That disloyal slave!
"You ungrateful traitor!" Winkle scolded the minion Victor in front of the frightened kobolds, and his voice made him fall to the beach. "You, you...you. Little goblin, how could you do this to me?!"
"I swear, Your Majesty, things are not what you see!"
"That's what it looks like!" Vai
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replied. "I'll turn my back on you for five minutes, and in five minutes, you'll cheat on another dragon!" And it's a flying dragon!"
A horse-sized wyvern with glossy black scales and gleaming ruby eyes that would lead any servant astray - and indeed it did - stood next to Victor. From the pony to Vankel's Pegasus, it's all good looks and nothing more. The flying dragon is as groggy as an ox and can't even breathe fire!
Winkle caught his servant on the back of the shameless animal and stroked the scales behind its horns. He felt sick just thinking about it.
To make matters worse, the minion also came with an iron necklace that was custom-made to fit around the flying mouse's neck! This minion was meant to replace Winkle and then dress her up!
Of course, the treacherous minion tries to play dumb, "I'm just testing [Pterodactyl Horn Summoning], I swear!"
Fankel was too angry to care about him, "You fool, she is just some beautiful scales! What, she let you ride on her back? Is it worth it?"
"Your Majesty, I don't-"
"No, Your Majesty, you maggot!" I have spent my whole life being the best dragon tamer for you, and this is how you repay my kindness? I thought we had promised a special, satisfying master-servant relationship. !”
"I swear, it's not what you think," the minion Victor repeated, even though Vaquier caught him red-handed. The Eagle Winged Dragon looked at Winkle with a silent, smug look.
If it weren't for cannibalism, Fankel would have eaten that filthy guy long ago.
"I gave you custody of the first batch of minions, and you were disloyal to me!" Fankle pointed his paw at their kobolds. "I will promote you!"
"Master, Chief, please stop fighting," the lovely Pink shouted.
"Your Majesty, I really, really don't like the wording of this conversation." Victor mustered up the courage to stand up and brush the sand off his cloak. "I crawled on her back just once!"
"I know your species has a shameful fascination with riding dragons, but climbing on my back is a very special privilege. You know I could never give it to you, minion. But it doesn't matter. What matters Winkle Emphasis on the word, "You are a dirty, shameless chase master who wants to replace me with a flying dragon!"
"Wait, no, of course not!" I swear, this is part of a conspiracy to trick Jiao Ren and make you richer!"
"What about this necklace?!"
"This is not a necklace, it's a ring! For you!"
Fankel was stunned. "Really?" he asked, his greed getting the better of him. Indeed, the necklace did look like the ring he had often seen on the princess's finger...
"I hope I don't regret it, but..." Victor sighed. "It's a dragon-sized invisibility ring. Just say "blink" while wearing it and you'll become invisible. Remember when I sent the kobolds on errands? I had the local blacksmith make the ring and he was happy to protect You, so you didn’t ask for money.”
His first dragon-sized magic item?
No, wait, that was a little trick to get him back! "Why should I be invisible when I look perfect?"
"Your Majesty, this is a tactic to deal with the Scorched Army," the slave replied, "so that you can take them by surprise."
ah. "Like kidnapping a princess in a surprise attack in front of a knight?" asked Winkle, who knew this timeless tactic.
"Like a princess and a knight," Victor replied in his usual strange and pitiful tone.
Finally, it all made sense, much to Winkel's satisfaction. "I can't believe I ever doubted my chief of staff's loyalty to me. Why did you make me doubt you? I want to eat you up." Winkel complained that his boss had mishandled the matter. "I forgive you for your misunderstanding."
"I am forever indebted to His Majesty."
"Of course, since you're mine," Winkle said, stating the obvious. "Now, before I change my mind, give me the ring."
In this way, under the evening sun, Winkle accepted the slave's gift of reconciliation. Manlin Victor put the ring on the ring finger of the owner's left hand. The minions clapped happily, while the flying dragon hid in the corner and sulked.
His first magic item!
Congratulations! In order to reconcile with your trusted vassal and strengthen your relationship, you gained two ranks in [Noblesse]! You gained the [Noble Obligation] perk!
+60 hp, +10 sp, +1 st
, +1 ski, +1 agi, +2 i
t, +1 cha, +2 lack!
[Noblesse Obligation]: As you defend your subjects from outsiders, all of your statistics receive a temporary boost.
"Your Majesty only needs to blink, and then—"
"Blink!" Winkle's scales became transparent. "I can't see myself."
"Yes, Your Majesty, you have become invisible." Victor said, and the kobold stroked the flying dragon behind him.
"Yes, but it's one thing to imagine a world without me and another to 'see it with your own eyes,'" Winkle complained. After all, he denies everyone the pleasure of watching him. "Hey, slave, when can I get my allowance?"
"Soon, Your Majesty, soon..." The servant Victor paused for a moment and looked at the nearby city. "Um?"
"What's wrong, slave?" Fankel glanced in the direction of Huudemer and saw a thick layer of white fog spreading, threatening to engulf the entire city. The dragon couldn't smell or hear anything inside. strangeness. "Yewu?"
"It spread so quickly at this time?" Victor shook his head. "No. The 'Football Team' is back, sir. This town is under attack."
"The rangers are ready to attack, sir!" Red said as the kobolds assumed a superb fighting stance and the wyvern roared hoarsely behind them.
"Can the king blow away the fog with his wings?" Victor asked his invisible master.
"Of course." Nothing could be easier for a dragon.
"Okay, ranger, come with me, we'll scout ahead." Victor walked in the fog, followed by his entourage.
Winkle prepared to fly away and show the weather who was the master here, but he struggled to do so. When he flapped his wings, he ended up overdoing it and landed on the beach seconds later.
Since he could no longer see his wings, he had difficulty orienting himself. This dragon has never flown "blindly" in its life.
"Minions, how do I turn it off?" Wink asked, but Manlin Victor had disappeared into the mist. "Minions? Minions!"
Victor is inexplicably lost, and he ends up where he wants to be. He guessed these new bits of luck were working on him. Although he struggled to see clearly in the thick fog, he spent enough time in Lynette's hotel to make out its shape. Victor guessed that the mayor had summoned the people in the town to protect himself when the fog started to spread.
This was a good decision because the inn was under siege.
A group of men, armed with bows, swords, and axes, surrounded the place, led by an armed knight and a priest. Victor immediately recognized them as Wellman and Gustav; to his horror, he also noticed Henry Bright gagged and chained to a horse near Wellman. The scholar was covered in sword scars and had lost a lot of weight.
Thankfully, Team Heat hasn't noticed Victor yet. "Ranger?" Victor's voice was lost in the fog. Damn, he lost the kobold. He hoped they were okay; monsters or not, he couldn't let them be killed by bandits.
Victor saw Lynette and the others through the inn window. The people in the town locked themselves inside and watched the attack of the bandits with worry.
"Hello, friends," the priest introduced himself. "I am Verman, François Verman. We come for peace. If you open the door and let us ransack the inn, we will let you go unscathed!"
Victor hoped Lynette wouldn't be stupid enough to believe him. After waiting for a minute, the door did not open. It turned out that she was not there. "I'm going to break down the door," said Gustav, holding a heavy claymore in one hand and a large shield in the other.
"No, my friend, there is no need for that trouble," answered Wellman. "Since they have sealed themselves in, I will set the place on fire with fireballs and burn them alive. You and your men can kill those who try to escape."
"It's not fair, you get all the experience."
"I want my next archer Pe
k, sir. "An archer complained to Wellman. "With this, I will never miss again!"
"Yes, I understand, but this is quick and we have to act before the dragon finds its way in." The priest turned to Victor, obviously seeing that he was doing well in this unseasonable weather. "Well, would you like to see that?"
Victor sighed, and a dozen Heat Team members looked at him. He might as well try to stall for time, waiting for Winkel to blow away the fog. "That's the [Confused Mist] spell, right?" A pretty advanced spell. I didn't expect a 13th level bishop to have access to it. The last spellcaster I saw using it was in his mid-twenties. "
"Familiar spell? I want Nightblade to know about it." Wellman insisted, referring to the criminal syndicate. "My profession, Fallen Bishop, allows me to cast powerful spells through sacrifices to my dark god. So we grabbed a peasant on the way here."
nausea.
"That's your fault, by the way," Wellman said. "We wanted you to leave town and save poor Henry from us, but you didn't, you shameless devil. Abandoning a civilian to death? Timid."
"Yes, trying to lure the brave knight away from the town you wish to plunder. That's the first trick of an outlaw. I'm almost certain you've killed him."
"Henry? No, it's always good to have emergency sacrifices on hand, just in case. Don't stare at me, he betrayed you first."
That doesn't mean it's right.
Is this their plan? [Disorienting Fog] reduces sound within its radius and causes people to get lost within it. They thought they could take advantage of the weather to prevent the dragons from burning the place down from above without friendly fire. Simple, but effective.
Why did they insist on sacking Haudemer instead of wisely escaping from Winkel? Victor guessed they had other motives besides robbery. "Why on earth did you lay siege to that hotel instead of boarding a ship and fleeing the country?"
"Eventually," Wellman said with a triumphant smile, "but our employer, Brandon Moore of Ishfania, asked us to retrieve a magical apple buried at Haudemer's feet. Once we get It, and we’ll leave.”
An iPad? Are they targeting an iPad? Victor wants to give it to them, but realizes they'll kill everyone anyway. These guys kill as many people as gold coins for easy levels.
Wellman coughed, "Then, since you are a thief yourself, why don't you join us? It's more profitable to join the raids than to fight with us, and I want someone who can tame dragons to join my team. In this way, you Just live.”
Yes, it's a really good idea to join an organization whose leaders have the rank of betrayer and despicable in their name. Can't go wrong. So fighting became the only option. Point him out: Thanks to Winkle, he has powerful equipment, and the dragon may come here at any time...
These two monsters are twice his level, and they have their own minions.
Their own minion? Damn, he's almost turning into a Winkle.
A wise man once said that criminals are a cowardly and superstitious bunch. "Please allow me to pay back the price." Victor revealed his [Pterodactyl Horn Summoning]. "Surrender now, and I won't use this dragon-summoning horn to bring Venquil to your doorstep."
Vilmai
Laughed. "Friend, I have the 'Treasure Hunting Eye' skill. It's just a trinket for a flying dragon. It can't tie up a big red dragon at all."
"That's what false descriptions would lead you to believe," Victor lied. "It didn't work until I unlocked its secret power. How do you think I bound that dragon to my will in the first place?"
"Nonsense," said Gustav impatiently. "Enough talking. Join or die."
Although Wellman and Gustav were too cunning to fall for the trick, Victor could see their men hesitating. He hoped they feared Winkle more than they trusted their leader.
"Your loss. Vaikl, I summon you!" Victor blew the trumpet.
"Archers!" Gustav shouted, and the archers readied their weapons and prepared to shoot Victor. Meanwhile, Wellman began chanting a spell. "Listen to my signal—"
"Wait, above! One of them interrupted.
The shadow of a flying dragon appeared above them, its outline obscured by the fog.
"Here comes the dragon!" shouted one of the archers, and immediately dropped his weapon, terrified. The flying dragon screamed in the fog. One of the desperadoes immediately ran away, and the rest lost their courage.
"Wait, stand back, coward!" Gustav raised his sword, but his men were already running away. Even Wellman's horse dragged Henry away as soon as it saw the flying dragon. "I'm going to chop your head off!"
"Very good!" declared Wellman, and the two criminals resigned themselves to their fate. "[Summon the little demo——]"
With dagger in both hands, Victor interrupted Wellman with a speed he didn't know he was capable of. Bishop Fell, with lightning reflexes, fended off one of them with his sword, while another of Victor's weapons slipped past his guard, stabbing him just below the shoulder.
Victor sensed that he might have a chance to win in a close fight with Wellman. Clerics have more levels, but are in the spellcasting, healing profession.
Unfortunately, this is a two-on-one battle.
Gustav rushed to his ally and tackled Victor with his shield. Victor's [Solar Bracers] are activated, giving him new strength and vitality. The blow nearly knocked him to the ground, but the monster squire managed to get up.
Without giving him a chance to breathe, Gustav swung his sword and tried to hit Victor, but Victor dodged the blow. Unable to harm his enemy through his thick armor, the monster Squire tried to bypass him to get to Wellman, but the cunning Gustav always stood in his way.
"Skill!" As Weiman cast the spell, an evil red light surrounded him, and his other hand searched under his cloak. Victor guessed he was looking for a potion to heal his wounds.
Instead, he pulled out a flintlock pistol and aimed it at Victor.
Bringing a gun to a sword fight? That liar! Before Wieman pulled the trigger, Victor touched the [necklace] around his neck. He only has three charges, so he better make them count. "Fire bomb!"
The enchanted necklace activated, releasing a ball of fire with crimson sparks. The pellet struck Wellman, interrupting him, but the flames did not spread to his clothing. The criminal must have cast some kind of fire protection spell to prevent Kerr from breaking through the fog.
Wellman fired like a madman, clearly not caring whether he hit his ally. Victor dives to the ground and a bullet goes through the window, killing an unfortunate bystander.
Gustav, being a pragmatist, attempts to attack Victor before he can stand up, and the monster squire retaliates by attacking his necklace again. The Scorcher hid behind his shield and routed the projectiles like a champion.
Yes, the Chief of Staff alone can't defeat that knight.
"No!" Victor cursed loudly at his new job, stood up again, and rushed towards Wellman. He managed to get past his accomplice's defense and move between the two charred men. Gustav tried to stop him, but the wyvern that circled them from above pounced on him like an eagle. Her claws and fangs struck his armor but did not pierce it.
Unable to reload quickly enough, Wellman dropped his pistol and lashed out with his sword. Victor moved the sword away before it penetrated his heart, but it struck him in the left side and bled.
Damn it, what was that greedy dragon doing? Ignoring his reservations about killing humans, Victor stabbed the Bishop back. His dagger pierced his left eye and the criminal's face was splattered with blood.
It didn't kill Wiman, but it angered him. Behind Victor, Gustav cut off one of the flying dragon's wings with his sword, pinned her to the ground with his shield, and prepared to kill the beast.
Wiman cast a spell and moved his free hand toward Victor's torso. Dark energy gurgled around his fingers...
Then five kobolds jumped out of the fog behind and grabbed Wellman's arms, legs, and head. "For Your Majesty!" they shouted at once, biting into the priest's flesh and interrupting his spell.
Congratulations! By ambushing stronger enemies in combat, your kobolds' career levels have increased by one!
"Power!" Red said, poking Wellman's other eye with his little paw. "I can feel its power!"
"My eyes!" Wellman screamed in agony as he struggled to free himself from the kobold. When the criminal lost his sword, Victor dropped one of his daggers and stole the sword. Then he thrust his own weapon back into the bishop's chest.
The fallen bishop fell to the ground in pain, and the kobolds were still biting and scratching him.
"Evil, you coward!" Gustave slew the dragon with a swing of his sword, and he rushed towards Victor to save his ally. The monster squire was distracted by the pain in his chest and failed to move out of the way in time, causing Gustav to hit him with his shield.
Crack! The blow knocked Victor against the hotel wall. After a burst of pain, his left shoulder went numb.
"Sir!" Huang tried to protect Victor, but was cut in half by Gustav with his sword. With another merciless swing, he knocked Blue down.
The other kobolds immediately tried to fight back, but they were no match for the knight. Gustav kicked Pink in the face like a puppy, knocked Red out with his shield, and backhanded Black when he tried to attack him from the side. The confrontation lasted only a few seconds.
"Can you cure yourself?" Gustav asked Wellmann, who was crawling on the ground, covered in blood, struggling to get up.
"I used up...my...special points with those...interruption spells." Vilmai
cough. "I need help... to walk."
"Pity".
Without any remorse, Gustav stabbed his ally in the back with his sword, killing him with a single blow.
"I'm sorry, my friend, I want that new realm more than I like you." An evil aura surrounded the treacherous knight, further empowering Gustav. Victor used one last firebomb, and the necklace fell apart after the last recharge was exhausted. The bullet slipped past Gustav's guard and struck him in the chest.
The knight didn't even flinch in the face of the resulting explosion.
A rumbling sound echoed in the fog. Have the citizens of this city decided to fight back against the Scorchers? Victor has no way of knowing, and he won't live that long. With his chest wounded and his shoulders weak, there was no way he could dodge Gustav's sword.
"[Attack stance]," Gustav dropped his shield and brandished his sword with both hands. The murderous aura around him grew stronger, and the sheer pressure paralyzed Victor. "Now, I'm going to cut you slowly -"
Long wooden planks!
Gustav was crushed by an invisible behemoth and fell into a pool of blood.
"Minion? Minion! Where are you?" The knight's blood spattered on Winkel's invisible scales. "Minion, you're here!"
For a moment, Victor didn't know what to say.
"I can't see where I'm going and I can't turn it off! How do I turn off invisibility?"
"You must say 'wink' again, Your Majesty..."
Winkle paused, then said, "Blink!" The dragon's veil of invisibility suddenly lifted. The beast took a few seconds to look at his scales, showing no signs of narcissism. "much better."
The dragon spread its wings and flapped them, releasing a powerful wind. The wind blew away the fog, revealing a string of destroyed homes that Winkel had left behind. The invisible dragon wreaked more havoc on the city than the Scorch Ovens themselves.
At least no civilians died.
"Ah, clearly," said Vankel. "I can finally hunt down the thief."
Victor glanced at Gustav's body stuck under Fankel's left foot. The dragon didn't even notice. "No need, Your Majesty," he said, as Lynette and the townspeople left the inn, and the danger was over. "Except for the stragglers, most of them ran away as soon as they saw you coming."
"I'll get my stipend!" Fankle complained, leaving blood behind every step before searching for the Scorcher. "Dear guys, where are you? Come on out, I don't bite...not always..."
"Victor, are you okay?" Lynette rushed to the squire and forced a bottle of green potion into his mouth before he could answer. Victor drank it and found it tasted sweet, he felt the pain disappear and he could move his shoulder again.
Unfortunately, the kobolds were not as lucky as he was, mourning the loss of their fallen comrades. "What do we do?" Blake said, with tears in his eyes. "Xiao Huang...Xiao Huang is the best among all our slaves...I would have died a long time ago..."
"We sell them," Red shouted. "This is what they want."
…
"Come again?" Victor asked, blinking.
"We sold them to expand Master Wenke's treasure." Pink said, while Black and Red nodded sadly. "That way they'll always be a part of it..."
Victor realizes that he has experienced an intense culture clash.
Congratulations! You bravely led the monsters to defeat powerful opponents, and you obtained seven levels of [Monster Attendant]!
+120 hp, +70 sp, +5 st
, +4 vit, +4 ski, +5 agi, +6 i
t, +6 cha, +7 lack!
You get the [Monster Life Force (Red Dragon)], [Monster Knight] and [Monster Insight] perks!
[Monster Life Force (Red Dragon)]: The blood of your Dragon King flows in your veins. You gain an additional creature type: dragon, which is both a blessing and a curse. You gain immunity to drain, paralysis, fatigue, instant death, disease, fire, and aging. You gain weakness to frost, fairies, and dragonslayers.
[Monster Rider]: You can now ride monsters with medium proficiency. If the target is a minion, your proficiency increases to Excellent.
[Monster Insight]: When you observe a monster, you will see their strengths, weaknesses and some information.
Seven levels at once? Almost makes up for the loss of death and blood loss. One glance at the sword he had stolen from Wellman told him he had some interesting loot in it as well.
"I don't know how to repay you, Victor," Lynette said. "You were very brave out there."
award?
Oh, hell, why not? He had nothing to lose but his dignity.
"Do you want to have children?" he asked Lynette.
