It was a starry night and Fankle was about to deliver his boastful speech.
After yesterday's elven appetizers, his gluttonous guests gathered in the Cuckoo's town square for the main feast. Dragons rest and converse, either on the ground or in dens made of minions' houses, as Wankel's servants provide them with an almost endless supply of sheep, cattle, and cooked demons.
There were no treasures to show - just the thought of this broke Wink's heart, even though he had too much dignity to cry - Mu
mu
i
The emperor ordered half of his servants to serve food to distract the dragon while the other half went in search of anything that might be considered a treasure.
Fortunately, the moth hordes left gifts behind when they died or retreated, including in the remains of the metallic birds. Gleaming weapons, gleaming armor, and cattle money to pay the moth's servants...
However, the number of swords is surprisingly small. Vai
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Hopefully this imitation hound will bring in at least one of them.
His remaining servants, those who survived the battle, did their best to collect a cache of treasures next to his statue. It was a nice treasure, but not as good as the perfect, golden wonder he had dedicated to the goddess of greed. He can brag, but that doesn't solidify his status as the greatest dragon.
Thank goodness he put the crystallized princess on top. They sort of make up for the rest, with Bingya furious that his twin princess record was upstaged.
"We can only find so much, Your Majesty," said the Flying Chancellor, throwing his scythe and all his magic items over the treasure in a sign of loyalty. The other minions followed suit and returned all their magic items to the Great Treasure House in accordance with the life cycle requirements.
"Where are the things I lent you?" Winkle asked, noticing that several people were missing.
"I, uh." Victor scratched the back of his head. “I kind of lost them, to be honest.”
Fankel immediately guessed what was going on. "That fairy thief!" Long was enraged. "She not only took your life, she also snatched your body afterwards!"
"No, no, I-"
"Only I can profit from the remains of my servants!" Vai
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roar. "She robbed you and she robbed me!" I swear on your head, Manling Victor, one day I will cook and eat that fairy!"
"Why do you swear on my head?" Manling Victor complained. "I've already lost it once."
"That's right, because you'll never lose it again." Winkle gave his favorite minion a knowing look. "This guarantees that my prediction will come true."
"Today is your day to brag. I'm not questioning your logic."
"Yes, that's why it's called logic," Winkle replied.
"Also, King Roland, Kya and Gadmani's royal entourage have come to pick up Princess Mayville," Manlin Victor explained. "They panicked a bit when they noticed dragons feasting and dead demons littering the road, but calmed down after Charlene told them you killed Moore." From what she told me. Look, the king wasn't surprised at all. "
It's obvious that Manlyen King is a smart guy. "I will condescend to treat them as my guests, just in time for my boastful speech," Winkle said magnanimously as his kobold servants brought him a load of cooked beef and creamy poison sauce.
Thirty Manlin knights rode toward him, led by Manlin Charin. This reminded Winkle of the time he ate the Duchess of Yuska, except that these Manlins seemed too civilized to attack.
"Your Majesty, King Roland Gadmani." One of the knights called out. He was a tall, bearded old man riding a white horse. The man was shirtless and draped in a long mink coat, which Winkel had to admit looked good on his treasure; he wore a diamond crown on his head and slung across his back A two-handed golden axe. The knight Kea was riding her griffon to his right, and some kind of dark elf was flying with her own magic on his left.
Knight Chia cast a dismayed glance at the piled weapons, destroyed houses, and smoking wreckage of the Iron Eagle. "I missed the big fight," she said, sounding disappointed. "I missed the big fight."
"Yeah, it would be much better if you showed up." Manlin Victor said, landing awkwardly on the ground. Since his pet was destroyed, he was forced to learn to fly to get around, not fully mastering this great dragon skill.
"Vic?" Kia recognized his chief of staff. "What's wrong with you? Is that a tail sticking out of your pants?"
"Puberty," Manlin Victor replied, causing the Dark Elf to laugh and Knight Chia to chuckle. "And, it's now 'What's Happiness?'"
"It has lost its vitality," replied the Dark Elf.
"My minister has been Winkelized," Winkel said, sighing when people's eyes turned to him. Did he have to teach them everything? This is a verb meaning to become awesome. I vanity that village, we vanity the world, this is vanity, this meal is vanity...it goes with everything, just like my name. "
"Will vanity become our national language?" Victor asked in his usual strange tone. Now, his master is used to it.
"I'm thinking about it, but the road to civilizing you is long and fraught with trials," Winkle replied.
King Manling, who had been observing this scene carefully, finally spoke. "Emperor Winkle," he said, looking at Winkle in a way that reminded the dragon of the way a lion looks at his opponent. "I've been hearing about you for a while and you didn't disappoint. You're exactly like I imagined you would be."
"Yes, standing before you is the most powerful Emperor." Winkel asserted his title, lest the hierarchy bother him again. "Mu
mu
i
of the Emperor, and the Alban Mountains. "
Roland, the king of Manling, replied: "As far as I know, there is also Ishfania." "You killed the devil before he bombed our city and made a great contribution to Gadmani. This kind of An act of friendship never goes unrewarded.”
"Fifteen million," Winkle replied, and the Manlin frowned in confusion. "The bounty you put on my head does not represent my net worth, and I find it insulting. Therefore, I ask that you increase it to reflect that."
"This is not the figure His Majesty gave me yesterday," his minister pointed out.
"Quiet, Manling Victor," Winkel shushed his chief of staff.
"Don't you know?" Roland asked Manling. "I froze your bounty a month ago. I once told you not to let Gadmani's adventurers go after your head."
"Ah, but that's free experience and wealth!" Vai
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complained.
"Your Majesty, we left our previous hideout because they kept harassing us." "And, I'm sure we have many enemies who will want our heads."
King Manling Roland cleared his throat. "The bounty is for the enemy, I am willing to come as a friend."
"Only Manling Victor has won this title," Winkel harshly criticized the upstart, stating that he was withdrawing various Manlings.
"As a good neighbor, then," King Roland replied. "As long as you return my niece to me, I won't quarrel with you."
"I, Winkle, unlike you bandits, I do not tax or infringe on the private property of my servants." Winkel replied proudly. "After tonight, I will release your princess back into the wild. But you'd better agree to my favor."
"Of course," King Roland replied, proving himself to be a civilized man, unlike the tasteless Duchess. "What do you want?" Land, honor, title..."
"No tax!"
Winkle's roar caused some of the dining guests to raise their eyes and look at him. "What if there is no tax?" King Roland frowned.
"I won't give you a penny of the treasure I earned from burning fat!" Vai
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claim. "I want all my missions without being robbed! No guild dues, no taxes, nothing! Over!"
"Deal." The king agreed immediately, as if hoping that if he didn't take advantage of the opportunity, the dragon would change his mind. "V&V will forever waive all fees normally applicable to adventure companies."
"But, but..." Manlinshalin made a face. “How do I sustain a local chapter?”
"The kingdom will fund it," King Roland replied scornfully. “It is vital that we maintain good relations with the new Ishfaniya government.”
"New government?" Victor answered the phone.
"Ishfania's army was destroyed, Moore died, and the country was gone. Although it was a demon-infested desert, it had resources. Enough countries like the Eternal Empire, Bahrain, and even Pladen might Trying to claim it. I'd rather avoid a new war of the century and fill the vacuum as quickly as possible."
"But I squashed the moth!" Vai
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protested. "I saved a lot of treasure from him!"
"That's right, so I propose a treaty," said the king. "Ghadmani will recognize you as Emperor of Ishfania, making it an official adventuring nation; you can still enjoy all the benefits of the Adventurer's Guild and rule your territory as you wish. In exchange, I ask you to solemnly swear that our two countries will never take up arms against each other and unite to deal with external threats. Together we will protect the treaty."
"Oh, I will never lose my emperor class!" Vai
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accomplish. "Brilliant! I accept this respect!"
King Manling nodded solemnly, then turned to his Archmage. "Nostradam, a map of the continent, a pen."
The dark elf snapped his fingers, conjuring a tool, and King Manlin drew a line on it. "These are the Alban Mountains. They will serve as the border between your dominion and Gadmani."
"But these mountains are mine," Wankel insisted. "Mu
mu
i
,Ishfa
ia and Albai
Emperor of the mountains. "
The king looked up at the dragon, then at the ruins of Iron Eagle, and finally back to Winkle. "As long as we retain ownership of the powerstone deposits we've mined."
"I, Vaqu'ir, am too rich to debase myself and take your treasure for myself." The dragon tried to sound generous.
"Then I agree to your request," the king replied, drawing a large tract of land on the map. "This is all yours."
"Vai
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K
ightsba
e. "The dragon began to say his new title aloud, full of joy. "His name is the first, Catastrophe of the Age, Guardian of Treasures, Mu
mu
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,Ishfa
ia and Albai
Emperor of the mountains. "
"Your Majesty," Knight Chia began.
"Really?" Winkle and King Roland said in unison. The dragon was disappointed when the knight turned to her fellow Manlings.
"I immediately requested to be transferred to the position of Resident
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Ambassador of the Empire. "
"What?" King Manling was shocked for the first time. "Ms. Kia, what does this mean?"
"Kia, what the hell?" The dark elves echoed the king's emotions, and the knights present whispered.
"The remnants of Mur's army are still there," Kachin replied. "And the melodiuse escaped justice."
"But Kia..."
"I missed that big fight!" Knight Kia cut off her ally. "No!"
The king looked her over, then nodded. "Very good," he replied. "You are the hero of the Golden Fields. If you believe you can defend Gadmani from outside invasion, I will not stop you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." The knight nodded, then turned to Winkle. "The prerequisite is that the emperor accepts me."
"I must discuss it with my chief of staff." Winkle winced at his favorite servant and said to him in a very, very low voice: "Manling Victor?"
"Really?" he whispered.
"Have you given birth?"
The look on his face told him that no, he didn't. Realizing that his desperate minions would never reproduce without help, the dragon took the matter for himself.
"I agree, Kia Cavalier," Winkle shouted. "Because the capital of my empire is under renovation, you are expected to take a room at Manling Victor's residence. Therefore, our Chiefs of Staff will practice close minion diplomacy, Manling Roland."
"Yes!" Nate Kia pumped his fist. "Thank you, I won't let you down."
"I think we're done," King Roland said, turning to his elven wizard. "Can you free my niece from prison?"
"The caster's level is higher than mine, but with my artifacts and optimized special skills, this is nothing, Your Majesty."
"When the celebration is over, you should release my princesses," Winkle said, reaching for the buffet. "Now, eat! My servants will let you get your share of the sheep!"
"With pleasure, Emperor Wankel," King Roland of Manling said as he and his entourage dismounted and led them to dinner with their dog's head.
wait.
If Fankle waits until the Bull Wizard removes Manling Victor's Death Fear status, he can be resurrected more cheaply by treating Jules with a corpse or delicious Malfi.
By being late, the uneducated king lost his money!
Fankle tried to keep a straight face for the sake of his audience, but inside he was furious.
"Did you just bring me and Kia together?" Victor asked Winkel after the guests had gone away. He didn't know that the host had been greatly hurt.
"Raising minions is a long tradition of dragons," Winkle replied, hoping that Manling Victor's descendants would inherit his wings and tail. "If he had come sooner, I would have said that your Bandit King is half civilized."
"He's a little short of asking us for money," said the always pessimistic Manlin Victor.
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g Victo
)explain. "He passed on to you the responsibility for cleaning up the demon-infested country, gained a dragon ally, and retained all interests in the Alban Mountains without having to free up troops to protect them from the Maul. And, I I believe Charlene will look after us for him, even if she hasn’t before.”
"But no more taxes," Winkel said, pointing to the really important issue.
"But no more taxes," Manlin Victor replied with a sigh.
Anyway, it's time.
Winkle glanced at his guests and attendants, saw them all present, and let out a great roar. All eyes turned to him and the dragon cleared its throat. The always loyal Manlin Victor nodded in support of his master.
"Brothers and sisters, servants and servants," Winkle began. "It is with great pride that I bring you together to admire the bounty of my realm, my countless riches, and my three, yes, three princesses."
"The princesses are not dancing." Bingfang replied immediately. "Six out of ten!"
"I said eight," Ge
ialissime retorted. "Because Winkle has two spares, which is bragging."
"Three princesses in one place amplified their princess temperament." Black Demon Wither Swamp agreed in a scientific tone. "And, Vai
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The fact that three were captured from different species supports my theory that the princess is a contagious disease. "
"But they're not triplets!" Icefa
g nitpicking. “Food is the only thing worth bragging about! Look at his little savings!”
Winkle ignored his opponent, although he noticed that the dragon wasn't very interested in his treasure.
There is nothing here.
"Of course, you must have heard that I have collected more gold treasures," Winkle continued, waving to Manlin Victor. "I sacrificed it all to resurrect my most precious treasure, my cherished, dragon-turned Chief of Staff."
The dragon whispered between them, and Victor knelt down in gratitude. "The best dragon!" the minions cheered. "The best dragon ever!"
Although Fankel was pleased, he gave them a look that silenced them. He waited for the audience to quiet down, then spoke louder.
"The rumors are true."
When in doubt, show up.
"Yes, you heard that right! I, Fankle, have accumulated so much money that I can afford to spend it!"
His radical declaration drew gasps from the audience as he turned this disaster into victory.
"That's how rich I am!" Winkle kept boasting. "I'm rich, I can spend 12 million gold coins to save a minion!"
"Heresy!" Bingfeng screamed, and the other guests were speechless after hearing his shameless words. "A dragon won't spend all his savings!"
"That's a poor dragon's reaction!" retorted Fankle, his opponent furious at the insult. "A truly rich dragon should be rich. Twelve million dollars is not worth a penny!"
"What about the rest?" one of the dragon guests asked.
"Look around you!" Winkle held out a hand to his wondrous land. "This is my treasure!" I, Venquier, have built an empire based on the principles of the Enlightened Dragon! In this country, my servants will never leave me, even if I die, in this country Here, demons can exchange souls without paying taxes to humans! An empire where greed is the law!"
"You use a large amount of undead labor?" Knight Chia blinked, noticing Malfoy, his face flushed. "You exchanged your soul for the devil?!"
"No...it's not as bad as you think..." Manlin Victor winced, while Knight Kia clenched her jaw.
Winkle ignored them and showed the audience the iron plate around his neck. "I have become an adventurer! The fragile Manlin are afraid of trolls and fairies, and they send me gold as tribute to protect their treasure!"
"Waikr, you became a banker?"
al was petrified. "But that's a slave's job!"
"I'm not a banker," Winkle replied. "I am the keeper of the hoards! Of all the hoards! I slew the monstrous Freeborn in the First War of the Takhans, and the Moth King in the Second War! I discovered He gained the ancient dragon system and gained the power to protect the dragon's way of life and prevent those people from turning it into lead!"
"Absurd!" Bingya rolled his eyes. "A 'system' that gives you power and money? If you have easy access to it, why can't I? Because it doesn't exist and I can prove it right now!"
"No, no!" Manlin Nostradam began to panic, and Winkel worried whether new moths were coming to ruin his moment. "The only requirement to get into level one is to understand the system and meet the initial criteria for the beginner course! They don't have-"
"Waikr, if this 'system' exists, then let it appear in front of me immediately!"
Bingya stopped roaring and seemed to glance at the invisible words in front of him.
Everyone fell silent at his reaction, and Winkle smirked triumphantly.
"I...I saw a message..." Frost Dragon narrowed his eyes. "Congratulations! Through your resentment and dragon ego, you gained a rank in "Noble". "Noble? I am the King!"
"Oh? So, if I say I can be a wizard, can I be one?"
Alissime blinked, apparently receiving his own message. He pointed a paw at a house and opened a latch, surprising everyone.
"This job." Ge
ialissime rejoice. "Success!"
"Me too!" shouted a red dragon, casting a weak spell in one sentence. "I am a wizard!"
"Oh, this is so interesting!" said another guest. The non-dragon guest's skin turned white due to Vai
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Incomprehensible. "I need to improve my cooking skills, so I want to become a chef!"
"Will it make me a better Minion manager?" Julie asked. "Mine keeps running away!"
"Sage," Blightmarsh said to one of her draconians. "You can be a princess! Dragon Princess!"
"Princess!" replied the daughter.
Almost immediately, Vai
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Guests began to play the game and began to claim themselves to be wizards, knights and nobles. Only the idiot Blight Swamp failed to replicate the true princess temperament, which was even beyond the capabilities of the system.
"This...this is all true!" Bingya's eyes widened and he turned to Roland. "Open King!"
"Really?" King Gadmani watched the show more stoically than his monstrous brethren.
"Give me a plate!" Bingya ordered arrogantly. "It is a great honor for you that a talented dragon like me is willing to agree to your request, but for your gold and silver, I will be happy to do so!"
"Silver!" Vai
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chuckled.
"The luster of silver is enough for storage!" Bingya replied angrily, and then shamelessly stole his opponent's catchphrase. "I was a dragon, now I'm an adventurer!"
"Me too!" Julie added, "I want to go on an adventure and find a servant I can love like an uncle!"
"I wonder if the Manlin people can pay me not to attack them," Yilong said. "This way, I get something for nothing. Passive income!"
“Oh, great idea, but I love getting rewarded for eating better!”
King Manlin said nothing, and his followers were pale and frightened. Instead, he turned directly to Manlin Charlene. "You have."
"What is it, Your Majesty?"
"You handle this," the king ordered. "Do as Long says. If they want to create their own adventure company with Gadmani's support, the Guild will accommodate them. We have enough people in this world who want to be Morris and Unclaimed Rewards; dragons willing to care for them are welcome, as long as they don't eat the quest giver."
Seeing Manlin Charlene's cold face, Victor's friend laughed, hugged his chest, and rolled on the ground.
"Really, Manling Victor!" Winkel was as delighted as his chief of staff, as the banquet was drowned in a buzz of lively discussion. "Like G
a
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ake invented princess hunting, me, Vai
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, inspiring a new era of dragon adventure!"
He will brag about his vision until the end of the world!
"We're screwed," Manlin Victor replied, laughing with tears in his eyes. “So destined, it became art!”
