"That was a great meal," Winkle said to Victor. Then his faithful servant returned from the ashes of the forest of Gevaudan, his mouth covered with a scarf and a sack full on his back. Winkle could already hear the sound of his new treasure landing on his. "We'll come back one day."
Long wondered what the noble catkins would taste like if roasted. The tastes of the beasts varied, and if it was that one, it must be fat enough to satisfy Winkle's ravenous appetite.
Yesterday's feast, and the ash-filled atmosphere of the burning woods, left Winkle craving a special barbecue. It had been a long time since he'd eaten anything more varied than cows and bland cavalier manlin.
What else could he eat? Elves are vegetarians. They tasted just like the grass they loved so much, and it made him sick. The dwarves were all nice and fat, but Vankel always got drunk after eating more than three. Orcs are just snacks.
Where's the dragon? Come to think of it, Winkle has never eaten another dragon. Winkle wondered what he would taste like dipping himself in the sweet manling sauce and spices.
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No, that's cannibalism. Winkle was no savage.
"We, Your Majesty?" the slave asked his master.
"Minion, you are my official guide," Winkle said, giving his chief of staff a new promotion. He deserves it, and with his current shortage of minions, Dragon has a lot of offices to allocate. "You take care of the journey and I take care of the food. Now, what did you find?"
"A lot actually. That [old money] perk is fucking useful. No wonder the nobles live a life of luxury." The Minion opened the bag and presented Winkle's new treasure to the dragon, jewelry, rings, Necklaces, trumpets, trinkets and other sparkly things. "A [Fire Resistance Ring], a [Call of the Dragon's Horn], a [Golden Statue of Mithras], a [Necklace], a pair of [Sun Bracers], and many more that I haven't counted The gold coins are about 20,000."
Winkel was surprised by the new additions to his collection, especially the three-foot-tall gold statue of King Manling and his gold bracelet. At this rate, his reserves would double in a week.
Since nothing could withstand his flames, Fankel concluded that the café must have materialized the treasures after incineration. The more he learned about this class system, the more fascinated he became. "You sound like a professional retriever, minion," Winkle said, noting that his chief of staff had named each item, "I didn't know that."
"Thanks to my treasure-hunting eye," Victor replied. "It's a class skill that allows me to identify magic items and their value."
"What about the [Poison Reduction Resistance] skill I received yesterday?" You said I could only get one every two levels. "
"Yes, for class allowances. The allowances are divided into two categories, professional allowances and personal allowances. The first is obtained by leveling up, and the others are obtained by meeting specific criteria, such as eating too much poison. I heard This is very rare."
"Who else but the dragon can open it?" Winkle said proudly. He's just getting started. "Put these treasures together with the rest of my income. Let's go back to my treasure house, add them to it, and then we'll..." The dragon hung it there.
"Go hunting for sea monsters on Messelin Island, Your Majesty?" Victor suggested.
"Squid hunting for sixty thousand dollars, that's what I thought, slave." He salivated at the thought of eating the sea monster and getting paid for it. Maybe the creature will drop a larger treasure, like a throne or crown, that Winkle hasn't collected yet.
It's awesome to be an adventurer! Why aren't there more dragons to try?
"About this, Your Majesty," Victor cleared his throat and coughed from the ashes, "I was spared thanks to the anti-fire potion given to me by the Marchioness. What use are those rings and bracers to you? Woolen cloth?"
“They’re shiny and would look great in my collection.”
"I just want to say, your majesty, that with good equipment, I can perform my duties better. Especially since you have me searching for things in the ash-filled ruins every week. The worst case scenario is that if I fail because of Died in the line of duty, and you may retrieve your glittering treasure from my corpse.”
"What equipment?" Wankel was confused by the request. "You won't look better with a bracelet or a ring. All Manlings look the same."
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty."
"You're welcome, slave."
"Anyway, the ring can make me resist fire, the horn can help me summon a flying dragon in a critical moment, and the wrist guard can increase my strength in the sun. It's just that the trouble caused by this necklace is much greater than its value. Unless one of us worships Mithras, this little statue serves no purpose other than to look good.”
Winkle gave his servant a confused look. "Does wearing a bracelet make you stronger?"
Victor's face turned into a strange expression, as if he had said something stupid. Winkel goes one step further in connecting the dots. "Minion, are you saying that you became fire-resistant after drinking the potion?"
The servant shifted uncomfortably, as if he had something to hide. "Yes, Your Majesty, I did. For a while."
So all this time, those stupid Manlins who were trying to kill him weren't wearing anything to make themselves look less conspicuous? Could they gain more power from magic items?
"Amazing!" It wasn't that Vankle needed the potion to survive the fire, but the idea that his treasure would make him more powerful appealed to him. Winkle already imagined himself wearing a golden crown, which made his breath heat even more. "Does the wristband have power?" I'll try it right away!"
"They're life-size, so they won't fit," the Minion points out the obvious.
"Oh?" Winkle checked and found that all of his new treasures were indeed human-sized. He didn't hide his disappointment, nor the anger boiling inside him. "Why my Pe
K brought me a life-size treasure? "This is sabotage! A glitch!"
"Perhaps it's not meant to be used against dragons after all, Your Majesty."
"Yeah, it's glitches." Who creates these crappy, man-centric perks? He's going to talk to the designers.
Unable to wear the clothes himself, Winkle considered rejecting Victor's offer. This minion is as weak as any of his kind - he can't even survive fire - but so far he has been an exemplary, reliable servant. Winkle decided to keep him safe and healthy, at least until he could rebuild his entourage.
"Well, slave, I agree to lend you the clothes you can wear. No need to thank me, my generosity has no limit." Of course, Winkle hoped that his servant would thank him anyway and looked expectantly. he.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Victor replied, bowing so deeply that Winkle wondered if his hair would touch the ashes.
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"No, that was my first class, Ultra-" Victor stopped as Winkle narrowed her eyes at him.
"Can you take two classes at the same time?" Winkel understood and was suddenly very interested. "how many?"
The slave lowered his head in embarrassment and scratched the back of his head. "You can do as much as you can. But the total level limit is 100. Later you become a god and ascend to the sky. However, I don't think anyone alive today has reached level 80."
That's because no dragon has tried. "Then I, Wenquier, can reach level 100!" the evil dragon boasted enthusiastically, imagining the trophies that so many Perks could bring him, "and you, minion, will live until Ninety-nine years old!”
"That's it, Your Majesty."
Winkel asked his entourage to read maps and documents and think about what he had taught him. If he could wear magic items to become stronger, the dragon wondered what he would look like in golden armor. It's like he's carrying his treasure with him all the time. A new world of wondrous possibilities opens up to dragons.
"Your Majesty," the Minion asked after reading the newspaper, "On second thought, I think the sea monster can wait." "
"What can delay me from doubling—" Winkle stopped mid-sentence, unwilling to disclose the size of his treasure. It seemed like nothing compared to the money adventurers made, and it already made him feel ashamed, although he would never admit it publicly. "explain".
"Upon request, the Kraken disrupted maritime trade routes to the southern Bahrain commercial empire as its lair was en route. Merchants wanted it gone to facilitate trade and were rewarded with huge rewards, but if left undisturbed, the Kraken Won't bother anyone. Harsh words... not so much."
"Hot day?" Winkle had never heard of them. "Are they a kind of knight?"
"Yes and no. They were soldiers and mercenaries. After the war, they lost their jobs and became highwaymen. I have bounty notices for three of their leaders. They have endless murders, kidnappings, arson, and destruction of property. , massacres and other war crimes committed against helpless peasants.”
That's a bunch of glorious thieves. Winkel would fight them on principle, but he never did anything for free. No more... "I'm listening."
"Gustave Lamoulaye," the servant Victor read the wanted notice for the knight wearing a black horned helmet, ""Knight" level 20, "Heavy Knight" level 4, "Traitor" level 3, A total of twenty-seven levels. A man who escaped from the Gadmanian army led an army of twenty; he was imprisoned for sacking the village of Pustaniak and massacring eighty-seven villagers. Wanted. Eleanor, Duchess of Eskar, offered 5,000 gold coins for his head. It was the best of the three. Ogre Ogren's death toll reached triple digits, while Franserfus Wellman is a fallen priest who transformed himself into a demon summoner."
While Manling's concern for his smaller kind is almost touching, Winkle is concerned with only one thing: "How much?"
"Ten thousand to Ogren, because he is the strongest, and five thousand to Wieman. The official total is twenty thousand."
"Minions, twenty times equals sixty," Wankel ignored him, and then realized, "What do you mean by 'formal'?"
The Minion smiled at him, as if sharing a secret. "They are the enemies of the great and beautiful Duchess Elinor, and she will be very grateful if we get rid of them. I am sure she will give you a greater reward under the table."
"Why are you hiding under the table? Is this a magical ritual?"
"Ah, no, that's a metaphor, Your Majesty. It means she'll give us a bigger bounty that's not mentioned in the bounty."
"If she was willing to offer more, why not mention it in the request?" Winkle spotted the flaw in the Minion's logic. The dragon clearly felt that this minion was tempting him to fight these bandits, but on the other hand, Winkle still had a lot to learn.
"Because of royal taxes," Victor replied hastily. "The king takes one-tenth of the rewards provided by the Adventurer's Guild, which does not include the 5% of the guild's own fees."
Fankel almost choked. "Tenth?! That's theft! No wonder you became an outlaw, your puny race is led by a bandit!"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Manling Victor said. "So I think she might offer real rewards outside of official channels so they won't be taxed. Tax avoidance is an ancient and respected human tradition. Your Majesty is a dragon. I believe she will be like the Marquis Madam is so happy to repay you."
"A noble effort," Winkle remarked, before wondering what the duchess looked like. "Eleanor, is she a princess?"
The minion shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe."
The prospect of adding a princess to his hoard delighted the dragon almost as much as the promise of easy money. "Minion, we're going to catch a thief like you right away."
