Just after dawn in Houdemer, Winkel was lying on his back to rest in front of the city gate.
He spent the night searching for his last walking bag, gaining as much experience as possible. He suffered from stomachache due to indigestion.
Congratulations! By smashing a scorch oven and stylishly stomping an enemy leader to death in front of an adoring crowd, you gained four [Gladiator] levels! +120 hp, +8 st
, +1 vit, +4 ski, +4 agi, +4 ch, +3 lack!
You got [Crowd Favorite] and [Supe
c
it] career allowance!
[Crowd Favorite]: When you impress a crowd, you'll gain a temporary, random boost to one of your stats with a small chance of receiving an item.
[Supe
c
it]: Doubles the chance that your physical attacks will critically hit.
Isn't there any chance of getting gifts if he impresses fans? Sweet! He should find his minions and give them a try.
But what did they mean by trampling on the enemy leader? Winkel looked under his left foot and found a piece of flesh stuck between the two claws. "That's weird," he said, licking his paws and tasting the sweet flesh.
Long decided to become invisible so that he could see if other Manling parts were stuck somewhere else. "flicker". he's gone.
"Wink!" Now he wasn't! "Wink, wink, wink!"
Winkle found it very interesting to turn his invisibility on and off. He could spend all day doing this.
However, his play was interrupted by the noise of a galloping horse. Winkel wondered if these bandits were having another round of "glorious dragon slaying." This would confirm his theory that the Manlin have a collective death wish.
Instead, two hundred knights, clad in the finest armor and armed with the brightest weapons, charged toward him. Most of them wore a sun emblem on their armor, but a few carried a banner representing a golden lion on a red background.
knight. There are many beast knights.
Maybe they have a princess to add to his treasure?
The knights stood in single file, facing Winkle, who did not even stand up. They seemed powerless against him, and he was so full that he would burn them to death if they wanted to.
Their leader, a female named Manling riding a white unicorn, stood at the front of the group and spoke to him. She had long, stylish blonde hair that was the same color as Winkle's beautiful eyes, with little blue dots for her gaze. She wore a purple shawl. "So it's true," she said sharply, and the dragon immediately disliked the sound of her voice. "Hadmore is overrun by a great red dragon."
"Yes," Winkle replied to the loser. "Knight Baine I, the catastrophe of this era, the king of the Alban Mountains. But you can call me your majesty."
"There is no king of the mountain," replied upstart Manlin, before answering with a statement of his own. "I am Eleanor, Duchess of Eskar, second cousin of King Gard——"
"Not the princess," Winkle interrupted, annoyed that she had forgotten the words "Your Majesty."
The irritable woman glared at him. "What did you say?"
"Not the princess," Winkle repeated dismissively, for the food was unresponsive. She didn't smell like a princess, but like disappointment. And, he was too nice to speak directly to the creature. "Minion? Minion?! Minion, come back! The food is talking to me!"
Where was Winkel when he needed his official animal translator?
The man's face turned red for some reason. "Knight Baine" Somehow she made his noble name sound like an insult. "Our armies and the Shining Crusaders have defeated the last of the Scorched Ones and recaptured the Castle of Rochefund from Ishfania. Only François Verman and Gustave Lamoulaille escaped. After the trial, I will seek justice for them and let them be burned to death.”
Wink knew nothing about Rochefund, but according to the servant, they had killed the two Manlings somewhere. "Deal." The dragon replied. "Besides, your flames are weaker than mine, so there's no need to humiliate yourself."
"After we deal with him, check the city and make sure," Manling said to one of the knights, before turning his attention back to the dragon, "Vai
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e, you are wanted for unprovoked destruction of the Gevaudan forest, property damage, and damage to the local European countryside. Another hundred-year bounty has been issued, with a reward of 120,000 gold coins for your head!"
Finally, the false news about his death was confirmed! However... "Twenty thousand?" Winkel asked for confirmation and said disappointedly: "That's all? I order you to revoke it."
"Command me?" Her face grew redder, almost as red as Winkle's own scales. "Do you deny the charges against you?"
"No, but I'm more valuable," Winkle replied, annoyed at the lack of an interpreter. Miscommunications, particularly regarding their respective places in the sequence of events, are clearly piling up somewhere. "I have at least a million gold coins and I'm being very humble here. Tell your mammal king to correct my net worth."
"Are you insulting the chosen king of Gadmani?" A knight raised his spear. "You despicable fellow, the Crusaders of Radiance stand before you! Your pride will be burned by the fire of Mithras!"
An air of fear permeates the area as the weight of the gods' judgment falls upon you. (terrible) disease
"Apologise right away," Fankle retorted, his patience running out.
But it failed miserably! [Terror] was canceled by [Dragon's Arrogance]!
"Apologise to you?" The noble Manlin's eyes widened with no intention of resisting. "What?"
"This is my world. I don't remember ever allowing any of you to live here. Also, you should apologize for your weakness, because I don't know how you could accept yourself."
Chief Manlin twitched, and so did the knights.
Congratulations! You have earned the [Taunt] personal privilege just by verbally threatening upstart food.
[Taunt]: Your soul is shattered, and the humiliating taunt has a small chance of causing [Rage] to the target. Your monster.
Sarcasm? He was simply stating the obvious.
"You are such an arrogant fellow," Mrs. Manling shrieked like a snake, surprised that she was standing before a real dragon.
"I am Vankel Netbein, King of the Alban Mountains, the greatest adventurer in the world!" Winkle boasted, showing off the adventurer's badge hanging around his neck. "I am God!" No, wait, I'm better. I am a dragon! Your little gods answer me! They pay me to kill you!"
"Blasphemy!" one of the knights roared back, and Winkle ignored the animal's barking.
"Since I have cut down the trees around your land and protected this town from hostile people, I expect you to pay me appropriately. I demand a salary of sixty-four thousand gold coins. Under the table, follow your instructions The Manling Reward Ceremony.”
"You...you bribed the Duchess in front of the most holy knight?!" Aren't you ashamed?!"
"A dragon will never pay taxes!" the dragon roared proudly.
Congratulations! In defense of your noble and unjust privilege, you gained two levels in [Noble]!
+30 hp, +20 sp, +2 st
, +2 ski, +2 agi, +2 i
t, +1 cha, +2 lack!
You have obtained the [Aristotle] professional privilege!
You'll immediately notice other nobles, even undercover and fake nobles. No longer bourgeois.
"I've had enough," said the noble lady, raising her little hands. "Knight! Kill this stupid dragon!"
"How dare you refuse to pay your debt to your true king?" Now Winkle was really enraged, and he stood up again, and the knights rushed towards him. He considered blowing them out with his breath, but decided to test his new perk instead.
Winkle raised the clawed fingers of his left hand and stabbed the first rider who approached him, instantly crushing him and his horse with enough force to shake the ground beneath their feet. The knights stopped in horror.
Punch! [Crowd Favorite] activated!
Fankel's eyes widened with joy, because in the middle of the knight's remains, a gold nugget appeared in a flash of light.
ah.
"Ah, yes! Finally!" Winkle glanced at the fingers of his left hand. That's the secret to getting new items! He just has to poke these upstarts one after another! The dragon is happy because the brave knights rush towards him, eager to make the dragon live up to his name.
good.
He would poke them all.
Victor still couldn't believe it.
It works!
That pick-up line really worked!
"King Arthur's Excalibur?" Lynette asked, reaching up and pulling most of the sheets over herself.
"Don't ask," Victor replied, resting on the left side of the bed. All the stress and tension of following a crazy dragon disappeared.
The world was shaken!
Congratulations! Finally got a bed and experienced a brief pleasure, you got Pe
k[romantic]!
When you interact with the opposite sex, you gain a +5 Charisma bonus!
"That's great," Victor said, "I'm sorry, I was so...frank."
"Oh no, actually, I'm happy about it," Ly
ette replied, leaning her body against his. "For a moment, I thought you were going to ask me for gold."
Why did Victor suddenly feel that he had been cheated? "This is..."
"It's just a deal, that's all."
Victor should have expected this from a worshiper of the Goddess of Commerce. "At least I got a benefit out of it."
"Romantic?"
Victor narrowed his eyes at her. "How did you know?"
"My level is higher than that Pe
k high, (tempter). You have to sleep with 20 different people to get it, and the upgraded version requires sleeping with 100 people. I'm still dozens short of that. "
"Did you go to bed with me for a cup of coffee?"
"It's just a deal," she said with a smile, "that's all."
Yes, he was beeped several times. Capitalism strikes again.
Victor took it back as he let his "damsel in distress" rest and get dressed. That world sucked.
Victor closed the bedroom door and found three kobolds waiting for him outside, along with the necromancer Jules. By now, the hotel's patrons are used to him bringing the monster with him every time he goes.
"Chief Chief!" Red said as he and Black carried the bodies of their fallen comrades. "Sorry to interrupt your murder attempt."
Murder? Ah. These poor kids. They peered through the keyhole. Victor was relaxed and didn't blame them. "Hi, Jules. Are you here to talk business?"
"Yes, yes, I need your signature on the new ingredients collected by Count Winkle. Your servants also told me that you are willing to sell their dead companions; I commend you for your dedication to recycling."
"Because Yellow and Blue are gone, we have two less choreographers," Red complained. "Without it, we cannot serve His Majesty Wankel. We must recruit new soldiers, fashionable ones, with good complexions..."
"Oh, can we get a green one and a white one this time?" Black asked his captain. "We needed completely new colors."
"There's a sixth one with shiny silver scales," Pink said uneasily. "A young, manly male."
"There is no yellow or blue that can replace our fallen comrades," Red said solemnly. "We're going to find new colors and create a rainbow so we can show off the great Viktor in all his glory!"
"About this, Jius, is there any way to bring them back to life?" Victor asked the Necromancer. "Not mindless undead, but true resurrection."
"True resurrection is a power far beyond my ability, and beyond the ability of anyone alive today." "You can ask the goddess Shesha for help, but she will charge a high price for it. But... …Aren’t you still at level 20?”
"I just turned seventeen yesterday."
"Then, level up in the [Necromancer] class and use its starting Pe
k, [Animated Death], Resurrecting your servants as undead should be easy. Once you reach level 20, the experience penalty makes the game more difficult, so it's now or never. "
"Can't you make it yourself?" I can pay for it if you accept magic items. "
"For ethical reasons, I only breed non-intelligent undead. ("a
imaldead") will bring back the lucky guy and turn him into a wise person, including the original soul, if you sacrifice coins or some items. "
"Director, no!" Red protested. "They would gladly give their lives for you!"
"You saved my life," Victor replied. "I owe you this."
They also gain class levels from them, which complicates matters; while convincing monsters to fight more monsters sounds appealing, he's incompatible with Vai
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The experience left him fearful of the consequences. He also didn't want the animals to end up being Winkel's emergency rations. Maybe for their safety he'd better send them on something less dangerous?
While he doesn't like leveling up in dark classes, Victor thinks kobolds, monsters or otherwise, deserve to be leveled up.
Congratulations! By cooperating with the Necromancer to enter the Death Market, you have obtained the level of the [Necromancer] profession!
+10 sp, +1 ski, +1 agi, +1 i
t, +1 cha, +1 lack!
You have obtained the [Animated Death] career perk!
[Resurrect the Dead]: You can resurrect a corpse as an undead creature by touching it. By sacrificing money or items, players can resurrect a living creature into an intelligent undead creature while retaining the original soul and professional levels. The amount of money required to resurrect a person depends on the value of the soul, which you understand intuitively.
Victor guessed at a glance that the two kobolds were worth several hundred coins each. More than he had. He removed his sun goggles, each of equal value, and activated Pe
k.
An evil purple light filled the room, turning the bracers to dust. The dark aura then moved over the remains of the two dead kobolds, binding them together and consuming their flesh.
Under Victor's silent interruption, the two skeletons stood up on their own, and the colors of the bones changed to yellow and blue respectively. An evil light shone in their eye sockets.
Your kobold servants have been resurrected as kobolds!
"Blue, yellow?" Red asked, and the undead turned around. "How are you?"
"Meat..." The blue voice turned into a hollow and terrifying voice. "Meat……"
What's the matter? "Did the cafe fail?" Victor frowned.
"No, I'm kidding, boss," Blue Skull replied, returning to his original voice and letting out a strange laugh. How a skeleton without lungs could do this Victor didn't understand. "It's still the same me, but now I can see my collarbone."
"This new voice is awesome! Let me try it!" Yellow chirped, his voice changing from its original voice to the same cavernous echo. "I'm the yellow ranger, you've already seen your...that..."
"Red, I'm your father," Blue says in the same voice, a good example of Earl Jones style. "good!"
"Doooooooom..."
Their transformation into undead skeletons went smoothly. "Blue, yellow!" Red hugged the reborn minion. "You're back!"
"Yes, and I don't feel the stomach ulcer anymore." Xiao Huang said, returning to his normal voice. "It's amazing how immortal you are!"
Victor smiled at this scene. As annoying as it was, Vaquil and the kobolds did save his life and the city. Maybe he was wrong not to believe them. Maybe they can all do good.
Maybe he can adapt to this new life...
At this moment, a knight flew in from one of the hotel windows and crashed into the wall, shattering Victor's hopes.
Victor glanced at the injured man and took a deep breath. "Minion, help Joris with something." He said to the kobold, reaching for his trusty kettle and taking a sip of wine.
When another knight flew in through the second window and a third crashed against the wall outside, the adventurer decided to take more than a sip. "Okay, okay, okay," Julius clapped his hands happily. "This association is getting better and better..."
"Slave?" came an unpleasant voice outside the hotel. "Slave!"
Victor sighed, no wine to drown his sorrow, and he walked out of the hotel calmly, his hand on the new sword on his belt. He also took Wellman's flintlock with him as a trophy, but he didn't think it would be of much use.
As expected, he found Fankle waiting for him in front of the building. Two dozen knights lay beaten and beaten around the town, a scene consistent with the aftermath of a fatal drunken brawl. They wore the insignia of the Radiant Crusaders.
His hopes of being rescued by a knight in shining armor are dashed.
However, surprisingly, the dragon returns with a pile of treasures in his hands. "Minions, look what they gave me!" Winkle proudly showed off his new accessories, from money wallets to magic items.
"What happened?" Victor asked.
"I poked them," Winkle replied, licking the fingers of his left hand.
"Everyone?" Why did Victor sound so bored? The disaster had numbed him to the dragon's madness.
"That's the crit finger, slave." Winkle showed him the index finger of his left hand. "Every time I kill someone with it in front of your brothers, they reward me!"
Yes that's right. There, Victor decided to try his new [Monster Insight] Pe on his "master"
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Old Red Dragon(dragon)
Fragile: Frost, Fairy, Dragon Slayer.
Strong Disagree: Everything else.
Calling himself "The Best Dragon", a great red maggot who is the most powerful adventurer's opponent. His immense power was rivaled only by his arrogance and lack of common sense. A bit greedy, vain, and selfish, but secretly upset that his men left him.
What do you think? What a useless Pe
k. "Your Majesty, Eleanor, the Duchess of Eskar, is supposed to be leading this cavalry to Haudemer. Perhaps we should go check on her."
"Well," Winkle replied happily, "we can finally leave this smelly town. I miss bathing in my treasure."
"Ah?" Victor raised his eyebrows curiously. "What's wrong, you poked her too?"
The dragon broke his teeth with his claws. "I ate her."
Victor's mind stopped. "What did you say?"
"I ate her. But I thought she would taste better with that sweet poisonous sauce."
"You ate the person who issued the quest." And he was a noble with a high status in the kingdom.
"Don't worry about the gold, I got my reward back first." Winkel comforted him, and then burped.
"W-why?" Victor choked. "Why would your Majesty do this?"
"Because she's annoying, doesn't give me money, and isn't a princess." Winkle replied angrily. "Besides, she tastes like pork."
Victor looked at the dragon and was speechless.
"Minion, don't look at me like that. If you're hungry, there are plenty of beasts to grill."
