After hearing Duke's words, Zeon's heart that had been hanging in the air for a long time finally calmed down.
The Alliance was not Duque's decision, but Duque had the power to veto any external countries joining the Alliance. With Duque's green light, the rest was much easier.
Of course, for the sake of Gilniss' future, Zeon would definitely visit all the kings and leaders of the Alliance. Even if he could not get their support, he would at least get to know them.
In fact, Zeon was thinking too much. This had to do with him leaving the Alliance too early. The five years at the Dark Portal was the time when Terenas was the most aggressive in discriminating against outsiders. At that time, the Alliance was a stage for ambitious politicians to seek personal benefits for their own countries.
After Duque took over, he swept away the bureaucratic style and narrow-minded nationalism with the help of the economy and military. Through the integration of the natural resources and manpower of the entire Eastern Kingdom, he created the harmonious coexistence of the Alliance today.
Due to Duke's special method of dealing with the queens of many countries, he controlled the agriculture and trade of the entire Alliance. In fact, many of the 'suggestions' passed by the Alliance Throne without any mandatory requirements had become iron-clad laws.
Otherwise, whoever caused trouble today would find that there were no more merchants visiting them the next day. The originally cheap food, fruits, minerals, a series of daily necessities produced by light industries, and heavy industry machinery would all be greatly increased or out of stock. Punitive tariffs would also be imposed when entering or leaving the borders of other countries.
In a sense, because the Alliance in this life was more powerful, and maritime trade was more popular, Gilniss did not have to rely on the sea to replenish its food supply like in history.
Fifteen years after the Dark Portal, King Zeon even issued a [Sea Ban], forbidding people from entering within five kilometers of the sea. He also set up a large number of sentry towers …
Therefore, the food shortage was even more serious.
As for Zeon's worry about the Werewolves being discriminated against, Duque's reaction was even more interesting.
Duque shrugged, "Now the people are starting to accept the Death Knights. What are you Werewolves? As long as you don't go crazy and kill people, nothing will happen. But in order to distinguish the citizens of Gilniss from the Bloodfang Werewolves, I will give you a special symbol. Don't worry, nobody will discriminate against werewolves. "
"Really?!" Old Zeon was still in disbelief. "Then should I transform?"
"Go ahead. I'll just treat it as a show."
The old wolf king transformed. In just a second, his limbs and body grew as if they were inflated. The muscles on his arms swelled and stretched, and his round fingers became extremely sharp, giving birth to black, sharp claws. A square mouth abruptly elongated into a ferocious wolf head, full of sharp crisscrossed fangs.
Fortunately, his armor was specially made. It would expand as his body changed, so it wouldn't break.
"Wow, so scary." Duque whistled. There was no trace of fear on his face.
The old Wolf King was puzzled and depressed.
Duque smiled. "Gilness's scouts are failing. They didn't even get so much information. Change back. "
Jean could only smile foolishly and transform back.
"I'm not bragging, but the people of the Alliance have long been psychologically immune to shock."
"Ah!" Jean lost his voice.
Duque clapped his hands and pretended to call someone, but in fact, it was a voice of the soul.
Soon, an elegant female voice sounded outside the study. "Master, you called?"
"Come in."
Following Duque's call, the old Wolf King saw an elegant noble lady in a red skirt with black trim slowly walk in.
King Jean's gentlemanly behavior was acting up. "Hello, beautiful lady, I am King Jean Graiman of Gilniss. May I know your name …"
The beautiful Countess glanced at Duque and said with a smile, "You can call me by my human name, Countess Katrana."
Oh, Jean's heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, there was more.
"Of course, I prefer the dragon name you call me — Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess! That's right, I am the daughter of Nethario, the Deathwing who demolished Lordaeron back then. "
The old Wolf King's expression was very interesting. His heart was about to fly out of his chest, and his mouth was so wide open that it could fit a man's fist.
Very satisfied with Zeon's reaction, Onyxia, who was completely immersed in her role, revealed a smile full of melancholy, "Unfortunately, the current me has already been subdued by the great Master Duke Marcus. I have become a lowly mount, ridden by Master day and night."
After saying that, she even put on a half-kneeling posture, similar to Lin Daiyu's flower burial, and gently pointed out the window with her thumb and middle finger.
As a result, Duque slapped her butt, and she let out a small scream on the spot.
Duque lifted her skirt and ordered, "Come, show Jean your tail."
Onyxia pouted and did as she was told.
Then Jean saw a black, python-like dragon tail sticking out from under her skirt, and the meteor-hammer-like tail swung in a circle in the air.
"Okay. You can go out. "
Onyxia, who was completely possessed by the drama queen, went out with a face full of resentment, like an abandoned woman abandoned by her lover.
Duke's face was full of black lines, and he used another two minutes to briefly introduce Onyxia's history in the Alliance, leaving Jean dumbfounded.
"No. Actually, I'm just giving you an example. After I took over the Alliance, the Alliance's soldiers and civilians became quite open-minded. As long as you fight for the Alliance, for Azeroth. No matter what kind of existence you are, you should be accepted and respected. "
"Then, there will always be opponents, right?" Jean asked worriedly.
"The Alliance respects individual ideas. As long as they don't spread, start rumors, or gather people to promote narrow racist views, the Alliance doesn't care."
"What if they insist?"
Duque curled his lips. "The Alliance's frontline assault team is always short of people. Last time, there were hundreds of idiots who held up signs and shouted that the noble blood of the Blood Elves should not be tarnished by humans, but they all died fighting against evil. "
At this moment, Jean was moved.
Looking at the faint holy golden light on Duque, his eyes became moist.
What a noble leader he had in mind!
Duque was so universal, so broad-minded … Jean suddenly understood a little why Duque could control such a huge organization with so many races, nationalities, and such a complicated population composition.
"You … you are a great man! Oh, a demigod! I salute you from the bottom of my heart. It has nothing to do with status, it's purely out of my personal admiration. "With that, the Wolf King bowed deeply to Duque.
"No, no, no, I'm actually doing it for myself."
At this moment, Jean thought that Duque was just being polite and didn't take it to heart. Not long after, he realized that what Duque said was actually true.
Scum who got in the way of me starting a harem can go shit!
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