellow liquid slowly flowed from the bottom of the glass to the touching softness, the unique smell of alcohol and truffles mixed together from the tip of the nose and taste buds to the heart and lungs, and then a warm feeling like a stream filled the whole body, which made this third-generation stalwth of the broken heart for the family very enjoyable.

"How's it going, ma'am?"

"Quite good, thank you, Lord Duke, but it is necessary to say more......"

Isaac interrupted Mrs. Lines a little unreasonably, and said in a faint manner: "The life or death of the Lines family has nothing to do with me personally, and I don't need to set this precedent for the family behind you, I just guarantee that you will not be attacked by anyone in the territory of the Principality of Cacher, because in my territory you must abide by the rules I have set, no one must violate them, you should know what will happen to those who go against me in the end." However, it is important to note that the 30 per cent transit tax and the 10-day detention period cannot be changed. ”

"We only need half a month, Lord Duke! Just add five days to the original one, and we will pay the price of ten thousand gold coins to buy these five days! Please be sure to help!" Mrs. Lines spoke quickly, it seemed that the current crisis had reached the point where she had to hand over the old bottom, and the preparations made by the family council for negotiations before coming were completely useless at this moment, and for a guy who didn't eat oil and salt, any words were so weak.

Isaac raised his eyebrows, it was really surprising, a third-rate broken baron actually had a deposit of 10,000 gold coins, and the nobles who fled from the Southern Empire were indeed very confident, you know, the purchasing power of 10,000 gold coins in the Northern Kingdom was equivalent to 100,000 tons of grain, which was the average monthly consumption of an entire country!

"Then you can go, ma'am, 10,000 gold coins may seem like a lot to others, but compared to my rules, it is still a little less. With that, Isaac picked up his glass and took a slow sip of truffle wine, and the maid duly spread out a heavy book centered on a bookmark and placed it lightly in Isaac's hand.

Mrs. Lines glanced at Isaac and looked at the book with relish, clenched her fists, her slender fingertips seemed to be inserted into the palms of her hands, and the pain made the anger on her face not diminished at all, although she had a request, but after all, as a nobleman, the good cultivation she had been educated from childhood did not allow her to get angry, and she couldn't even yell, because she knew that it didn't help her.

Mrs. Lines seemed to give up, stood up, turned and walked out of the door, Isaac kept staring at the woman's back from the corner of her eyes, her long golden hair trembled slightly with her steps, her waist was slender, the fat bulge of the buttocks made the whole figure more and more charming, the straight long legs were white and pink, more than a meter by sight, and the high-heeled leather boots that had recently become crazy among the nobles of the mainland made the already delicate calves and stomachs even more perfect, until she took the fur mopping jacket from the hanger and draped it over her shoulders, tied a bow in front of her plump breasts, stepped down the steps, and disappeared into the reception room, Isaac showed a meaningful smile, what a charming woman like a fairy......

"Fran, what do you think of this woman, more beautiful than the priests from the Gallic diocese last time?" Isaac threw the book aside, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the dense taiga in the distance and the falling snowflakes and snorted at the glass like a child, and then drew ugly abstract paintings on the window with his index finger.

The maids quickly retreated, and closed the door with them. A figure came out of the void, it was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a white floor-length dress, lace trim, wearing a finely crafted blue bow on the top of her head, brown hair and blue eyes, not much different from those cute princesses on TV, but the only thing that made people a little uncomfortable was that her two hands with outstretched sleeves had no flesh and skin at all, only Sensen's white bones.

Fran tilted her head and smiled, "Master, Mrs. Lanes's white and delicate skin is rare in the Northland, and I seem to be missing two lampshades, so it should be beautiful to install." ”

"Oh, but she may disappoint you, but she's an important part of my plan. Isaac touched Fran's delicate head with some doting, put his nose close to her long hair, smelled the faint fragrance, and closed his eyes and kissed her smooth forehead very intoxicated.

"Hmm...... Forget it, the master's affairs are the most important...... Good...... It's so itchy...... "Fran is like a tired kitten, comfortably and quietly curled up in Isaac's arms, she likes this feeling very much, the feeling of being cared for and cared for by her owner, it is really addictive like a poison/product, although only the neck and above have regained consciousness, but at least this can feel that way, right?

At this time, Isaac finally waited for the electronic message-like words that popped up in front of him:

Fran Rivendell (Golden Rare)

Quality: Legendary

Loyalty: ∞ (Soulbind)

Status: Injured (Corroded Seal)

Race: Undead (-10 Holy Resistance)

Traits: Immortal: The long river of time is meaningless to her, life is ∞, Shadow Affinity: A terrifying species born from negative energy, Shadow Resistance +10, Shadow Spell Damage +5, Shake S: Crazy destruction of flesh brings her full pleasure, torture +7, Plague Reconciliation: As a sick and dead, you have the ability to control all kinds of plagues and diseases;

Skills: Shadow Mastery: Can release shadow spells below the level of Legend (inclusive);Plague Aura: After activating, the enemy within a radius of 100 meters will be checked for disease every second, and if it fails, it will be randomly or specified to be infected with a certain disease;Summoning the undead: Dominated by the undead below the high level, the number is Shadow Spell Damage X100;Nightmare Executioner: Proficient in various physical or mental aspects of criminal law, torture +10.

Unique Trait: Her Heart (Repaired): A broken heart that needs warm care and ∞ loyalty.

Fran is a loyal family member who has been by his side since the Worm of Hell since the sacrifice of Isaac, and as a monarch of hell, Isaac has not done well before, because he lacks the greatest characteristic of a devil king. Fraud, he is the only one of the ten Hell Monarchs who grew up from the abyssal blood battle, and is not known for his intelligence, when he was pitted by other Devil Monarchs into the ambush circle of the Seven Great Sons and the Holy Light Pope, the consequences were obvious, the poor guy completely fell in the third battle of Ragnarok, lost all his divine power and godhead, and returned to the depths of hell. But fate is always inscrutable, it may be that a certain being accidentally tore open another dimension, a human soul who was hit by a car and died was combined with him, and then the vicious drug/trafficker was scourged to another world......