"Are we there yet?" Winkle asked for the hundredth time as they flew past yet another fetid human village.
"No, I'm sorry," answered Manlin Victor, his eyes fixed on the map, trying to keep up with the wind. "Ogren was last seen near Haudemer, which is Pointine."
"How do you know that?" Winkle scolded his minion guide. They had flown over the land and almost reached the sea to the west; however, they had not reached their goal. "All your dirty villages look the same!"
"Oh, Your Majesty, I believe the next one is the right one."
"how could be?"
"Because of the fire, Your Majesty."
Indeed, a pillar of fire rose from the western shore. Winkle narrowed his eyes and noticed that a small city was under attack by a large group of Manlin.
Winkle approached the city and circled it from above, taking in the panoramic view of it and nearby beaches. It was larger than any village they had visited, with stone houses and a wooden stretch leading to the sea. A port welcomes a dozen floating structures, which Manlin people call ships. Many residents rushed to board their boats.
A large group of Manlins, about eighty strong, attacked the city from the north, axemen slaughtering the people like pigs and archers setting fire to the roofs of nearby buildings. Dozens of corpses littered the stone ground, while defenders used wheelbarrows as modified barricades to slow the invaders' advance.
A fifteen-foot-tall monstrous Cyclops led the attackers, wielding a massive two-handed axe, cutting soldiers in half with each blow. Arrows and spears ricocheted off his thick green skin, and he was throwing carts away with every step he took.
They didn't stop to marvel at his arrival, which made Winkle angry, and he let out a huge roar from above, and sure enough it worked. Everyone looked up at him, looking at his crimson majesty, and the color drained from their faces.
"Dragon!" a defender yelled from the ground. "Ogren has a dragon!"
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"It's the attacker, Your Majesty."
Winkle came down the street below, and those who saw him fled; but not fast enough. His landing blew away nearby houses and crushed six latecomers.
Only the Cyclops did not run away, glaring at his man with one eye. "Cowards! Dragons are not to be feared!" he shouted to them.
"Of course not, they're amazing," Winkle replied, releasing his minions. The defenders cowered behind the barricades, not knowing how to respond to the turn of events. "Which of you is Ogren the Ogre?"
The streets trembled as the Cyclops struck the ground with his axe, breaking the stones into pieces. "I!"
Winkle looked at Cyclops and laughed, and Cyclops glared at him. "No, seriously, which one of you is Ogren?"
"Your Majesty, I am Ogren."
Minions, this is a cyclops, not an ogre. Ogres have two eyes. "
"Yeah, I know, but that's Ogren the Ogre. I've seen posters of him."
"You're absolutely right," the one-eyed ogre said in frustration. "There is no other Ogren! I came to this country to fight for Gardmagnar! I bled dry, and the king gave me not gold, but a barren farm! Ogren was not a farmer, He's a warrior! Orgren won't give up until—"
At this point, Fankle zoned out, too confused by the paradox of the eyes. All he could notice were isolated murmurs of, "Ogren, Ogren, Ogren, pirate!" Wait, get out of the country! Og
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"That's why Ogren flies these ships!"
"Minion, if he is a Cyclops instead of an ogre, why do you call him Ogren Ogren?" Vink ignored the one-eyed ogre. "This doesn't make sense!"
"Ogren is called Ogren the Ogre because... Cyclops growled lowly, swinging his ax impatiently and showing his bleeding teeth. "Ogren eats people. "
"You too?" Winkle looked at the Cyclops in a new light. He has just enough fat around his horns and enough meat...
The Cyclops roared, raised his ax and swung it at Winkle. "you die--"
Chomp!
Winkle took a bit from the giant's upper body and swallowed a third of the body in one go. His mouth was full of blood and he was too hungry to care. Everyone looked at Winkle as he digested the Cyclops' eyes and head, and for some reason the Manlin paled.
"Minion, I'm like a little pig!" Winkle chewed the giant's meat and found that the taste was so sweet that he couldn't stop after one bite. "Hello store! I want to wash more!"
"How about some human bandit snacks to go with the flavor?" Manlin Victor suggested, pointing at the Cyclops' pale follower.
They looked a little sicker now, but Winkle moved to his mouth to get a closer whiff of their scent. At least one of the archers soiled himself, and the dragon grimaced. When the robbers saw him approaching, they panicked and ran away screaming.
Winkle wonders if he should chase them, and then decides he would rather eat the remaining Cyclops than run away. Absently he grabbed a chunk of the house's stone wall and threw it at the fleeing Manlins, crushing many of them like insects. After that, the others picked up speed and Winkle went back to eating.
He took two more bites of what was left of the one-eyed ogre and burped.
You have risen one level in [Noblesse]! You have won the class benefit: [Snobbery]!
+1st
, +1 vit, +1 cha, +1 luck!
[Snobbery]: Your attacks deal 5% more damage to non-noble targets, and you take 5% less damage from non-noble attackers.
"Minions, I've upgraded!"
"Honey, how many attributes did you win?"
"Four, minion," Fankle replied proudly, then realized he had no idea what that meant. "Minions, where did the attribute values go?"
"You can say 'Me' out loud
u' to view your courses and statistics. "
"Really?"
"Didn't Your Majesty notice?"
…
"Of course I noticed." Vaikl did not hurt the servant's feelings. "I always notice. I was just testing your knowledge. You passed."
"What an honor." The slave replied gratefully.
"Menu!" said Vankel, and the words made him hungrier than an ogre. A series of words appeared in front of him out of nowhere.
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Level: 3 (noble level 3)
Type: Dragon
Square: v and v
Health Point 5315
Special cent 1290
Strength 95
Vitality 88
Skill 11
Agility 39
Intelligence 9
Charm 71
Luck 39
personal benefits benefits
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Fire Immunity Snobbery
red dragon life force
Dragon's Arrogance
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There was silence, and Winkel realized that Manling's defenders were looking at him with open eyes.
"Minions, the atmosphere is too heavy," Long said. "Sing my praises and make it happy."
Manling immediately raised her fist. "Venquel, the best dragon!" He turned to the silent men behind the barricade, raised his other hand to encourage them and said, "Vaikr, the best dragon!"
"Winkle, the best dragon!" said a man who smelled like urine. Eventually, other Manlins joined in.
"Winkle, the best dragon!" "Winkle, the best dragon!" "Venquel, the best dragon!"
much better. "Thank you, thank you, I deserve this." Winkel said, licking the blood on his lips. "I, Vaquier, am the adventurer who has come to rescue you!" Do you see the plate? Do you see the lead plate? Now bring your cattle!"
They only fed him a cow and two pigs, which disappointed Winkle a little, but he fed the Cyclops without complaining.
Fankels build their nests on the beaches next to the city, resting on the warm sand and digesting their food. Even as he saved the city, he noticed that quite a few ships were desperate to leave it, fleeing as far away as possible. The dragon ignored them, playing with the power of this "menu".
"Menu," he said, and the words appeared, and then he said them again. "menu". The words are missing. He did it again and found the process oddly addictive.
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Notice that the Minions have returned with two other dwarfs, one a female - not a princess - and the other a male. The former is an adult with large breasts, long blond hair, and wearing strange clothes that Manlin people call a "skirt"; the other is an old and frail man with a gray beard and a hat. Hat, otherwise plain looking.
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"Your Majesty," said the slave Victor. "This is Mayor Haudemer, Miss Lynette, the innkeeper, and Henry Bright, the top student in the village. I briefed them on your career options."
"Your Majesty Wankel, on behalf of Houdemer," the maid bowed deeply and said, "To thank you for saving this city, please allow me to grant you the city's highest honor, the key -"
"Where's my money?" Winkle interrupted.
"It's already done, Your Majesty," Victor replied, and the woman was rendered speechless by the blunt accusation. "The local town hall reported your actions to the Duchess, who will soon send someone to deliver the reward."
The mayor coughed. "Please allow me to let you stay at my inn for a week, completely free of charge. It is an honor to have you by our side."
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"Lava..." The woman frowned. "No, Your Majesty, no, we don't have a lava bath."
Don't have lava baths as basic accommodation? They are indeed backward farmers. "I'd love to sleep on your hot beach, but my subordinates may not have my quality standards."
The woman made a strange expression, and the servant echoed: "Of course not, Your Majesty. I will definitely enjoy a warm bed."
Winkle ignored the incident and focused on the class scholar who began to speak. "Great Venquer, your friend Victor told me that His Majesty needs some advice on the hierarchy-"
"Your Majesty, capital M." Wacker corrected him. "Also, what is a friend? Some kind of servant?"
Henry blinked. "How could you...does your majesty have (super-sensory) skills?"
Winkle looked at the menu and noticed it was one of his "personal perks." "Ah, yes, I do. How did you know?"
"This is a type of Pe that is common in highly sensitive species
k, such as beasts. "
“Henry is a leading expert on our city, advising us on how to grow our businesses, statistics and benefits,” Ly
ette told the dragon. "Though I didn't know dragons could get it."
"Me too!" Henry exclaimed: "This is a new discovery! I can't wait to discuss this matter with His Majesty!"
"Me too." Wacker nodded. “Now, what exactly is this system?”
He
"It's a powerful supernatural system that was unlocked by god Dice during his first spree, when it was a sentient dice artifact," y explained. "Class represents powerful characters, and when we It gives us tremendous power when we harness it.”
"Are you sure it wasn't created by a dragon?" Winkle pointed out the glaring flaw in his logic.
"Your Majesty, historical research shows that the class system arose with Dice, and he is the first recorded example of an intelligent being gaining a rank within a class. Even though Dice never claimed to have created it, there is evidence that it Activate it first.”
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"Well, yes, maybe, but that goes against every study we've ever done, across all species combined."
"So this is a system that dragons created to make it stronger and richer, I get it," Winkle said, and subordinate Victor put his hands on his face for some reason. "Now, Manly Henry, I want to get more grades at Noble."
"Are you sure?" Manling sounded confused. "Aristocrats are either hit-and-miss or situational, like [Aristotle's Dahl], which helps determine true and false aristocrats. , or something strong, like [a stipend], which gives money every month.”
"Free money?" Winkel raised his head. This sudden gesture surprised the three Manlins: "When?!"
"The noble ninth level!" the scholar said cringingly.
"And what? I get the cube at 11? Tell me!"
"None of the other benefits of the nobility add to the pecuniary gain," Henry continued, trembling under the dragon's gaze, before hastily adding. "But there are also really nice extras, like (perks) that allow you to ignore one attack per day."
"Why do I need it? I'm already ignoring your attacks!"
"That's true," said the slave.
“What else could make me richer?”
"Businessman," Victor said with a smile. "Or banker."
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"Artisan occupations tend to have better material rewards than other occupations," Henry said. "But maybe it would be better if I started from scratch, okay?"
Winkle sighed. He was tired of this professorial tone. "continue……"
Courses are divided into five categories. Warriors, best at direct combat and warfare; spellcasters who gain powerful magical abilities; rogues, who focus on skill and social welfare; craftsmen who create props or enhance existing effects; and rare monster professions, which can only be obtained through monster trading. If His Majesty wants to become richer, an artisan profession like Alchemist or Merchant would indeed be better. "
"A dragon can't open a shop," Vacker replied proudly. "What else? How many classes can I take?"
"As much as possible, although one cannot exceed level 100, everything is combined. When one reaches level 100, he will be upgraded to the god profession and become a true god, but will no longer be able to develop further. In addition, The higher your overall level, the harder it is to get new levels, even if a career has low entry requirements. You will need a greater challenge to reach the next level. I see my career screen buffs and you have three levels of nobles, so you might be promoted to ninth level quickly with a good training regiment."
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"The Scorchers were under pressure from the Knights of the Light Crusade, bounty-seeking adventurers, and the King's men," said ette. "Ogren's forces attacked us, allowing us to board ships and flee the country, while Haudemer's The defenses are weaker than other ports. That means they may come back."
"Nice, free experience," Winkle replied. "That way I don't have to burn fat chasing them."
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interjected. "Ever heard of that?" It might come in handy. "
"Monster Squire?" Henry frowned. "No, I've never heard of this class. What are the perks of it?"
"Monster King, this makes monsters and I good friends."
"This could be a monster class," Henry said. "Monster classes are usually only obtained by dealing with clever monsters or demons. Somehow, your promotion meets the class's entry requirements. Magical."
"Yes, yes, all my servants appreciate my talent." Winkle said impatiently. “Now, what lesson is going to make me rich the dragon’s good way?”
Henry frowned, thinking. He finally said: "For an unpromoted class, the gambler's status growth is good and balanced." "HP C, special points C, strength D, vitality D, skill A, agility C, intelligence A, charisma B , and finally, Luck S. A versatile player with a heavy emphasis on luck, and some useful perks for harvesting gold.”
"What nonsense is this?" Winkle began to feel a headache. "U
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"Each time His Majesty advances a level in a profession, your attributes have the opportunity to increase according to the attribute increases of that profession," the order continued. "D is a 1 in 4 chance, C is a 1 in 2 chance, B is a 3 out of 4 chance, and a, you always win by one point." S means you always get 2 points instead of 1, and E means You never get anything. You can only take the advancement class if you've reached a sufficient level in another class, so punters open the way to—"
Boring! "Slave Victor, you are now my official class manager," said Winkle, who couldn't take it anymore, "This is a very important job, the most important job you will ever get. You handle it yourself."
"Me? Victor frowned. "Your Majesty, don't you want to know everything about this system for yourself?"
"I, as a dragon, have too much to do to learn every detail...that's why we dragons hire servants to do it."
Lynette and Henry exchanged glances, and Winkle grew weary of their presence. "Leave," he said, lying down on the beach to rest. "Minion, stay a little longer."
The two monkeys hurried away, leaving the dragon alone with his favorite spectator. "Businessman," Fankle complained. "I'm not paid enough, slave."
"What? But everything went well! The slave tried to cheer him up, "Free accommodation, Your Majesty!" I even received an anonymous letter from an admirer! There are so many single maids in the city, maybe I have a chance."
Looking at Winkel's confused look, the man sighed. "Want to sleep with someone, Your Majesty."
"Changed?" After some careful consideration, Winkel guessed the meaning. "Ah, ah, you want to breed! Put your eggs in a female manlin!"
The Minion said nothing, then stared at him with a strange, empty look. "You have to say that," he complained. "Your Majesty's choice of words ruined my mood."
"No, no, slave, the problem lies elsewhere," Vankel corrected him, "You will never succeed unless you take a shower."
"Would you like to take a bath, Your Majesty?"
"Minion, I was trying not to hurt your feelings in front of your fellow monkeys, but you stink like beetle dung! You will never breed with that smell!" Manlin Victor was mortified. The ground lowered his head, and his master decided to cheer him up. "Minion, I swear to you, as your master, I will do my best to ensure that you reproduce and your race will last forever. "
The minion's head popped up so fast that Wankel thought he was going to break his neck. "Wait, what, really?"
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His logic is explained in detail. "If you breed well and your females lay eggs before winter, then by next summer I'll have a new tribe of minions. No more orcs, all manlin. If you need me, I I can even let you use my hole as a nest.”
"We humans don't look like...wait, goblins lay eggs?"
"Always." Wacker nodded. "Manlin, I, Vaikl, for your own good, order you to take a good bath. These farmers don't have lava baths, but there is the sea next to us."
"I would like a hot bath in the hotel, Your Majesty."
"Then go and breed and stop sinning!"
