Chapter 621: The Eldest Son Has Grown Up, And Many Nobles Are Vying For Marriage.

He is different from other dwarves who are reckless and reckless.

Lance, among the Heraths, is very humble in his dealings with others.

He is even a well-read senior scholar with considerable knowledge.

In the territory, he is also a very popular old man.

But after all, Lance is a dwarf, if he is appointed as the territorial interior minister.

It is bound to be questioned by some subjects and other nobles.

After all, in the eyes of many humans, dwarves are just a group of vulgar and savage creatures.

This is also what Heras is worried about. He feels that Rennes, as a lord, is worried.

No matter what, they would not agree to let Lance serve as the territorial interior minister.

What Herath didn't expect was that Rennes just heard him say Lance's name.

Before he could come to his senses, it was like waking up from a big dream.

He slammed the table and said with a laugh.

"Hahahaha, yes, how could I forget Mr. Lance!

Mr. Heras, thank you for reminding me, otherwise I would have almost forgotten about Mr. Lance. "

Obviously, Rennes is very satisfied with the candidates proposed by Heras.

Looking at the other people present, they also laughed.

Only Blacksmith House stood up with a dissatisfied look and retorted.

"Lord, I don't think it is a good idea to choose a vulgar and savage dwarf to serve as our interior minister!"

As his words fell, everyone present became embarrassed.

But Rennes didn't get angry, he just smiled very peacefully.

Then he looked at House and asked calmly.

"Since you think Lance is not suitable, I want to ask you, House.

Who do you think is suitable for the position of Home Secretary?"

When House was asked this question by Rennes, it was as if he had been gagged. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't come up with an answer.

Apparently, House simply didn't have any suitable candidates.

It was simply because of his prejudice against the dwarves that he didn't want the dwarves he had always looked down on to be his superiors.

Seeing this, Rennes snorted coldly and said with a cold expression: "House, I know what you are thinking in your heart, but this is my territory, Rennes, and you are also my subject.

"If you think Lance is not qualified for the post of Interior Minister, then you find someone who you think is qualified!

Rather than just blindly opposing it because of some small thoughts!"

"I don't want discrimination to happen in my territory. This is the first and last time, you understand!"

Rennes' words were like thunder, resounding in House's ears.

House was so frightened that he couldn't help but tremble, and he nodded frantically like sifting chaff.

"I understand, I understand, Lord Lord!"

In this way, Rennes immediately officially appointed the dwarf Lance as the interior minister of the territory.

Lance did not disappoint Rennes and quickly implemented Rennes' ideas as soon as he took office.

Established a set of rules and guidelines applicable to the Rennes territory, and helped Keto select two hundred people to form a guard.

Gradually, Fuen's territory was officially on the right track.

It began to grow rapidly under the huge profits brought by brewing.

It has become one of the few fertile territories in the Changhe region.

Time flies so fast, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Rennes' territory now has tens of thousands of subjects, and the entire territory is located in the valley.

It has long been transformed into a town based on the valley. The town is surrounded by neatly planned wheat fields.

The faces of every citizen in the fields were filled with smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

Everything is so orderly, peaceful and peaceful.

On the streets of the town, some citizens passed by from time to time, all with smiles on their faces.

The streets were also decorated with lanterns and streamers, creating a very peaceful scene.

Located in a castle in the middle of town.

The Rennes family gathered together, and the senior officials of the territory also gathered together.

Celebrating the birthday of Rennes' eldest son Ares together.

Rennes looked kindly at his eldest son who had grown to be as tall as himself, and smiled with emotion.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the little boy back then has grown up.

The six wives of Rennes and all of Rennes's children were also happy for Ares.

Senior officials from the territory and the Demonic Mercenary Group also sent gifts to Ares.

"Ares, congratulations, you are an adult from today on."

Looking at his eldest son, Rennes recalled the scene when his eldest son was just born.

At that time, Rennes was just an unknown civilian.

With the system's novice gift package, I came to Magic Stone City and established a firm foothold.

But so many years have passed, and now Rennes has become a viscount.

He has tens of thousands of subjects, millions of gold coins in assets, and a powerful demon mercenary group.

And Ares, who is already sixteen years old [although the bug is rated bronze.

But now he has become a Middle Level potion master.

He has become an official peak magician!

Rennes is very pleased with the growth of Ares.

Looking at his father whose appearance had not changed at all, Ares lowered his head respectfully.

"Father, I will not let you down, I will work harder and become a better version of myself.

Rennes smiled with satisfaction at Ares's lack of arrogance and impatience, stepped forward and patted his eldest son on the shoulder.

Soon, the adult ceremony was held for Ares.

Countless nobles from Magic Stone City and Greystone City rushed to Rennes' territory with their daughters or sisters.

I want to get closer to Viscount Rennes and get married.

These swarming nobles gave Rennes a headache.

Late at night, in the study room of the castle.

Rennes sat at his desk, looking at the store that had been stacked up like a hill.

I couldn't help scratching my head with a headache.

Rao has now reached the pinnacle of the Great Demon mage by relying on system rewards.

When facing these nobles, they were constantly touting their daughters and sisters to Rennes as if they were selling products, and they were a little helpless.

Just when Rennes was thinking about which noble's daughter he should agree to marry his eldest son.

The door to the study room was pushed open, and Nillian walked in.

Looking at Rennes with a bitter look on his face, sitting at the desk and rubbing his head.

Nillian couldn't help but walked forward with some distress and rubbed Rennes' shoulders.

"Sir, don't worry, Ares has grown up, let him choose his own wife!"

"As parents, we can't always make choices for him.