"Are you sure, Manling Victor?" Winkle asked, watching his servant move the strawberry cake in front of the Crystal Fairy. "It seems like a waste of good food."
"Definitely," said his man of action. "Come on, try it."
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He cast an exorcism spell with his finger and a beam of light hit the cake. When the food was intact, a dark red aura escaped from it and let out a terrifying scream.
You've Exorcised: The Devil Strawberry Cake.
"It worked, Manling Victor!" His first spell! "I am a wizard!"
The dragon stayed in his cave for several days, practicing the spells Jules taught him. Since Winkle never bothered to learn how to read Manlin, he had Coffin teach him how to read scrolls and grimoires.
The dragon quickly picked it up. Winkle could have sworn that it took him years to learn to speak the original language of his minions, hundreds of years ago.
“Should work great against Brandon Moore,” his entourage said. "His enhancements make him dangerous, but if His Majesty uses exorcism to attack his demon-slaying weakness, they should be able to dispel them."
"Then I'll eat him." Wacker nodded in agreement.
"Then it's my turn..." The servant raised his scythe like a cane. "Death Candle."
A small ghost made of blue ghostly flames appears above the cake, like a candle. It stared at Manling Victor with two yellow eyes without saying a word. "Okay. I can cast spells with my scythe. It must be the benefit of [Scythe Lord]."
"Minions, my guests can't eat ghosts," Fankle pointed out, and the fire spirit looked at him. "You should learn to summon demons, like a delicious Malfoy."
"Level by level, Your Majesty."
"Have you found a way to break the curse of the Crystal Elf?" Winkel asked, looking at the trapped beautiful girls. "While they make great decorations, we dragons prefer talking, singing princesses over stuffed princesses."
"Unfortunately, no one in the Cuckoo Forest has magic powerful enough to crush them. Malfi said that his company may have the necessary tools, but he would have to ask his executives. Charlene also told me that Roland King Gadmani will come in person, and the original words are, "Rescue his niece, meet the man who calls himself the Emperor of Moulin, and reward him with a share of his achievements." I think he'll bring a more powerful wizard, maybe Kia. "
"What do you call yourself?" Fankel retorted angrily. "I am the emperor!"
Your (Emperor) class is no longer recognized. "Of course it is!"
Your Emperor will not be recognized until you defeat your class: Brandon Moore. "Minion, when is that moth going to attack us?" Winkle narrowed her eyes, eager for revenge.
"He should have done it a long time ago," replied Manlin Victor. "Kia must have damaged his flying fortress badly and wasted his time. I promoted every able-bodied servant I could find, got everyone ready for the siege, and bought it from Malfoy arms--"
"Buy?" Fankel stared at his servant, horrified. There is no way his servants would recklessly appropriate his treasure!
"With my own money," Victor assured his master, although this still shocked the dragon. "What I'm trying to say is, I'm not worried about Moore coming. The only questions are when and how many soldiers."
"How many steaks?" Long corrected him. Fankel almost wished that the moth would arrive on his bragging day so that he could smash it in style in front of his brothers. almost.
Someone frantically rang the doorbell of the vault, causing Winkle and Victor to look at the door. "Open the door!" A spell cast by his spellcaster servant caused the vault door to widen, revealing the kobold ranger.
"Bird, your majesty!" the kobold Red said in panic. "There is a big bird in the sky!"
"Bird?" Victor panicked. "Maul has a fleet?"
"More than one!" Lan Lan panicked. "Six with big wings and puffs of smoke!"
"Minions, those aren't Iron Birds," Wankel clarified energetically. “Here they come! Get the appetizers ready!”
Man Ling began to panic. "But, but, but they should be here tomorrow!"
"Ah, by the way, I forgot to tell you that dragons are different from you. They are very smart. When there is a banquet, they will arrive early so that they can eat the best part in front of their competitors."
"Is Your Majesty implying that my people are mentally retarded?" Manlin Victor tried to defend his race's non-existent honor. "We humans have an average of 10 intelligences, more than most species."
Impossible, Vaik started at 9 o'clock.
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Working hours usually start at ten o'clock.
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"Menu," Winkle said, his voice cold. "Show me my original IQ score, before I got the grade system."
INT score before class: 8 points.
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"Your Majesty? Why are you twitching? You scared me."
"Menu," Fankle repeated, his voice more ominous this time. "What is my correct score?"
INT score before class: 8 points. “No, it’s not! What’s my true score?”
Pre-class INT score: square root 64 points.
"It's better," Winkle said, pleased with the higher numbers. "We will welcome our first guests immediately so that I can smugly demonstrate my superior strength and unrivaled wisdom. Kobolds!"
"What is it, Your Majesty?"
"Tell the other minions to prepare snacks. Hurry!" The kobolds scurried away, and Winkle closed the vault door behind them. "Minion Victor, remember what I told you. When I brag, you have to echo me unless a dragon talks to you first, and every time someone mentions me, you have to repeat that I'm good, Very smart and very rich.”
"Your Majesty, I have always wanted to ask you, can you not mention rank and rank?"
"Servant, I have rediscovered this ancient dragon system," Winkle reminded his man of action. "Why can't I brag?"
"Because once other dragons learn about treasure, they will compete with you for treasure."
He fears for his master's safety and long-term dominance. cute. "Good, it'll keep me sharp," Winkle replied, accepting the challenge. “It’s not good for my reputation if I’m the strongest of my kind because they’re all weak; does anyone brag about being the best man? Or the best troll? No, because no one wants to be the best man. Everybody wants to be the best dragon because dragons are awesome.”
"But your greed-"
"Minion, since there is nothing greater than my treasure, it is fair for me to brag. Silence invites accusations of fraud and I will prove that my wealth is self-earned. In the end, without this system, I have no ability Cure the evil Fu
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Curse, he must be destroyed. Other dragons must know in case the lich is released from the seal. "
Manlin Victor put his hands on his face. "I knew this day would come..."
"Of course, I told you," Vai
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k. He had an idea and teleported instantly while standing on the highest tower of the castle under the bright sunlight.
Winkle glanced at his domain and saw that his servants had completed the renovation of the castle as per his orders, even adding a stone crown to the tallest tower. perfect.
"Slave!" Fankel called the chief of staff beside him, and then let out a majestic roar, because his staff almost fell from the top of the tower.
Up above, the six dragons responded with roars of their own, and swarms of dragons settled on the roofs of the various towers to nest; the servants in the castle paused for a moment to glance at them through the windows, for which Winkle was not punished them. Being in his company is already an honor and more of his kind is an overdose of the senses.
As he expected, his first guests were his close relatives, including his favorite cousin, the brown wind dragon Ge
alissime. Following him are three pony-sized dragons, the offspring of his mating with Blight Swamp. Like their mother, they are both black, but Winkel hopes they have inherited their father's wisdom. He also noticed that his niece, Julie the Red Dragon, was all grown up.
Unfortunately, there is one exception: a white frost dragon with icicle spikes on its back, staring smugly at Winkle with a pair of smug blue eyes. "Icefang," Winkle said in ancient dragon tongue, glaring at his hated rival. The smug lizard grew almost as big as the big red dragon. "Still unable to have children?"
"Winkel, are you still poor?" Bingya also punched back and flew over the castle without landing at all. This was a very exaggerated action. "Now it's King Bingya!"
"I've never been poor!"
"Compared to me, you are!"
"Your treasure is made of silver!" retorted Winkle, refusing to be upstaged on his big day. "That doesn't count! It's not bright enough!"
"Wealth is endless!" Bingya shouted. "I hope you can back up your boast, because I can count every coin!"
"Then count to the end of time!"
Aside from the natural rivalry between red dragons and frost dragons - since red dragons are obviously bigger and richer - Icefang has made it his life goal to usurp Wenk as the greatest dragon of them all, and in Awakening Spend all your time collecting more treasures, beautiful princesses and the best minions while playing. He always failed, and fifty years of naps only worsened his misery.
Winkle would tell him the true meaning of being rich.
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!" Winkle's niece Julie landed on a tower near him. She had grown into a small, elegant red dragon, bigger than an elephant. "Happy Bragging Day!"
"Julie, you've grown up!" Winkle saluted his niece as he would his cousin. "Nice to meet you too, dear sir!"
"How could I miss my dear cousin's show-off day?" the wind dragon replied happily as his flock of dragons landed on his father's back. "Children, I present to you your distant cousin, Vaik Knight Baine. Vink, this is Valor, this is Sage, and this is Fort."
"Money? One of them is called Cou
asked the dragon of ageux, his eyes as big as his father's.
"How much?" replied his sister Sage, while a third tried to say the word "gold."
"Oh, they are saying the first words!" Wenkel was extremely happy, and Geneelsim nodded with his father's pride. "They have your eyes."
"Thank you, but we have to discuss an important issue." Ge
ialissime frowned. "A powerful enemy is among us"
"Evil Furibang," Vacker replied grimly.
"Your servant messenger told us about the Gold Killer Freeborn and his crazy plan to turn the world's gold into lead." "Where is he?"
"I defeated Fuliben, my servant Victor," Winkle said, putting his hand on the shy Manlin Victor's back and pushing him forward, "and sealed his twisted soul in his scythe Here. Manling Victor, let them see!"
Seeing so many dragons looking up at him, Manling Victor was anxious. He raised his weapon and showed the dark soul hidden in his heart. "Manlin Victor did a great thing for the Dragon Clan, sealing away this depraved lead lover," ge
alissime website claims. "I recommend not letting the dragon eat Victor Manling until he dies after completing his sacred duty."
"As long as the evil Vengeance Star remains sealed, I welcome this proposal," Bing Fang said.
"Well, thank you..." Manlin said, taking a step back, when Long's eyes became nervous.
Ge
ialissime whistle. "Waqor, your chief of staff can speak dragon language, can he still understand it?"
"I taught him well," Winkle boasted. He knew Manlin Victor would make a good impression on him!
"That's because His Majesty is kind, smart, and wealthy," his servant confirmed. "Not necessarily in that order."
"Anyone can teach dragon language." Bingya answered. "It's nothing to brag about. Dragon language is so simple that even lower animals can learn it!"
"Bingfang, are you implying that the language of the dragon is at the same level as the backward language of the Manling people?" Genilisim replied angrily. "It takes extraordinary effort to teach our complex and noble language to a member of a lower race, and yet that primitive humanoid speaks just like a native!"
"While I'm proud that my Chief of Staff has inherited my unparalleled genius, do you think this is more worthy of bragging than defeating the evil Nemesis?" Winkle asked, angry that they didn't celebrate his great victory. cheer.
"You can't boast." Bingfang replied. "Based on your own War for the Horde, which my own Chief of Staff found to be poorly written, by the way, Manlin Victor gave the final blow that sealed the evil Freebon. You It’s impossible to destroy the Lich forever on your own, so that doesn’t count.”
"Unfortunately, I agree with you." "This only belongs to Manling Victor."
"But he is my slave!" Vai
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protested. "I chose him and prepared him! When I found him, he was just a homeless thief! I made him the best chief of staff in the world!"
"You can boast that you have chosen a great servant, and that is worthy of boasting, but it would be unfair to claim Furibang's death as yours, Wankel," Genilisim said. "I'm sorry, cousin, I can't give you full marks for your boast."
"That's an insult!" Winkel replied angrily. "I won't sit idly by! Look at the castle I took from the Lich! See those towers? See the lava?"
"Hmm...seven towers." Bingfeng hesitated, even though he admired the building. "Very well. This is a very fine castle."
"This is the largest castle in the world, filled with the majesty of my dragons! Hundreds of undead minions built it!"
"But can it fly?" Bingfang was critical and was ignored by others.
"Uncle Winkle, do you have immortal servants?" Julie blinked in awe.
"Hundreds of them!" Winkle boasted, and the dragon was surprised by this status symbol. "What I don't eat, I feed!"
"Uh, you still eat minions?" Julie complained, not as enthusiastically as before. "Should you brag?"
"My niece is a cattle farmer," Winkle said to his bewildered chief of staff, sighing. "She only eats dumb animals and cows."
He finds the dragon's movements ridiculous, as any living creature has the fundamental right to be eaten by him. Discrimination makes them no better than Manlin.
Furthermore, he had heard that she allowed her attendants to ride on her back, which struck him as unsociable. He hoped her rebellious phase wouldn't last another century.
"Manlin and other sentient creatures have souls, just like us," Julie said. Most of the other dragons rolled their eyes or snickered. "Yes, it is morally wrong to eat them and kidnap their princess."
"Except the elves," Winkle said to his chief of staff. "The elf is fine."
"While I appreciate your stance on not eating my own kind, why don't you extend this kindness to the elves?" Victor asked. "They're people too."
"Your chief of staff has little training, Fankel," Bingfang said. "He spoke out of turn."
"No, it's okay, I have to explain animal husbandry to him too!" Julie replied, then turned to Manlin Victor and spoke in a teacher-like tone. "Manling Victor, elves are not people. They are elves. They eat grass like cattle, and they are the best princesses."
"Did you release the one I caught on your first bragging day?" Wankel asked his niece, and she nodded respectfully. "Very well. Every dragon must take care to protect wild animals."
"Princesses are an endangered species in the north due to overhunting by unscrupulous dragons," Bingfang lamented. “I wish more people of my kind would be environmentally conscious.”
"Blightswamp has been trying to find a way to protect them through captivity," Ge
ialissime said. However, she has not yet found a way for a noble lady to become a princess. She thinks they need a knight to complete the transformation. "
"The princess only appears in the wild." Bingya replied contemptuously. "Besides, what's the fun in raising a princess at home? Hunting is half the fun."
Although Fankel despised the ice plains, he couldn't agree more. He considered using his [Dynasty] Pe
K came to create nobles, then princesses, before realizing that this would diminish the value of wild maidens.
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The emperor made a bold move. "Tomorrow is the day for me to really brag. In front of other guests, as a reward for your quick arrival, I will let you see my treasure first!"
"Oh, that should be fun." Bingfang said. "I'm sure you can't even shower in it!"
