Knight Baine, His Name, Age of Tribulation, Mu
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, the Emperor of Ishfania and the Alban Mountains, and all the guardians, have been waiting for this moment for a long time.
He let nothing distract him; for a whole month he sat upon his ever-increasing treasure, waiting in his vast coffers. He counted every day of these thirty days of patience, meditation, and concentration; every hour that stood between him and this golden moment of pure bliss.
As the minutes that separated him from his greatest pleasure turned into seconds, the stress became almost unbearable. His nervous breathing echoed in the basement, and his eyes widened greedily.
Then, it finally happened.
A huge pile of gold, shining like the sun, appeared before Winkle, perfectly molded into the metal.
"Yes!" Fankel exclaimed with relief, hugging the pile of coins as tenderly as a father would hold his child. He had no words to describe the joy he felt after a full month of separation. "Great, everything is fine, you are safe!" I will never let you go again...ever. "
The dragon enjoys the warmth and comfort of having his wealth returned to him, his favorite Pe
K started working again. Finally, everything is back to normal.
He had to brag.
"Slave!" His cherished chief of staff suddenly appeared beside him, wearing trousers and tripping over his master's gold. He seemed to remain seated until Winkle called him. "Look! My [allowance] is back! Manlin Victor, you..."
What does his minion smell like?
"Manling Victor, you stink like the peasants of your kind!" Winkle complained as his servant stood up and put on his trousers again. His servants also changed their black cloaks into crimson robes and hoods that better matched his wings and tail. "How did I tell you to take a shower?"
"Your Majesty summoned me when he was going to the toilet, what else did you expect?! The scent of roses?"
"Yes, you people do have that problem," Winkle said with an air of condescension. "I hope your dragon transformation will fix that, but I guess you'd better have a gorgeous tail. I suggest you get rid of that half of your manling as soon as possible."
"As if you are stronger than him..." Manling Victor frowned, and he realized that, yes, his master was stronger than him. "Wait, you never... you never... uh."
"Yes, another proof of the dragon's superiority."
"But where did it go..." Poor Manlin Victor couldn't understand the perfect physiology of the dragon and looked at his master with his big confused eyes. "Well, everything?
"Here," Fankle put her hand on his stomach. He suddenly realized that he had gained weight due to lack of exercise. "Nothing is wasted. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that the moth elf was finally and completely defeated!"
"Your Majesty killed him a month ago." Victor Manling replied, not realizing the true meaning of this matter. "You got Pinker to write a book about it."
"Yes, but now the last stain on my reputation is gone! The perks are working again!" Vai
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Worry about Pe
k was broken because no gold coins showed up after he legally resumed his [Emperor] profession. The shock was enough to postpone his exploration until he was sure he had fully recovered. "My patience paid off."
"Wait, for all this time you've locked yourself away in a vault, asking not to be disturbed except to fill it with food and gold, and you've done nothing but wait for the money to fall into your lap?" Victor put a hand to his face, as he often did, for reasons unknown to his master. "Your Majesty has become a real landowner."
"I have not waited, Manlin Victor, I have rested," Winkle replied, adding his new pile of gold to his growing reserves. Destroying Brandon Moore, ending his plan to destroy the treasure, and organizing the most revolutionary bragging day the Dragons have ever known left him exhausted. "It was a wonderful vacation."
“Thirty days of doing nothing?”
"I've been staring at my treasure for 30 days," Winkel clarified. "Since my Pe
k works, all we need to do is find you a C
est so I can pass my [dynasty]Pe
k gives you the rank of [noble]. If you're going to repay your debt to me, you're going to need that sweet (allowance), and that's..."
The dragon recalculated the debts and took the funds that his servants had given him the previous month. "One thousand two hundred and twenty-seven thousand five hundred and twelve gold coins."
"I am very happy to have collected 300,000 yuan in one month," Manlin Victor secretly rejoiced.
"At this rate, it will take you four years to pay me back. This is too slow." Winkel scolded his servant. "As an adventurer, I made 12 million coins in a shorter period of time. Although I don't expect you to surpass me, I hope to get a higher reward."
"Yes, but I have also been working full-time to keep His Majesty's empire stable," Manlin Victor pointed out. "I swear more money will be coming soon. I hope it won't be more than four years."
"We'll see," Winkle said. Friend Victor may be his trusted chief of staff, but his master won't let him go until he's paid his life debt. "I hope you will make good use of my vacation to develop my empire and reproduce."
"Yeah, I...I did both. More than I hoped for. It's tiring."
The dragon hummed in the air, immediately recognizing the new scent of his servant. "You smell like a dwarf." Fankel frowned disapprovingly. "You didn't grow up with dwarves, did you?" They were not meant to be slaves. "
"No, we welcome a new ambassador from the underground kingdom of Agartha." Manlin Victor replied. "Actually, I was preparing to meet with them before you summoned me."
"Dwarves are not made to be slaves," Vacker repeated. They were meaty and tasted great, but they always made him drunk when he ate more than three, so they made a poor emergency ration.
"I still think Your Majesty should go and have a look." Manling Victor insisted. "And, I finally identified the liars who blamed themselves for your death."
Fankel immediately looked up with interest. "Where?" he asked, delighted at the thought of settling accounts.
Charlene studied the guild's files and confirmed that they were the Blue Rose Legion, a silver-level adventure company that had been disbanded in the Commercial Republic of Bahrain. They are a typical party of four who specialize in big game and monster hunting. "
"Disbanded? They died?" Disappointing. Fankle will have Juriris raise these criminals from the dead and turn them into skeletons so that he can kill them properly.
"I'm not sure. The newspapers said they broke away in Bahrain 20 years ago and disbanded the organization. I think they made enough money to retire after taking the king's head." This idea angered Wenke. Well, he has taken their slander against him. "Thankfully, Charlene found a mission in Bahrain that can help with our investigation. I might even be able to make a Crest out of it."
Very good. "Then we will set out to find him tomorrow, Manlin Victor."
"What?" Victor panicked. "Is that so?"
"My just revenge will not be denied," Winkle replied. "I will collect tribute from the livestock for staining my name, and I will confiscate the gold they received for my death. We will then continue the mission and further add to my treasure. I must remind you that V&V now has Competition from my own kind?”
"Oh, I almost forgot, we were promoted last week." Manlin Victor rummaged in his pocket and took out two copper plates. "it's here."
"Bronze." Long narrowed his eyes, unmoved.
"copper". His minion sounded just as annoyed as his master.
"Why am I not gold?" Fankel complained angrily. "I rescued your bandit king's princess, killed the evil Furiben, and put the demon Grasshopper in his place!"
"The adventure guilds are having a hard time reorganizing their rankings as all new dragon adventure guilds are registered. Bing Feng even created the first dragon - the Silver Dragon Adventure Company."
"Silver?" Fankel took a few steps back in disgust. How can Icefang reap the consequences? "V&V cannot be fooled by these poor dragons' excuses, Manlin Victor. I swear, before the end of this year, we will be wearing gold jewelry."
"Can we talk about the situation of the V&V Empire first? I have a lot to do—"
"Minion, you are my dragon minister and doer. It is your job to manage your subordinates." As long as he is still in debt to the dragon master, Winkle will not let him settle for the status quo.
"I see, I'm starting to like it," Manlin Victor said slowly, and Fankel frowned. Didn't he like it before? "But we have a lot of new arrivals, especially representatives from other states or 'overseas investors' who want to meet the emperor. Some even say you are dead and your minions are pretending ."
"What?" Winkel's sonorous voice made the vault tremble. "Who would be stupid enough to think I'm going to die?"
Has the secret of the dragon's death spread to the poor? Who else knows?
"Obviously there are a lot of people." Manlin Victor scratched the back of his head. "It would be great if you could show up and dispel the rumors."
Long sighed. He couldn't really blame them; of course, everyone wanted to see His Majesty in person at least once in their empty lives. "Okay, okay." "What do they want? To touch my scales in hopes of curing their disease?"
Come to think of it, Winkel could charge the Manlins for this service.
Thought provoking.
"Okay, Your Majesty, this country is completely yours now."
"Minions, always have been."
"Yes, but now that the Empire has crushed the elven resistance... I've always wanted to say... we now control all of Ishfania, including the old capital of Mauria." This is closer to the demon-infested dungeon, you Niece and Kia are busy cleaning the dungeon, but Ishfania has calmed down somewhat. "
The news that his niece had inherited the family business of making money by eating small animals warmed Winkel, but he did not understand what the chief of staff meant. "And what?" Winkle replied, losing interest.
"Ishfania may be a desert, it has a lot of potential, many people want to get a share of the water here; and also deal with the wreckage of the Iron Eagle. I can make a decision in the name of His Majesty, but if you Even better if you can regally please the doubters.”
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Who is Vankel to deny the pleasures of his sight to the lower animals? "Bring them hither, and let them marvel at my wealth and my greatness."
His followers returned with a group of dwarves, their appearance confusing Winkle.
Unlike the dwarfs he had eaten in the past, their skin was as gray as ash. They had obviously not seen sunlight for a long time. Each of them wore black steel armor and fine robes, the leader wearing an exquisite dress lined with gold; each wore strange, glass-like protective shields over their eyes.
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Noticed even stranger things.
They don't smell like alcohol.
"Your Majesty, I present to you Mabris, the ambassador of Agartha." Merlin Victor announced, and the dwarves bowed to Vaakr. The dragon sat on his treasure like a throne and welcomed them.
"Your Majesty, it is an honor to meet you," the ambassador said, and Long puffed out his chest at the compliment. "The story of your rebellion against the elven bourgeoisie has even reached the ears of our supreme leader."
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boasted. "That gives me great satisfaction."
"Indeed," Mabro agreed, no longer bowing and clenching his fists. "I still remember the inner satisfaction I felt when our supreme leader chopped off the heads of the Dark Elf oppressors, seized their means of production, and established a common, dwarf-made utopia. This pair of self-righteous sharp men The ears deserve it!”
"I know," Winkle nodded, understanding where the feeling came from. Elves are so arrogant as if they are the highest species everyone looks up to. Even cows that eat grass and trees. "
"Yes, the elves always look down on us because they are tall, beautiful and have higher IQs." Marbury continued his long talk. "They oppressed and taunted the Agarthans, forcing them to mine their jewels underground while monopolizing the profits."
Huh, they're copying dragons again? Did Grasshopper ever have a mind of his own? "Really, if they can't make the best princess, there's nothing left to save from the elves," Winkle agreed. "No matter how many times we dragons put them at the bottom of the food chain, they never learn their lesson."
"We Agarthas are glad to know that you have defeated an outdated feudal nation of theirs."
"Wait, are you dwarves or Agarthans?" Victor asked confused. "You keep using those two words interchangeably."
"By our people we are Agarthas, by our race we are Duggars, but for political reasons we call ourselves dwarves because we are all equally small." The name is too too much. Vai
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One point is subtracted from the ranking of potential minions. "Most of the dwarves on the surface are traitors to the revolution, or helpless drunkards whom we banished."
"Interesting," Winkle replied. If the dwarves had driven out their drunkards, then he might be able to eat them safely.
"Emperor Wankel, let me first of all congratulate your country on taking the first step towards achieving egalitarianism," Mabro said. “You are the first people on earth to take this step towards a truly post-feudal world.”
"Minion, translate for me," Winkle ordered his chief of staff, who couldn't understand the little creature's language.
"He was impressed that you overthrew the local elven nobles and replaced them with absolute authority, which was as close to what they had."
"We have completely completed our revolution," Mabro explained his thinking. "By overthrowing the elven bourgeoisie and shortening the heads of anyone taller than our current Supreme Leader, we Agarthas have achieved complete equality of height. This is egalitarianism: everyone is equally equal."
"But what about children and young people?" Victor asked.
"We wear high-heeled boots," Marbury replied, pointing to his shoes. "Everyone is as tall as our Supreme Leader. No exceptions."
Fankel didn't understand. What's the point of ruling weaker species if they're no smaller than him?
"Although you have got rid of feudalism and abolished the elven bourgeoisie, your economic development is still stuck in the imperialist stage." Marbro continued to talk nonsense. Thankfully, hoarder imperialism is only one step toward true egalitarianism. Your Majesty just needs to seize the means of production and protect them better like our supreme leader did. "
"We're kind of trying an experiment in a free-market zone," Victor said, leaving Vacker even more confused.
“But you’ve nationalized land, mining and agriculture, haven’t you?”
"Everything is mine," Winkle said, understanding the point. "Except for lead, which will be banished until the end of time."
"In time, you realize that the free market itself sows the seeds of inevitable destruction," Mabrio said, losing the dragon's attention again. "We Agarthans propose to establish an embassy on the surface so that we can properly assist your political revolution and trade. With your permission, we would also like to study the remains of the Iron Eagle Elves."
"That metal bird?" Fankle swore he had destroyed it. "What's wrong?"
"We are interested in it because of our Patriotic War against the Sun."
Manlin Victor glanced at Winkle, who was just as confused as he was. The dwarf noticed and cleared his throat.
"When we Agarthas first launched an attack on the surface to export revolution, we were met by the fiery red aste
perfidious attack. Mabrio said contemptuously, lifting the black glasses on his nose to reveal his milky white eyes. "It burned the eyes of our ancestors and forced us to wear these 'sunglasses'." Since then, we Agarthas have declared war on the sun and its apostate god Mithras. The sun is too far away for us to reach, but the 'Wind Spear' may be the key to fighting it. "
"I cannot forgive," Vacker replied firmly. "The sun was created by dragons to protect it from the cold. I will not allow the dwarves to harm it."
"We don't want to destroy the sun, we just want to force it to stop burning our eyes," Marbury tried to reassure him. "We want to coexist with the sky, but on our terms. In any case, we are willing to exchange technology and maybe buy some of your Powe
sto
e products. "
"Minions," Winkle whispered to his servant, low enough for the dwarves to hear. "Are they serious?"
"I guess so," his chief of staff replied with a sigh.
"I don't think they share the same values as me," Vai
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explain. "They're ridiculous."
"What does Your Majesty want me to do?"
"Of course it's cooked."
"Well, they are a bit weird, but they can provide us with a lot of things. Your Majesty, do you still remember the teleportation stone we used to escape-" When the master narrowed his eyes and looked at Manlin Victor, Manlin ·Victor corrects his mistake, "A tactical retreat from Maul? It's called [Agartha Warp Stone]."
Winkle guessed the meaning of the name. "Dwarves did it?"
"I think we would benefit from a technical exchange."
"They get the birds and we get the stones?" Winkle turned to Mabloy with sudden interest as his minister nodded in reply. "What is the power stone you want?" The Bandit King of Gadmani also said about them.
Mabro snapped his fingers, and one of his followers opened a small box.
Winkle glanced at the contents, a dozen glowing stones of varying colors, from the purest blue to fiery red. Unlike his beloved gems, they looked rough and fragile, like glass. However, he could feel the red one radiating heat, the white one radiating cold, and the clearest one releasing weak air currents around it.
"These are Powerstones, a magical mineral imbued with elemental power," ma
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explained. "We Agarthans need them for their forges, and we are prepared to share our gold and perfectly safe magic items in exchange for a steady supply."
"The wind power stone allowed the old capital of the Moore to fly and the bombs of the Eagle to work," added Victor. "There is a lot of sediment in the Alban Mountains, as is the Ishfanian Desert."
Winkle examined the stone carefully and then expressed his opinion.
“Not shiny enough for my collection,” Winkle said. "My servants will see that my treasures benefit from the sale. Just as I solved the Manlin people's problems with their coins, I am willing to accept gold in exchange for this junk."
"Your Majesty is a true friend of the revolution." Mabro bowed deeply. "I'm going to see your minister and see his fine print. We're going to provide you with our latest products that have been tested, tested, tested."
"You said it was tested three times," Manlin Victor pointed out.
"Yes, to prove that our magic item prototypes are completely safe as we have tested them before sending them to you."
"Come to me now with the gold, or don't come back." Vankel dismissed them, and the dwarves bowed and left the treasury.
Congratulations! For showing your imperial demeanor to foreign diplomats, you have obtained the rank of [Emperor]!
+30 hp, +10 sp, +1 st
, +1 vit, +1 ski, +1 agi, +1 i
t, +1 cha!
As soon as the dwarves left, the dragon looked at his chief of staff with heavy eyes. "They're weird. Too weird to be minions."
Manlin Victor looked up at his master. "Is this your Majesty's bottom line?"
"I believe that with proper training, anyone has the potential to become an excellent servant," Winkle replied. "But I have quality standards, and they didn't meet my standards."
"This tried and tested comment makes me wonder if I made a big mistake by allowing them to use the 'Iron Eagle.'" Victor sighed. "But as long as the 'Apples of Knowledge' are missing, we will need their expertise."
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He frowned. “What do your vegetables have to do with this?”
