The castle's cellars were filled with treasures.
Deep in the dungeon, Manling Victor found a thick, large and solid metal door that five dragons could pass through at the same time. After some fiery landscaping, Winkle and his minions forced their way in, only to be greeted by the most beautiful sight in the world: a massive underground metal vault filled with mountains of gold and silver coins.
Winkle immediately jumped into his new treasure and swam in the gold like a shark in water. So many little coins were imprisoned underground by the Lich, and there wasn't a good dragon to take care of them!
"Slave!" shouted Fankle, pretending to sprinkle coins on his belly. “Add to my old treasures and increase my new treasures!”
"Sure, but...what the hell is that?"
Alone and focused on his new light, Fankle failed to notice a second door at the other end of the vault. The door is built of ancient stone and closed with heavy chains covered in ancient runes.
Is there a bigger vault out back? Things are getting better!
"Oh, that's written in ancient Ishfani language." Sweet Chocolate walked over to check the inscription on the stone. Behind these doors, closed by the divine judgment of the eternal god Mithras, is the domain of Isabelle, the Archdemon, Lord of Blades. May these bonds never be broken or Ishfania will suffer endless hell. "
"Of course the Ishfanian Inquisition will build a fortress on the gate to Hell," said the servant Victor. "The castle was built to protect it from intruders from within."
"Isabel is Brandon Moore's mother," said Useless Croissant. He still hasn't recovered from the trap Wankel sent him to scout, and he's covered in scratches and paint. "For a century Forribon must have worked to open these gates, providing his master with an army of demons to hurl at Gadmani."
"What about the seal?" Victor asked. "Will it hold up?"
"The bindings have become weak due to lack of maintenance, but I can repair them with the help of the squid..." A smile appeared on Chocolate's face. "Oh oh, why don't we open it ourselves?" So we can slaughter the demons when they come out. The more money, the more meat. "
Winkel's chief of staff shared her enthusiasm. "I really don't like tricking an entire species into killing one species at a time, even demons, by going into a closed room."
"But organized massacre is acceptable if it is done to friends!" Chocolati
e protested.
"No, it's not!" Does Your Majesty really want a group of people who want to steal things to get their treasure directly?"
No. It was like that mountain, only with winged goats instead of Manlin. "Werewolf Chocolate, you have to keep these doors closed." "In your backward countryside, you can still use sheep to lure them."
The werewolf pouted in disappointment, but the minion Victor was delighted. "Werewolves, you go get the squid and reinforce these doors." "I will no longer allow my vaults to be opened to the poor unless necessary. Kobold Rangers, go ask Barnabas the Troll about my crown preparations." Okay? Victo
, you stay here to discuss my lesson plans. "
The entourage hurried away to attend to his needs, leaving Winkel alone with his most beloved treasure: his treasure and his chief of staff. "Now that the evil Freeborn has been eliminated, we can focus on what is truly important to me." The dragon said, burying himself in gold with only his head exposed. "The higher my level, the bigger the bonus. Find a way to increase that number."
"The most obvious way is to further upgrade, Your Majesty." Victor gave a simple solution. "However, maybe a magic item or specific perk can increase your income."
"I leave it to you to find a suitable solution, Manlin Victor. You are my homeroom teacher."
"Your Majesty, it's about magic items." His chief of staff cleared his throat. "I suggest that you allow your non-dragon-sized magic items to be kept and used by your minions, just as you allowed me to."
"Minions, Freebon is sealed forever, and the castle is mine." He had put the crown he found from Freebon on his finger, like a ring. "There's no need to spread my wealth around. Speaking of borrowed treasures, where are the sun goggles and the fireball pendant I gave you?"
There was an awkward silence for a moment. "Well, I haven't had time to equip it yet, Fu
ibo
He caught me by surprise..."
"You should be more careful next time and wear my clothes with pride," Winkle scolded his servant. "I'm so happy to always have my baby in front of me. It gives me peace of mind and suits me well."
"Yes, I understand. I'm just saying that now that our Adventurer Company is in charge of the entire barony, we may need a good police force. Followers with magic items will be more efficient."
Fankle narrowed his eyes at his servant. "Baronetcy?"
"I have told your Majesty before that Gadmani promised that whoever eliminates Fuliben will get the surrounding land. This is the so-called barony. I asked Savou
euse sent a message via carrier pigeon, so once the Adventurers Guild is notified, you will be officially named Mu
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baron. If they refuse, well, there's not much they can do about the owner of the place. Murmur Forest is so far away from Gadmani and full of monsters, yet so close to Moore’s territory that even suicidal adventurers dare not drive us away. "
"Muttering," Winkle corrected, before explaining his logic to his confused servant. "Baron King Winkel. Called Vai
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. "
The servant gave him a blank look.
Winkel suddenly realized the problem with the name. "Ki
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o
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?"Nothing fits! Is there a game that can have both? King of the Alban Mountains and Baron of the Silent Grove don't sound pleasant to the ear."
"Your Majesty, I think the emperor is higher than the king because the empire is bigger than the kingdom. So it should cover everything."
Really? He has always called himself the king, because he believes that there is nothing more noble than the king! "Servant, from now on I will be known as His Majesty Vanquil Knight Bain I, the king of this era. Catastrophe, Emperor of the Silent Forest and the Alban Mountains.”
"As you wish, His Majesty Emperor Wankel."
Winkle realized that he had never loved a new word as much as he did now.
"I don't like to have my treasure scattered out of sight," said the dragon, "and let Barnabas make weapons for the minions; until then, I agree to lend the kobolds weapons, so that My treasure will encourage them to work, but only for a while. Only you have the right to use my sacred treasure in battle, Minion Victor. You are the only person I have complete confidence in not losing them."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," the servant said, this time without any mercy. Come to think of it, Winkle couldn't remember him using such a warm voice before.
"To celebrate my ascension to Emperor, I declare today to be Vai
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day. Every year we rejoice in the defeat of Freeborn, who is evil and must be destroyed. I'm going to burn a puppet in front of a crowd of adoring people and have them cheer me on. "Perhaps he will get a treasure from it. "Also, the minions will build a statue of me in that werewolf village so that my subjects can fear my emperor. I want a bigger statue than the one in your temple. "
“Your Majesty, holidays and public works are fine, but what about the laws? I think, Mu
mu
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The residents are wondering how they will manage themselves now that you are the top dragon in town. "
Fankel thought about it, and the first direction became obvious. "Slave Victor, this experience, and your barbarian king has made me realize that there is no greater crime than robbing a dragon from his hard-earned treasure. In my magnanimity, I declare that I The first commandment is: Never pay taxes."
"Don't pay taxes?"
"No treasure tax of any kind will be levied in my empire. Taxes are evil. Instead, I will accept daily cattle tribute as a reward for my enlightened dragon leadership."
"I think His Majesty invented tax havens, way ahead of their time. So how about a tenth reduction in tax on my expenses?"
"That's different," Winkle replied, irritated by the Minions' despicable greed. "This is not a tax because you are selling my worthless stuff in my name. The tenth is the reward. If you want to be rich and attract females to mate with you, then work hard and build wealth for yourself Bar."
Manlin Victor sighed. "I guess taxes and mindless undead labor will make up for public services."
"My second commandment is: No lead. Lead is a product of Fulibon and its use is forbidden until the end of the world. Anyone found smuggling lead in Emperor Vankel's land will be eaten. Unless the lead changes It has become gold that has gone bad. In this case, I will cure it and put it into my treasure house to keep it forever.”
"Then replace the water pipes with copper."
"My third commandment is," Vankel stared hard at his servant, "servant Victor, do this."
His servant blinked, honor overwhelming him. "Do that?"
"Not dragon stuff," Winkle clarified. "I have more important things to do than manage the lives of wolves, minions, and manlin, like counting my new coins or killing lichs. I'm a dragon, and I don't care how the minions live as long as they're Just do as I say when I ask. So, Manlin Victor, I now promote you to be my Great Dragon Chancellor and a man of action."
"So, I keep doing what I've always done, doing boring stuff, and you enjoy the rewards."
"Don't abuse your privilege."
Congratulations! By promoting yourself to Emperor, in Mu
mu
i
Regions establish their own "Imperial Authority" and possess immense personal power befitting such a title, not only do you gain the rank of [Noble], but your noble class has evolved into the class of [Emperor]!
Warning: If you fail to defend your title from challengers and doubters, you will lose the benefits of the [Emperor] career perk; you can regain these benefits only if you fend off opponents.
+30 hp, +10 sp, +1 agi, +1 i
t, +1 cha, +1 lack!
Your [old money], [snobbery] and [Aristotelian] privileges have changed!
[Old Mo
ey] changed to [Bo
i
the Pu
ple]: The chance of getting treasure after killing a monster triples
[Snobbery] changed to [Emperor]: Your soldiers and vassals gain attribute and moral bonuses proportional to your Charisma when you lead them in battle.
[Aristotle] was changed to [Dynasty]: You can grant others the rank of [Noble] at will. You can only give each person one level, after which they have to level up on their own.
Winkle thought it was a good thing that the system recognized his authority, but now that he had a generous stipend, he was less interested in the subject. At least this level and [Born in Purple] Pe
k will increase his monthly income.
"Manlin Victor, have your race eliminated the misunderstanding regarding the Duchess's untimely death?"
"I have no idea". The Minion shrugged. "Once Fu
ibo
When news of death reaches them, it should work itself out, otherwise it will never mean anything. Your Majesty, do you want to go on another adventure?"
"There was a princess," Winkle said. "The bragging day is coming soon and I need a princess to show off as the crown jewel of my treasure."
"Your Majesty has been bragging." Victor replied. “Every day is bragging day.”
"Yes, but not a dragon," Winkle said, and his minion frowned when he mentioned his magical species. “Today is bragging day. Now that my treasure is cured of its lead disease, it has grown big enough to show off to my kind; but a true treasure is incomplete without a wild-caught princess to show off. . I want to hold a show-off day here in two months, so find me a high-paying mission with a princess."
"Is Your Majesty going to eat the princess?" the Minion asked worriedly. "I know you said you wouldn't, but... if this is a special occasion..."
"Minion, I'm not a savage. I'll keep it until the show off day is over, then I let her go and let her grow into a queen and give birth to more princesses. The cycle of life will continue. I'm a protector. Wild animal dragon.”
"Okay, okay." His servant breathed a sigh of relief. "How many dragons are we talking about?" No offense, but His Majesty is already too troublesome for us mere mortals. "
Wenkel thought about it for a long time. He invites everyone of his kind who is in contact with him so that he can display his wealth in a grand show of dominance.
"No more than two hundred," Vankel said, and the servant's skin lost all color. "You should have the cattle ready. It would be stingy of me not to give them a feast to show how wealthy I am."
"Two hundred...two hundred..."
"I know, so little, but we dragons enjoy our alone time too much to keep in touch," Winkle explained. "Most of my relatives are in the north hunting princesses, and it's so cold there that I shudder just thinking about them."
The Minions are back with a strange squid that worships the ground that Manlin Victor walks on, and the Minion Barnabas. The troll struggled to lift the crown with the help of the kobolds.
The moment she saw it, Fankel instantly fell in love with the trinket.
It was the most beautiful crown he had ever seen. A golden, dragon-sized crown with three miniature replicas of Fankle rises from the front of the circlet, surrounding a huge ruby. Four ivory horns are set in the edges, giving it a strong yet elegant look; which matches his natural horns.
"This is a (dragon's crown of authority), your majesty," Barnabas said. "+10 Charisma, and a bunch of benefits."
"Mine!" Winkle's hands greedily reached for it and immediately put it on his head. The crown rested on its black horns, and the dragon immediately looked at his reflection in the gold coin.
Pure perfection!
it's him!
"I am Emperor Vanquir, master of all I see!" Vanquir boasted, and his servants fell to their knees. "Praise me! Cheer me up!"
"Venquil, the best dragon!" "Venquil, the best dragon!" "Venquil, the best dragon!"
