Instead of breeding, Manlin Victor adopted a new litter of minions.
They have proven to be useful. "Mr. Winkle, Mr. Winkle!" Huang, the kobold with the most sensitive nose, pointed at the bushes with his paw, and the evil dragon smelled the scent of the Scorch Oven Man hiding in the bushes. "I found another one!"
Winkle roared and raised the giant ax kindly given to him by the one-eyed ogre Ogren...
Or rather, he was struggling because he couldn't keep the ax pointed in the right direction, even as he waved it with all his claws. How did the Manlings do it?
Manling ran like a rabbit out of the bushes, with only Black, the eldest of the recruits, chasing him with a spear. Vaquier followed, knocking down trees as he made his way through the woods; all the while he was trying to resist the urge to run back on all fours, as a good dragon should.
How did the Cyclops do it? Lift the ax up, then lower it.
Winkle tried it, swiping upward and a pine tree flew into the air as he struggled to aim at the escaping waiting food. "Minion!" Vai
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shouted. "Slave!"
"Yes, yes, I'm here!" Manlin Victor emerged from the woods holding a dagger and toothpick, blocking the path of the fleeing prey, forcing it to flee in the other direction.
"The ax is broken!"
"Once we have him pinned, shake him off!" Remember, you meet professional standards, but you must impress your fans with melee weapon strikes, Your Majesty! Kill him hard, or else Don’t even think about taking a new class!”
Style? Like an overriding sense of superiority? "Dear mammal," Winkle asked the dead Manling. "Do you know what the dragon calls pain?"
The kobold Red leaps out of the bushes and traps his prey, forcing him to stop running. As soon as the mammal saw Winkle's majesty, it turned its head and began to cry.
"Birth defects!"
Winkle then swiped the charred man with his axe, smashing him into a bloody crater and shattering the bones.
"Ah!" The aftershock splashed his entrails into Red's face, and the poor kobold had to take his brains out of his eyes. "There's human blood in my eyes!"
"Venquier, the best dragon!" Black and Yellow really made him happy. "Venquil, the best dragon ever!"
By impressing a group of fans with your weapon prowess and bravery, you earn a rank in the [Gladiator] class! You earn the [Arena Fighter] perk!
+30 hp, +2 st
, +1 vit, +1 ski, +1 cha, +1 lack!
[Arena Warrior]: Instantly gain intermediate proficiency with all melee weapons. ]
"Ouch," said the slave Victor. "Ouch, that joke hurt."
"A joke?" Winkle asked, the ax in his hand suddenly becoming lighter. He played with it, but he still had trouble swinging the weapon without being hindered by his claws. His hands are for catching all prey or tearing it to pieces, not for holding a bladed stick!
"Wait, does Long really think pain is a birth defect?" his chief of staff asked him.
"Ah, yes, only inferiors feel that way," Winkle replied frankly, and stood proudly. "But not as much as I feel about the new generation of gladiators!"
"Venquil, the best dragon ever!" Red added, belatedly. "Your Majesty is the greatest in the world!"
"Yes, yes, thank you," Winkle replied cheerfully, "but, Minion Victor, do I still need to use an ax to level up that class?" I thought that was unrealistic. "
"No, it's just to impress fans with your fighting ability."
Winkle gave the stick one last chance, grabbing the ax with his mouth and swinging it in that direction. "How am I supposed to laugh?" he asked, trying to strike a dominant pose, only to hit the back of the blade against a tree and almost lose his balance.
The servants exchanged glances, knowing their master's sensitivity and not daring to express their thoughts. Apparently, he should stick to dragon weapons.
He's too good at handling weapons anyway.
"Your ax stick sucks," Fankle said, spitting out the ax and landing it with a clatter in the nearby bushes. "Now, Minion Victor, I've been slaughtering these summer thugs, but [Old Money] hasn't activated your race."
"Yeah, I guess it's to prevent nobles from slaughtering their peasants for items. It should work against monsters though."
Wink glanced at the kobolds greedily, then decided that no good dragon would slaughter their minions for items. For betrayal and theft, always, but a good and loyal servant is too valuable to be thrown away casually.
The world is already full of victims.
"At least he had some standard trophies on him," Victor said as he examined the remains. "Iron dagger, and beautiful boots."
"Not good enough for my treasure," Winkle replied. Good dragons have wealth standards. "Next!"
"I don't smell anything else," Huang said, sniffing the air with his fellow kobolds. "Your Majesty captured them all!"
"Ah..." Fankel sighed in disappointment. "So there are no levels and no gold coins today?"
"We could sell his stuff," Victor suggested. "I know you don't want to be a businessman, but we don't need a career to sell these items. I could even use the proceeds to invest in better things."
"Investment?" Winkel didn't know the word.
"Yes, you gave up some gold in exchange for something else more valuable."
Fankle's brain stopped working. "Send gold."
"Your Majesty." Victor cleared his throat. "For something else more valuable."
"Give me gold," Winkle repeated, and his noble soul could not get over these words.
"Yes, but then you get more, so you're not really giving up. It's a loan in disguise."
"Give me gold." Winkel repeated the hateful words for the third time. "Manling Victor, are you okay? Are you sick? I had no idea a lack of upbringing could have such a dangerous effect on your mental health." "
The Minion finally realizes that he has gone too far in his sin. "Your Majesty is simply unimaginable."
"What kind of person would think that?" Winkle retorted, trembling even before he heard the word. "Give."
"Yes, I suddenly realized that this was too much for His Majesty."
"Master Winkel, the chief of staff just wants to help you." Huang pleaded. "Please forgive him."
“Buttkisse
Buttkisse
!" Blake taunted his companion, and Red punched both men on the shoulder. "Ouch!"
"No arguments allowed in front of the Chief of Staff!" Red said. "Remember the agreement!"
"Agreement?" Victor asked.
"Servant etiquette," Winkle clarified, then realized he had never trained his chief of staff on how to properly manage minions.
"Chief of Staff is the highest level of the minions and the highest honor that the monster lord can bestow!" Little Red explained to Victor. "It is the ultimate servant killing machine, the most ferocious enforcer of the most terrifying master! Fifty percent strength, fifty percent cunning, two hundred percent loyalty!"
"Now you're exaggerating a bit on that last point..." Manlin Victor replied with his trademark humility.
"You underestimate your importance in the food chain," Vankel cheered him up. "You are just below me in the precious hierarchy. You are above the princess!"
"It is good to hear that His Majesty thinks highly of me between him and the pretty face." The servant thanked his generous master.
"Of course, princesses are precious, but you are almost an honorary part of my treasure, Manlin Victor. If we starve to death, we will make the sacrifice and eat the minions together."
"Your Majesty, I understood your first sentence, but I couldn't understand the second sentence."
"Rareness also represents your place in the food chain," Winkle told him. "If hungry, each member of the chain can eat the person below. If you and I are hungry and have no food, we can eat minions as emergency rations."
"It's my honor to feed your majesty!" Xiao Huang said.
"Wait, wait," Victor panicked. "Does this mean you see me as a potential meal?"
"Unless we have no food or followers," Winkle assured him. "That will never happen. The world is full of dragon food."
Victor probably understands that he should focus more on recruiting from now on. He knew that his former chief of staff hired a lot of goblins after that conversation. After all, developing minion resources is a full-time, difficult job.
When it comes to subordinate management, “Lovely Pi
Where are K and Blue?" Winkle asked, a little paranoid since his last orc abandoned him in his sleep.
“I sent them to deal with the local blacksmith on my behalf,” Victor said. "I don't think the Scorchers are in Hardmore to escape the country. Or at least, it's more than that. I believe they're looking for something, so I want to be prepared."
"What? Is it a treasure?"
"I don't know...maybe?"
"It is of no use if it does not benefit my treasure. Open, explain."
Haudeme
The area is located to the south of Euskal and Rochef
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To the north of de, the city was controlled by the Crusaders but was conquered by Ishfa
ia
and surrounded by summoned demons. By burning the countryside, the Jiao army cut off the supply line between Yuska and Rocher Flanders. can you understand what I am saying?"
Because there was always so much nonsense going on, Fankel got distracted and pretended to listen politely to what his servant had to say. "Interesting," Long lied.
"Bullshit...no strategic value...Brandon Moore...scorched...blah..."
"interesting."
"Is Your Majesty really listening?"
"Interesting," Long repeated.
"Interesting." Kobold Red and his companions nodded in agreement, and then clenched his little fists. "The chief of staff entrusted us with such an important task, we cannot let him down!"
"See?" Vai
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Said: "Minions can solve all problems, as long as you raise them well. Just as my respected chief of staff expected"
"One day, I will also be the White House chief of staff," Black said.
"Me first!" Rhett and his companions butted heads, and Winkle was proud of their jockeying for position.
This would keep Victor awake. Already he had seen the seeds of fierce competition sprouting in the piercing eyes of his cherished servants. Winkel found it amusing to fear that his status would be taken away by his subordinates.
"His Majesty."
"What's the matter, Minion Victor?"
"I got a Pe
k, which allows me to learn the monster's Pe
ks, whether they teach me or I experience it myself. "
"Ah, so if I burn you to ashes, will you breathe fire too?" Winkle asked curiously. "Is this what you want?"
The Minion looked up at his beloved dragon master, a puff of smoke coming from his nostrils, and then his face turned pale. "Your Majesty, you know, on reflection, I may have been too hasty," he said. "Let's forget we ever had this conversation."
"Your loss," Winkle shrugged. Why wouldn't anyone want to breathe fire? "Maybe one day, if you can prove that you're my best chief of staff, I'll teach you the ultimate technique of breathing dragon fire. It's the perfect weapon to kill Manlin."
There, this should motivate him to work hard for Winkel's personal benefit.
"I'd rather avoid killing myself," the slave Victor declares. "If I killed a fellow human, I would meet all the criteria for a given class and potentially level up in it. I don't want to."
"Oh? Which class?" Maybe this applies to Fankle too.
"Assassin. I really wouldn't be proud of this one, even if Scorch is a fucking bastard."
"Minion, I've had enough of your kind and I'm sick of it, and I've never gotten a level in that class."
"Me neither!" Black complained.
"When have you killed someone?" Hong asked.
"in my heart……"
"You still need to meet a few criteria," Victor shrugged. "You need to be willing to kill members of your own species, which I suspect you haven't done yet."
"Okay, minion, you don't have to protect me from a weakling like you. Stick to my lesson plan and I'll take care of the food."
"Your Majesty, your generosity truly knows no bounds."
"I know," Winkle said, feeling like he was doing a lot of good. "Concerning this villain's belongings, Minion Victor, you now-"
"Your treasurer and reserves manager?"
"Never!" Winkel roared, startling Manlin, his golden eyes flashing with anger. "Don't touch my treasure!"
The kobold minions cowered behind their chief of staff, all color drained from his skin. By now, Winkle had guessed this was how the Manlin would react when reminded of the dragon's superiority.
The greatest disaster of our time has calmed down. "No, Manlin Victor. I said yesterday that sales are a job for minions, and that's exactly what you and the kobolds are going to do."
"So you want me to open a store away from the front lines?" Victor asked, more enthusiastically than Winkel expected.
"You already know the names," Winkle said, "V&V! That way we can get rid of the junk that isn't shiny enough for my stash, except for the gold and jewelry, which are shiny!"
"Your Majesty, your attempt to monopolize the value chain is really clever." The flattering Manlin Victor congratulated him.
"Also, and to encourage you, I allow you to keep one," Fankel raised a paw after attracting the full attention of the servants. "You will receive one-tenth of the profit!"
"Are we...are we going to get paid?" Huang's eyes almost filled with tears. "Pay..."
"Indeed, you are much more generous than the king himself," Victor said.
The dragon became angry at the mention of this villain. "I swear to you, Manlin Victor," Winkle declared, "V&V will never pay taxes to this criminal, ever."
"I will send the Royal Constabulary to you, Your Majesty. I am sure they will agree to the exemption."
"No money," Winkle insisted, shuddering at the words. "No investment. The glorious name of V&V cannot be associated with this madness. Also, sell the body. I hate eating Manlin all the time."
"Selling corpses, Your Majesty?"
"Don't you kind of hunt monsters, collect their bodies, and then sell their organs?" Wenke has seen many would-be "dragon slayers" - a term he internally sneered at - waving Weapons and items made by other creatures.
"Well, yes, but the monster part. Adventurers don't harvest the bodies of bandits."
"Then what do you do with them?"
Victor scratched the back of his head. "We just throw them on the ground for the animals to eat..."
"Stop giving alms, slave. Now you have to find a way to make money with this piece of waste skin."
Victor kept nodding to himself as Winkle used his claws to remove some flesh from between his fangs. Winkle wondered if he had broken his neck. "So His Majesty asked me to open a shop selling junk, monster parts, and corpses. Great. Anything else?"
"It's a lot of work, but you're my chief of staff," Winkle assured him, "and between preparing my course schedule and training the kobolds as you see fit, you'll have time."
Manlin Victor said nothing as he struggled under the weight of his duty. "Teaching kobolds lessons..."
"You don't grasp my grand vision for V&V, minion Victor. An adventurous minion who trains from eggs and works until death to complete the mission; in every one of your backward villages there are shopkeepers selling garbage and meat, They filled the chests with gold. Together they worked to build the greatest treasure ever created! A mountain of gold that would make your highest castle collapse in shame in its shining glory!”
Winkle shrank his head so that his silent servants could see the anger in his eyes.
"My treasure!"
Victor smiled strangely, and Winkel thought it was an expression of absolute joy.
