"You call that a castle?" Winkle complained as he bathed in the lava surrounding his new lair. "I want at least seven towers! Work hard!"
"Yes, Emperor Wankel!" shouted the kobold, and Wakr closed his eyes in satisfaction at the name. The Minions built a bridge to carry raw materials from the mountain to the castle, and rebuilt the tower that was destroyed by the dragon during the Horde War.
Hyena-like humanoids, called pygmies, carried most of the black stone that built the castle, with the males doing most of the work under the supervision of the females. Winkle found their spotted fur and clothing interesting to look at.
It turns out that the southern camp belongs to a tribe of shemales who live in fear of the terrifying Fuliben, who allows them to survive and keep their gold as long as they obey him. Most people fled the area while Winkel fought the lich, but the few who didn't fled came to Mu
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Look for work. After condemning them for knowingly serving the cruel undead, Winkle forgave them and accepted their services.
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They stop working when they are not paying attention or fighting with other minions. The dragon had to eat twenty troublemakers before they began to obey.
"And the tallest tower must also have a crown!" Winkle ordered the servants. "A stone crown!" If it gave him more charm, then it would certainly make his castle more beautiful.
"Your Majesty?" Winkle turned to the bridge and saw Manlin Victor riding the undead beast, followed by the shroud master and the necromancer Jules Rapace. Barnabas dressed his chief of staff strangely, giving him a tattered cloak with a hood and a pair of black boots. "I see you like your new accommodations."
"The temperature is just right, minion," Winkle said, but he was careful not to bring the crown too close for fear of melting. Long felt some sympathy for his chief of staff, who couldn't bathe with him because he lacked immunity to fire.
"Emperor Wankel," Jules, the shrouded man, bowed respectfully to the dragon. "It's great to see you again. Words can't express my gratitude."
"A dragon never refuses a good servant," Winkle said. Especially ones he could digest, unlike that steel golem. "You should have asked to go back to that backward village to meet V&V instead of waiting so long. I know real dragons might scare you, but I am an equal master."
"I had no idea that the king would go so far. How could I resist the call of a country that didn't tax zombie labor as heavily as Gadmani did and was open to the idea of mass zombification. I felt A massive explosion of corpses is about to begin, and the Whisperer Empire may start the undead revolution of my dreams.”
"Interesting," Winkle replied, trying to calculate how much money they could make from the business. "Now, onto the important stuff. My treasure was treacherously attacked by Fulibang, who was evil enough to attack innocent, defenseless gold. It almost died of illness."
"I told him to read the book, Your Majesty," said Manlin Victor. “We printed it all out in imitation.”
"It's a national bestseller," Winkle boasted. Everyone should learn of his great deeds and how he saved the world's gold from the Lich. "My treasure has to learn to protect itself, especially when I'm on adventures and not there to protect it. Minion Victor said you could help."
"I can indeed imbue your treasure with the ability to defend itself," said Jules, the caretaker.
"Then show me."
Victor and Julius climbed down from the mountain, and the chief of staff handed a purse full of gold to his servant. Winkle observed the scene carefully.
He sprinkled gold on the bridge, wrapped Juriris, and cast a spell on the bridge. "A living puppet."
To Fankel's amazement, the coins combined into a vague human form, a small, shiny engine of destruction. "It's a miniature version, but Jules can make a puppet as big as His Majesty," Manlin Victor said.
"They will obey His Majesty's orders and attack anyone who wants to steal your treasure without authorization." Juriris said. "I can add an alarm spell to the underground vault to alert you that there are intruders no matter how far away they are."
You will do this, and you will be rewarded for your good deeds. You will be transferred between Manling Victor and the other minions on my emergency ration priority list. You are now equals on the food chain with the kobold rangers. "
"I am honored by His Majesty's generosity."
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"'Why' is a mystery, but one needs to use something called c
est props to gain extra levels. This could be a way for the system to test whether users are ready for bigger challenges. "
Winkle vowed to talk to the dragons who created the system when he found them. "Where to find it?"
"Badges are strictly regulated by the Adventurer's Guild and the government," Jules explains. "The Gadmanian Guild confiscates all the badges they can and only issues them with the King's authorization." This allows them to control numbers and reduce the number of dangerous criminals. "
"I made the plea, but I doubted it would have any consequences," Victor said.
"Otherwise, I believe His Majesty can only conquer dungeons, complete tasks, or buy one on the black market."
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He frowned. "Corpse, repeat the last sentence."
"Since the crown often escapes government control, His Majesty could buy one on the black market for a fortune."
Yes, he did use that word. Buy. Just thinking about this made Fankel feel sick. "So I have to destroy more R&F to get a Crest," he said, refusing to consider other possibilities.
Jules said: "Your Majesty, you can also contact them if they are desperate." "The former Magmel created an artificial object called the Dark Crown, which can exceed the level limit, but will bring dangerous side effects. "
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s? Those pretentious fairies who pretended they created the world when in fact the dragons created it first? Winkle despised them as much as he despised the lich. "Can I get Crest for my mission with the princess?"
"I'm afraid I can't say. The crest was generated by the system without warning."
"Minion Victor, we're going to try to get a crown while we hunt the princess."
"Princess?" Victor answered the phone. "Is there an s?"
"I need three princesses now." Winkle confirmed in a serious tone.
"What?" Manlin Victor proved once again that he was terrible at math. "Three princesses? Why?"
"Because my hated opponent Bingfang caught a pair of twins." Winkle said, going crazy thinking that the frost dragon was faster than him. "I'm not going to overshadow my show-off day, so I have three princesses to show off."
For some reason, Victor put his hands on his face and sighed, "Unfortunately, Brandon Moore doesn't have a daughter, so we can't kidnap her."
"Minion, this is not a kidnapping, this is a capture. A real dragon is educated enough and would not kidnap a little princess." Moreover, Winkle heard that they had been crying.
"Your Majesty, it is rare for one princess to have a mission, let alone three."
"Minion, you are my dragon prime minister, my second in command, and the guardian of Fulibang." The dragon reminded his minion. "I pushed you hard because I knew you could handle it."
Manlin Victor stared blankly at his beloved master, in awe of this positive reinforcement. "Well, thank you, Your Majesty."
"You're welcome, minion," Winkle replied, "If necessary, we will capture the princesses individually rather than grouping them together. Also, we have a mission expert in the city. Ask her."
After his coronation, the Adventurers' Guild finally settled the matter and prepared a final noble dinner for Winkle, a guild manager in Mu
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settled and provided them with iron plates instead of copper ones.
The Manlin family sent Charlene to Manlin. Her skin was always red and she was always in a bad mood.
Winkle doesn't know why, but it should make her more willing to breed with Manlin Victor, which is why he encourages his minions to spend time with her. The dragon lost patience with his main servant's inability to produce a new brood, the only blemish on his otherwise perfect record.
"Charlene always feels bad when she sees me," Manlin Victor said. "Also, while I'm all for chasing the princess, we have more urgent matters to deal with. Namely food."
"Haven't you started solving this problem yet?" Winkle climbed out of the lava and peered over the edge of the crater with his head. "Look how green it is!"
Although the land next to the volcano was somewhat fertile, the area was too dry to provide Vaikl's guests with the food they needed for a day of bragging. So Minion Victor, ever the consummate man of action, organizes a great greening project and increases the Minion workforce. G
olls dug up the road from the sea to Mu
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The canals, the kobolds gathered trees to provide shade for the grass; the steel golem Rollo taught them how to use a tool called a spade, which can also be used to mine gold.
Fankel almost regretted firing him.
"Rollo and Allison planted trees, while the servants built irrigation canals or dug pits to pump water from underground sources in the mountains," Manlin Victor said. "According to Rollo, we need magical plants that can thrive in sandy soil and can remove salt from seawater. We are also experimenting with seawater greenhouses for agriculture—"
"Minions," Wacker interrupted. "25 is not 50. Try making shorter sentences."
The man blinked. "How do you count?" In short, what I want to say is that based on His Majesty's average diet, plus excessive diet, we need at least two hundred and fifty tons of meat to celebrate Show Off Day, and this is just a conservative estimate. "
Put Joris in his mind. "So, that's about 2,500 well-fed sheep, or 400 cattle, every day."
"Sheep, with an s." Wacker corrected him.
The corpse cannot understand Wankel's words, which reminds the dragon why he needs an interpreter when he is with animals. "Your Majesty, the plural of sheep is sheep."
"Of course not," Winkle replied, educating the minion. "How else can you tell one sheep from many sheep?" It can be confusing. "
"Your Majesty, I insist-"
"I'm a dragon. Either you call me a sheep, or I'm a sheep."
Julius said nothing, and Manlin Victor put a hand on his back and shook his head. "And, Your Majesty," said the chief of staff. "We have no way of feeding our own minions, let alone so many dragons."
"Minions, you didn't notice that there are enough rations in my castle." Winkle said, staring at the natives and werewolves. Only the kobold, who could not bear the sacrifice, could only hide from his people. "And it also means fewer people to feed."
"I'd rather not," Manlin Victor said.
"Then summon demons. There are plenty of them, but they are smelly and bitter."
"At this rate, I think Hell will be depopulated faster than Heaven. Your Majesty, we need more resources, more food than we can provide right now. I used all our resources and even asked Jules to The countryside has been searched for decades for corpses, treated as if they were immortal, and a two-month window is still too short.”
"Well, Victor, since you use seawater greenhouses, you must have accumulated a lot of salt, right?" Juris said, "It is very popular, especially to delay the degradation of zombies." I can use me and Gar Demani's connections exchanged them for fresh meat. "
"I will give you one-tenth of the commission." Winkel encouraged the undertaker.
"In order to raise funds, I have been trying other activities," Victor Manling crossed his arms, "Since His Majesty prohibits paying taxes and has an underground vault, they can protect the deposits from being stolen by thieves and get a share of it. ."
Winkle glanced knowingly at his servant. "No one in their right mind would steal something from a dragon, is that what you mean?"
"I didn't know His Majesty was still alive!" the slave protested.
Winkle considered the offer. Protecting the world's treasures appealed to him, but on the other hand, it went against his dragon instinct to keep other people's things without claiming them as his own. This sounds a lot like a banker, which is a stupid absurdity. "Do we really need meat that much?" he asked his chief of staff.
"Yes. Yes, we are."
Fankel didn't believe it. They desperately needed meat to feed his guests and entourage. If they sacrifice the latter, they will satisfy the former.
However, he could tell that Manlin Victor was desperate to save as many of them as possible; Winkle grew fond of some of them, especially the kobold rangers.
After suffering from Frieben and his hard work, Winkel decided to indulge his chief of staff. He would make sacrifices for show off day. "Then in my empire, no treasure is defenseless. If minions and hoarders are worried about their safety, they can send me their treasures and I will protect them from the Fulibins of the world. harm."
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"Well, now we're officially Dragon Switzerland," Manlin Victor said, although Winkle couldn't understand the last word.
"I also declare that all creatures who die under my charge shall be resurrected as sentient undead like kobold rangers." "No death is needed to end their fulfilling work. They shall serve me in death, It’s the same when you’re alive.”
"For moral reasons, I will not raise thinking undead creatures. His Majesty needs size-"
"I'll handle this," Manlin Victor said, putting a hand on Julius's shoulder. "Your Majesty, may I make an exception?"
"Minion, you're not going to die on my watch, not until we run out of other minions and I starve to death," Wankel said, before he remembered that the fragile Manlin might die of old age.
"Although I won't do it, I can ask a less ethical colleague to turn you into a thinking immortal and bring you back, Victor," the persuasive Julius suggested, although his chief of staff seemed Not really liking the idea, "Vampire or ghoul? Maybe even a lich, if you're willing to sacrifice yourself to Camille-"
"No lich!" Winkle roared, making the crater tremble. "Minion, I forbid you to become a lich!"
"I'd rather live longer than be immortal forever," Victor said.
But if you think about it carefully, Manling Victor is indeed a mortal and fragile. Fankel almost lost him to Furibang. They needed to fix this quickly before he became a miserable minion. "Manling Victor, how long can Manling live?"
"I don't know, eighty years?" Winkle laughed at the meager number, and the servant frowned. "Some of us live to be a hundred years old!"
"You can use your hit points to calculate your lifespan, Victor," Jules said. "Divide your maximum hit points by six; if you have anti-aging powers, you can double that because your Aging will be twice as slow. Other elements can extend lifespan or directly grant anti-aging abilities, such as the "Sabra Claims" skill or the undead type.
The servant did the calculations, and so did Fankle. "245?" That was the number given by his chief of staff. "Can I live to be 245?"
"I will live to be two thousand years old," Winkle boasted, unaware of the problem. "Dragons also die of old age?"
"No one dies of old age," said the undertaker. "Based on my research, you have a fifty to sixty percent chance of dying from violence, whether in combat or looting, and a twenty percent chance of dying from disease."
"That's not a problem for us," Winkel responded confidently, but he found the number worrying. 250 years is too short. "Minions".
"Yeah?"
"Find a way to live forever. You still have a lot of work to do."
