Victor had no idea what trouble he was getting into.
This was the first time in his life that he had flown outside the range of an airplane. That is, the dragon held him in its palm—for his back was too good for Victor—and he accepted the damnable request as he flew northward up the mountain toward the village of Valbin. Victor hated the experience; not only was he exposed to the cold wind, but the dragon had a tight grip on him that threatened to crush him at any moment.
Victor has been very unlucky recently, and no amount of luck attributes can change it. Dies on Earth and ends up in this fantasy world, getting into trouble with bandits trying to stay alive, barely avoiding death six times, and then being captured by a dragon on his first adventurous mission.
The world sucks!
"Your Majesty!" Victor shouted, and the two left the snow-capped mountains and came to the grassland. Under the morning sunshine, the scene of the village came to life again. "I should go alone! As soon as you come in, the guards will sound the alarm!"
The dragon would not accept it. "Minion, a king has to let his subjects see his face sometimes so they can remember who rules them. Also, I still don't believe you haven't lied to me, especially on this 'class system' thing ."
In retrospect, Victor wondered if telling a giant red dragon about it was his brightest idea.
How would he know? Every civilized person on the damn planet knows! They even have class scholars!
As expected, when they reached the village's wooden walls, Victor heard the bells ringing, and the city guard sounded the alarm when they saw the dragon. But that doesn't help. Victor had heard that a dragon could single-handedly destroy a nation, and Winkle was huge even by reptilian standards.
Several archers and wizards on the ground fired arrows and lightning bolts at the legendary beast; they bounced off Winkle's scales, and Winkle didn't even notice. "Minion, where is the town hall?" the dragon asked as it circled the village, causing the villagers to close their windows at the sight of its terrifying shadow.
"The stone building with the bell, between the clock tower and the market place, Your Majesty."
The dragon found his target and landed on its hind legs in the middle of the market, its wings flapping and its huge body blowing away most of the stalls. Human, orc, and elven traders panicked and fled screaming, most without even taking their goods.
Wink glanced at the animal-like beasts with a hungry look in his eyes, then focused on City Hall and its life-sized, closed doors. The dragon nonchalantly headbutted the entrance, breaking the wall and most of the ceiling so he could get in.
Victor finds himself standing in front of 24 heavily armed adventurers, forming a wall between the dragon and Charlene, the pretty, busty receptionist Victor hopes to take out on a date after his first adventure. The missionary committee that had caused this whole fiasco stood behind her; Victor immediately noticed the damn request between them.
A strong spearman led the adventurers, waving his spear as if to show off. "My companion!" he cried, his white teeth gleaming, and a smile flashed across his face. "Are you afraid of a flying lizard?" Well, I'm not! I'm not afraid of an oversized drake, I I’ll prove it to you right away!”
That bastard braggart, Alan... Victor can't stand him, but that smug bastard is the top adventurer in town at the age of 25. He slew many dragons and even a giant. Maybe he has a chance to kill the dragon.
With a mighty roar, Alain charged forward with his spear, his sheer courage inspiring other adventurers to follow suit.
With a look full of superiority, Winkle lazily stretched out his free hand in front of the approaching spearman and flicked his fingers.
Alan flew up and hit a stone wall with a loud, scary, funny sound. He was smashed into a puddle of blood, head and bones, like a squashed mosquito.
…They’re all screwed.
The adventurers immediately screamed in unison. They dropped their weapons and fled through windows and the staff's back door, much to Winkel's triumphant amusement. There was just poor Charlene standing behind the desk, too scared to move, with her poor colleagues probably hiding under the desk.
Finally, the dragon frees Victor, allowing him to walk again. "Minion Victor, do as you are told," the dragon ordered, and Charlene blinked when she heard him speak.
The poor guy glanced at the shattered window, realized they were too far away to escape, and cleared his throat. "Charlene," the horrified receptionist turned her gaze from the dragon to him, "I present to you King Venquill I, my new boss. Long live him."
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e?! The horror of Midgard?!" She clenched her fists in fear and anger, but Winkle was proud that people still remembered him. "You brought an ancient red dragon to our village !"Are you crazy?"
"Yes, yes, of course I have a choice in this matter." Victor said expressionlessly, pointing at the giant beast behind him.
"Slave Victor, who is this woman and why do we need her?"
"Her Majesty the Queen, she is the office manager and receptionist of this city hall." Victor explained, and cautiously motioned to Charlene to cooperate. "Charlene, please tell the angry dragon what you do"
The woman glanced up at the dragon and wisely decided to play along. She dusted off her robes and put on the professional attire she wore for every would-be adventurer, though she was still visibly shaking with fear. "I manage paperwork and requests on behalf of the Garden Adventure Society. I accept requests from clients and distribute them, awarding them to adventurers and mercenaries willing to accept them."
"Slave Victor, have Manlin Charlene find and read aloud the request leading you to my domain."
Of course, the dragon couldn't read the language, even if he could speak it. Even Victor spent months studying hard. "Your Majesty, doesn't he talk to others?" Victor asked the beast curiously.
"No, it's a Minion's job to talk to animals," Winkle replied. "Slave Victor, have Manlin Charlene read your request aloud."
"Charlene, can you..." The secretary had already grabbed a piece of paper on the blackboard behind her, obviously not in a hurry to test the dragon's patience.
The woman cleared her throat. "Louise, the Marchioness of Carabas, has generously offered a reward of a thousand gold coins for the return of her family's precious silver sword, which was last reported to be in the hands of the orcs in the Alban Mountains. There is a sword on it. pattern."
Since most of the orcs had fled the mountains years ago, Victor thought the money would be easy to make. Also, bringing the sword back would give him a chance to scout Calabasas' estate, in case something caught his eye.
Unfortunately, the locals forgot to mention the existence of dragons.
"It seems you are telling the truth, slave Victor. You will be spared. And you, Manlin Charlene, if you can tell me where I can visit the Marchioness and eat her cattle. "
"Charlene, where are you-"
"I heard," interrupted the angry receptionist. "Victor, give me your map."
The scoundrel quickly grabbed the old piece of paper hanging on his belt. Charlene took the paper from his hand, grabbed a quill, and marked a place in the southeast of Gadmane Township.
Fankel narrowed his eyes and looked at the board where Charlene accepted Louise de Carabas's request. "Minion, explain to me how it works."
"People, mostly groups of nobles, merchants, or farmers, send requests to the Adventurers' Guild, promising rewards," Victor explained. "With the end of the Century War two years ago, many of them were involved in fighting the wandering Dealing with monsters or bandits.”
Charlene said: "Decades ago, there were many generous demands and bounties to bring down His Majesty until you were declared dead."
"Oh? I have always thought that people like you have a common desire to die, just like letting your sick and wounded die gloriously in my -" Fankel's words hit him mid-sentence. Suddenly stopped. "Declared dead?"
Charlene winced as the dragon glared at her. "Twenty years ago, after crossing the mountains in Basino, a group of Balian adventurers brought back a red dragon skull and claimed that it belonged to Winkel... Since the red dragon did not appear for many years after that..."
"This, this is an insult!" The news infuriated the beast, with smoke rising from his nostrils as if Victor had attempted a robbery. "Servant, order Manlin Charlene to inform you primitive and gullible races that I, Vyonc Knight Bane, am not dead!"
"I believe that this news will spread soon after His Majesty's powerful display of force." Victor said expressionlessly, and Long was thankfully too angry to notice his sarcasm.
"They'd better do it!" Winkle calmed down and stared at the clipboard. "What kind of requests has this Manlin received?"
"Charlene, can you read a few missions to His Majesty?"
Charlene, feeling more confident in her surroundings, grabbed a piece of paper and read it aloud. "A tribe of trolls calling themselves 'Branded Bark' sacked the territory of the Count of Provence and are currently hiding in the Gevaudan forest east of his territory. If you can eliminate this pest, the Count will give you a large bounty. "
"You gain 'experience' and 'level' through this action?" Winkle asked before clarifying his true intentions. "Can I pass the level?"
"Do you know the level?" Charlene blinked, not waiting for Victor's "animal translation".
"His Majesty Winkle has obviously been promoted to the noble class." Victor told her. That's fitting for a pot-bellied parasite who lives off the gold he "taxes" from those weaker than him.
"Can dragons be upgraded in a class?" When Charlene realized the meaning of this sentence, any remaining color on her face suddenly disappeared. "Oh, in the name of the Twelve Gods, the dragon can rise to the level."
"Yes, my servant recently told me about the existence of this class system." If bright light could kill, Charlene would have killed Victor twice. "How much do you guys get paid?"
"Six thousand gold coins."
"Six thousand gold coins, just to eat trolls?"
"This is considered a difficult task, Your Majesty," Victor said. These are war trolls, brought by Prydain during the Great War, cunning and strong.
"Troll? Are you afraid of trolls?" The dragon's hissing laughter shook the walls. "You Manlins are so weak!"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Victor said deadpan, irritated by his arrogance. "Maybe you should consider being an adventurer and show us how? I'm sure you'll do a great job." "
He said this as a joke, but to his horror, the dragon seemed to take his words seriously. "Six thousand coins for a troll feast..." he muttered. “Is this the highest paid request?”
"No, Your Majesty," Victor replied. "I think it's a bounty from hunting sea monsters, right?"
Charlene suddenly nodded. "The sea monster that killed Mazarane is worth the equivalent of 64,000 emerald gold coins."
The flames of greed ignited in the dragon's eyes. "Sixty-four thousand? That's almost all of my—" He paused, probably realizing that he had said too much.
As much as all my treasures, Victor guessed. Maybe more. The thieves estimate that much of Long's collection has lost its luster over time.
Victor could almost see the gears turning on the faucet, and his mind was turning with them. This frightened him.
Oh no. Oh, please don't.
"Slave Victor, I was going to burn this village to the ground because of the crimes you people have committed against my royal family," Winkle announced. "But it dawned on me that my usual approach to collecting might be a bit outdated. It's a sin to have all this wealth slumbering without a good dragon to claim it, and if this old money allowance doesn't lie..."
Oh, God forbid, please don’t…
"I, Vink the Dragon, will gladly answer your request and solve the problem of your inferior species for your coins!"
Charlene also doubted whether Long was serious. When it turns out he is, she doesn't know what to do. "Your Majesty, Vaquil, I'm not sure dragons can be adventurers."
"Of course, I was overqualified," Winkle said proudly.
"Your Majesty, this is not-"
"I'm a dragon. I'm an adventurer now. Your voice is starting to sound like food. Minion, is this Charlene's food?"
"Charlene, are you Dragon Food?"
Charlene understood the implicit threat. She found a pile of papers under the table and placed them on the table. "I'm going to register you two as a new company of adventurers. We'll need your signatures and paperwork."
Winkle looked at the pile of papers and then at Victor, who saw the voice coming from a mile away. "The victor of the slaves."
"What is it, Your Majesty?"
"I'm officially promoting you to my Assistant Chief of Staff and Living Signature. You're expected to manage this 'paperwork' on my behalf. It's a big responsibility, but you'll do it well."
Victor guessed he wouldn't get paid for it, but he was smart enough to keep it to himself.
Congratulations! You've moved up one level in the [Monster Squire] profession by becoming a dragon's Chief Enforcer!
Victor blinked at the notification. Monster Squire? He'd never heard of that class.
+30 hp, +10 sp, +1 st
, +1 vit, +1 ski, +1 agi, +1 i
t, +1 cha, +1 lack!
You have obtained the [Monster] career privilege!
Monster Gold: You can now talk to and understand any monster, and gain a +20 Charisma bonus when interacting with them!]
Wow, he's never gotten such a huge stat boost before. This class must have incredible growth potential.
Victor glanced at the name of the adventurer company registered by Charlene and was stunned.
v and v?
"Is this a prank?" he asked loudly.
Charlene glared at him, then at the dragon, then at the destroyed ceiling, and finally at him again.
Well, maybe he deserved it. He supposed it also meant she wouldn't go out for a drink with him. gay.
"What's wrong, slave Victor?"
"Nothing, Your Majesty," Victor sighed as he completed and signed the document on his and Dragon's behalf, "Nothing."
"I really hope you go to hell, Victor," the receptionist said. "But I think you've done it."
