"Wait, wait, don't kill me, don't kill-"
Winkle poked his hundredth demon in a row, a giant rat as big as a man-monster, crushing it between his claws and the ground below. Like the insect, the creature died without making any sound.
Nothing at all. Without levels, there is no treasure.
With a growl of disappointment, Winkle threw the body onto a pile of undead demon flesh. "I have no more sheep, Your Majesty," Chocolate told him as he stood next to another, larger pile of slaughtered cows. “Do we move to the pigs or do we move to the children?”
"No," Wankel replied, bored to death. Even his chief of staff asked for a break after the eightieth, and Long began to understand why. He couldn't stand the tedium of the process any longer.
Gripping levels is no fun at all.
Manlin Victor held some documents under his folder, and as if he had read his master's thoughts, he joined them. "Has Your Majesty stopped bullying Satan?"
"Minions, I can't get level 11 [Witch Hunter]!" Winkle complained, while Chocolate left to feed the rest of her cows. "Is the system broken?"
"Your Majesty, I told you that the higher your level, the more experience penalty you get, and you can get a new experience. Before level 20, keep repeating the same activity by killing weaker opponents That's great, but after level 20, the system rewards opponents who can fight back."
"So I can only stay in "Witch Hu"
Te
》Level 10 until I destroy Fu
ibo
This demon must be destroyed. "
"almost". His class president read the document that Manlyen Henry had given him regarding the progress of the class. "Okay, let's take a look at your new skills so far...[Spell Purification]...[Witch Burn], your fire attacks bypass magic resistance and deal bonus Holy damage, so your breath should be like Fu
ibo
Such undead have double the effect. [Weaker Magic Resistance], means you can get away with weaker spells. [Exorcism I] allows you to learn and cast first-level exorcisms, while [Hunter's Resolve] gives you a bonus against attempts to control your mind. "
“The Exorcism Café does nothing,” Vaquel complained.
"Spells or spell-like effects are organized into power levels from one to ten. However, you do not automatically gain access;Pe
k only allows the owner to learn and cast it. At this point, His Majesty is the ultimate anti-magic tank. "
"What's a tank?" sounds awesome.
"That means no one can hit harder than His Majesty." Manlin Victor flattered him, then whistled at the pile of treasure Winkle had acquired through his training. "So the next item on your war agenda is the recruitment of new retainers. Are you sure your majesty wants to handle them personally? You sound like you'd be fine with me recruiting the kobolds myself."
"This time is different, Minion Victor. We are not hunting cowards, but Nemesis. He is evil and must be destroyed."
"Does His Majesty have to repeat this sentence every time they mention him?"
"Yes, minion, because this is war and everyone must know!" Winkle sat there, observing the queue of job seekers waiting outside the orchard, mostly kobolds, but also other unique monsters.
"In total," Victor said, "we have a hundred kobolds applying. I also ordered C
oissa
Send us residents with a career level above 20, which includes Trolls, Dryads, and Golems. Does this bring trouble to His Majesty?"
"Minion, I do not discriminate. All living things are inferior to me. I will always fight for the right of every human being to be my emergency food."
"Your Majesty was truly ahead of their time."
"Of course, because I am a dragon." Winkel turned around, cleared his throat, and was about to announce something. "V&V is more than just a company of adventurers! You are my baby! Can you be my treasure? Do you have what it takes to become a true servant?"
"He's watching us!" one of the kobolds chirped at the other guards led by Red.
"Quick, lower your spine and obey!" Red forced the animal down. "Please forgive my cousin, Your Majesty."
Ah yes, Minion nepotism. A slippery slope that leads to a complete lack of discipline. However, since the kobolds had been helpful so far, Wink decided to study them first. "You will be interviewed as a group," Vai
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Said he was too lazy to check everyone individually.
"Ranger!" Red shouted, and the kobold ranger struck a pose. "After the captain promoted us to second lieutenants, we gathered all the able-bodied kobolds we could find!"
"Slave Victor, did you promote them yourself?"
"Well, yes, I did. Is that a problem?"
"No, no, I'm proud of your initiative. You act like a true chief of staff." Vink has so many offices to divide. "When I think of the day you begged me to be my slave, when you were just an aimless thief, I marvel at how much you have grown."
The Minion glanced at him with his big eyes. "Your Majesty, I remember this is not how we met."
"Then you know to take my word for it, it's official now," Winkel said, focusing on the new recruit. "V&V recruits only the best. Are these kobolds battle-tested?"
"Not yet, Your Majesty, so we're making them interns," Blue said. “Unpaid internship.”
"I'm very proud," Manlin Victor said.
"They will then be put on probation and assume the responsibilities of a kobold ranger." Winkle agreed. "Although they are too weak to fight Fu
ibo
, but they can help us carry the treasures we find. "
"Did you hear that?" Black turned to the other kobolds. "You are all interns!"
The kobolds screamed with joy, some hugged each other, and one collapsed from a heart attack. Winkle sent them away. "Next".
"Next up are the dryads and the steel golems. Apparently, they're a set."
"No," Vankel decided immediately. "Iron golems are not the stuff of servants."
"What? Your Majesty, why not? They're super strong!"
"Slave Victor, have you thought about logistics?" Winkel scolded his chief of staff. "If there's no food, we can't eat."
"Then he can help us find it!"
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He frowned. "That will have to wait until the dryad is fat enough for two people."
The two candidates approached Wankel. The golem looks like a knight in armor, standing two heads taller than an average person. His steel armor was rusty, he was wearing an old straw hat, and he was carrying a bag of grain. A dryad is just like her kind: a delicious, green-skinned humanoid with dark eyes and long black hair that looks like a humanoid. She hid her legs under a robe of flowers and vines, leaving her top exposed. Winkle thought she was a little too thin, but she looked seductive.
"Your skin is olive," said the Minion, who was distracted by the Elephant. "Like a real olive."
The delicious dryad glared at him. “Are you prejudiced against people of color?”
"No, no, of course not! Some of my good friends have colorful scales! It's just... This is a fantasy land, and I haven't seen any non-white, non-furry humanoids since I left America." "
"America?" The tree spirit opened his eyes wide and recognized him. "Where? New York?"
Minion Victor's eyes widened. "You are also reincarnated——"
"In another world?" She finished her words at the same time, and the two smiled at each other. "Although not as a human being. But I can't complain. This body is much better. I'm very lucky."
"Yeah, I heard about an unfortunate claim that turned into slime." Since the Minion seemed familiar with the creature, Winkle asked him to take over the interview. "Where are you from?"
"Moroccan, but half Spanish on my mother's side. You're American, aren't you?"
"Always a Chicago boy." Minion Victor reveals his sleeves, revealing the dice and moon tattoos on his skin. The dryad responded by drawing a mark on the back of her neck, representing a spiral flower. “Oh, that’s Cybele’s brand, right? Goddess of sex and fertility?”
"Ah, yes, because that's the only thing people pay attention to about her. She's also the goddess of the forest and knowledge, you know? She's very wise and very ancient."
"Sorry, I'm not very religious. Especially since people here worship dice or tentacled horrors that kidnap humans. Still, it sounds like you're pretty happy with your claim."
"Me. I was preparing to die silently and this magical goddess appeared in front of me and said, 'Alison, will you live one more time and restore this land?' How could I say no?"
"She shows up right in front of you instead of branding you and then tossing you aside?"
"I'm here to help Rollo with his agricultural project." The tree spirit patted the back of the stone statue. "He has been praying to Sibelli, hoping that someone can take care of him while he continues to farm, and I am the earth. An automotive engineer on. Puppet doesn't look like a car, but I can do it. No more 9 to 5 office jobs. Anyway, I renamed myself Lace because it sounded cool, but my real name is Alison. You can call me Al.”
This made many people famous. Winkle deducted some points from her.
"I'm bewitched, I'm Victor," the Minion replied, showing his bright teeth to the she-cat. Unfortunately, his desire to reproduce led him astray. "I thought puppets didn't have self-awareness?"
"One percent of those people wake up with free will. Rollo is one of them. Since he has a soul, he even has a class. Sixty-seven of them, all of them."
"Really?" Victor blinked. "This is the highest level (Farmer) I've ever seen. He has more levels than Flash Knight!"
"A level where Rollo refuses to accept anything but Farmer," the Dryad explained. "At least until his goal is achieved."
"I, Rollo, have a dream!" The golem farmer waved his fist. “Go and see the red desert turn green again!”
“So I remember correctly, this area used to be greener,” Wankel said cheerfully.
"Yes, before the Salarians dry this area out," the golem said, his voice filled with anger.
"Sablawhat?" Vai
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repeat.
"Sabraris is a dark elf empire that rules over much of the southern continent, Ishfania, and Bahrain," Alison said. Followers of Sabra the Destroyer eventually occupied it, hence the name; in order to hasten their patron's goal of cosmic entropy, they created a magical cataclysm that turned the entire empire into a red desert. Brandon Maul, the bastard son of a demon lord and a dark elf, then took over the ruins of Ishfania with summoned monsters. "
Winkle noticed that he could now listen to long monologues without getting bored. Is it the result of a new intelligence point? "Because you're from Earth, too," Allison continued. “Did DiCaprio finally win an Oscar?”
"Yes, but not for The Wolf of Wall Street." The dryad seemed disappointed. "I know, I think they gave him a consolation prize after that movie."
"Maybe I should move to North America in that world and create a better Hollywood. That's not fair."
"That world is North America?" the Minion answered.
"Have you not seen the complete map of the Mistral Continent?"
"Only the southern part of Gadmani."
Noticing Manlin Victor's embarrassment, Delicious Allison casts a spell and vines sprout from the ground, forming a map with names Winkle doesn't recognize.
"That looks like a rough map of Europe. The borders of the countries are all wrong..." The slave suddenly put down the word, as if he realized something. "no……"
"Ofremond is an amazing mirror of the Earth," Alison said. "There's a big difference. I mean, they have an Atlantis-like island in the Atlantic Ocean, and Malta is Flying, and—"
"Minions," Winkle said, getting the interview back on track, "we're here to discuss their future as human shields, not to make friendly small talk."
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty. Alison, what's your level?"
"24, mainly [Druids] and [Vestals]."
"Okay. You can be a doctor while we raid the dungeon."
"Raid the dungeon?" the delicious creature frowned. "As a dryad, there's no way I could survive more than a mile from an orchard."
So she can't leave the village. This solves the problem. "You are both fired." Vaquier immediately "congratulated" the golem and the dryad.
"You didn't hire us," Alison countered.
"You're still fired. You're no longer emergency food. Now you're just food."
The two wisely decided not to linger. "Before you go," Victor asked lovely Alison. "Would you like to have a drink somewhere?"
"Only on you," she replied with bared teeth, the vine map disappearing behind her.
The Minion watched the two men leave, and at the same time looked at the back of the female bear. "Minions." Fankle sighed. "You should just let her breed and get on with it."
The Minion's face turned red. "It worked last time, but I think it's still too early."
"Minion, if you want to lay eggs on a female, you need to impress her with the size of your reserves. Show her your bling before you let them breed. The female will do the same Things to attract males, but be sure to check the size of their cache. You don't want to have poor men taking care of your eggs."
"Does Your Majesty only have children with rich people?"
"Of course not. Why would I place an egg in another dragon's belly? More dragons means more fighting. No, minion, reproduction is for creatures like you, you are dying at any moment and must Continue until your species becomes extinct."
Come to think of it, since there's no competition from the other dragons, he might get paid for killing his own kind... Winkle considers the ethics of hunting his own kind for money, then decides to wait until after Freebon's destruction Make your decision again.
"Also, Manling Victor, there is no breeding harassment among minions, which would lead to tension and minion wars."
"That's why I waited until you fired her before taking action," Manlyn Victor replied, and then the next candidate appeared, a tall, thin green troll with green fur, A pig face with tusks. "This is Barnabas."
"Troll?" Vai
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He narrowed his eyes. "I've been burning a lot lately."
"I noticed," the troll replied. "When you destroyed the Gévaudan forest, you killed everyone I knew. The good thing is, I hate everyone I know."
"Barnabas, what's your level?" Manlin Victor asked him after clearing his throat.
"Twenty-one, [Blacksmith], [Merchant], [Alchemist]. Mainly blacksmith. I make weapons, but don't use them."
"You're hired," Fankle said immediately. "I promote you to be my personal armorer. You will make things the size of dragons immediately."
"Of course, if I can get new raw materials." Victor pointed to the pile of things that Winkel dropped on the ground during training. "That's fine."
The recruitment was over. "That's quick," said Victor, as Barnabas set to work.
"That works," Winkle replied. "what's next?"
"You have 'recruited' Chocolati
e and C
oissa
t all have career levels that can help in the dungeon. Chocolate, because we need healers, Croissants, because we need human shields against traps, I hate him. I wish we had a decent caster, but we'll have to make do with what we have. "
"Okay, slave. That's all."
Congratulations! In order to fulfill your noble wish, you recruited a huge company of adventurers, and you gained a level in [Noble]!
+30 hp, +10 sp, +1 vit, +1 agi, +1 i
t, +1 cha, +1 lack!
You won the [perk] category perk!
[Subsidy]: You receive a monthly allowance of 400 gold coins multiplied by your total level.
Winkle's eyes widened in pure, unbridled joy as a huge pile of gold shone before him.
finally!
In the name of the old demon, he has waited for this moment for too long! 400 per level? Once Vai
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Reaching level 10, that means 40,000 coins a month, 500,000 a year! He'll be swimming in a vast ocean of glittering gold and -
"[Convert gold to lead]."
The coin turned into lead, and a flash of black magic made Winkel's heart skip a beat. He immediately glanced at the source of the disaster, sitting on a pile of demon corpses.
Fu
ibo
!His bony fingers are still giggling at his dirty magic!
"That's why you blew up my library, you stupid lizard," the Lich said, then took a sardonic tone at Winkle's silent hatred, "They're right... Silence is golden. "
Fullibon insisted on saying the word, and Fankel was so angry that he couldn't move.
"Your Majesty," Victor interrupted. "Use [spell - - - - -]"
Before his minions could finish, Winkle roared angrily and tried to smash the lich dragon-style, but the undead teleported away while giggling. However, Vacker's hand smashed into the pile of demons, creating a large crater and triggering a small earthquake.
"Oh my god, your majesty's physical strength is showing." The servant Victor complimented his master, as if it would make him happy.
"No more waiting, Minion Victor," Winkle announced, intent on revenge. "We're raiding the dungeon tomorrow!"
He has imagined Fu
ibo
Treasures that will be left behind.
