"Surprise attack!"
Invisible thanks to a blinking ring, Winkle gives a golem a hard jab, turning it into scrap metal. His fingers ached, having chopped down dozens of them since he began searching for his missing minions.
So he switched hands and crushed an immortal Minotaur with the claw of his right index finger.
The tunnel became narrower and tighter as Fankel dug underground, until they finally came to a crumbling underground mausoleum. To him, however, the number of suicidal monsters eager to die has only grown. Bandaged mummies, skeletal warriors and clay golems emerged from hidden chambers and swarmed towards them.
Vankel wished he could burn them with his breath, but he had no room to do so without hurting his niece or running away. Why do architects refuse to design spaces for his kind?
At least every warm-up leaves a legacy behind, from gemstones to gold rings. Much to his delight, Winkle's (born Purple) café is back with him.
Knight Kia finally gave up her obsession with riding dragons and began fighting on foot, cutting through hordes of ancient undead warriors like butter. Her sword shone like the sun, empowered by a glowing aura. Meanwhile, Julie swallows a bandaged elf corpse in her mouth and belches.
Vankel finally shattered the last puppet, and the tomb fell silent.
Congratulations! You have leveled up in [Gladiator].
+30 hp, +2 st
, +1 vit, +1 agi, +1 cha, +1 lack.
"The further down we go, the harder it gets." Knight Kia said, sheathing her sword.
Difficult? No, boring, especially since he only got a level of pleasure from it. Winkle looked at the exit and saw that it was smaller than the previous one. His neck couldn't even slide past it!
"They get tastier," said Julie, her belly filled with dusty undead flesh. "Dry food is the best food!"
"I don't want to squeeze through dusty tunnels anymore!" Vai
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Grumbling; his paws were already stained with sand. "I'm going to make a bigger one!"
"If Your Majesty does this, the whole floor will collapse on us."
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grunted. While he had no doubt he would survive and didn't care if Nate Kia died, he wanted to protect his niece.
"Minion!" Vai
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shouted. "Slave! Come back! I won't dig any further!"
Charisma check failed. You can't overcome the anti-teleport effect. "No one is more charming than me!" Vai
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replied. "Correction of your wrong judgment! "Slave! Slave!"
His chief of staff suddenly appears with his new treasure, a bottle of wine in hand, and a new goblin minion.
"Ah, slave, you are here!" Wenkel was very happy that the system finally realized its mistake.
His minions and goblins all looked around, and Winkle realized he hadn't denied his invisibility. "Wink." He said, showing his most proud look. The little blue animal looked at it and was speechless.
"Vic, it's good to see you're alive!" Knight Kia was almost as happy as the dragon, until he noticed the bottle the half-dragon was carrying. "Did you find the artifact?"
"Yes, this is Mort." His friend Victor pointed to the goblin following him. Seeing a dragon for the first time, this guy was startled, raised his head, and glanced at Winkle silently. "I see you didn't waste your time."
"When you teleported, Winkle broke the ground, revealing the way below," the knight told him. "We've been down seven flights of stairs since then."
"There is a dangerous mummy waiting at the bottom, Aknapeppe," said friend Victor. "He's strong. In the 80th level, based on my monster insights. I managed to convince him not to kill me, but the next person who wakes him up won't be as merciful as me."
"This mummy is as dangerous as King Baraul." K
ight Kia sounds excited. "I know there's something down there worth fighting for. I'm going to bring all my men and take him out."
"King Balaul Dragon? Blue Fairy Mo asked. "The first dullaha
?"Is he still there?"
"Kia killed him." Manlin Victor said, and the goblin's eyes widened in surprise.
"Bah, he is just the second disaster of this era." Winkel replied, puffing out his chest. "This mummy is no match for me."
"Oh, it's an elf mummy, right?" Julie asked, salivating at the thought. "Where does it nest? Does it have friends?"
"At the bottom of the dungeon, in a hidden cellar," Manlin Victor said. "Since Mort wants me up, maybe he can help us jump across the floors."
"No, I can't." said the blue goblin. "No wish can negatively affect Aknapeppe, the creator of my bottle. I cannot wish him away, teleport armies to his doorstep, or cause the tower to collapse. You must fight through."
"And the tunnel is too small for a dragon," said friend Victor. "Unless we transform His Majesty and his niece into smaller shapes."
"Like what, Manlin?" Vai
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Winkle laughed so loudly and breathlessly that Manlin Victor frowned. "Not bad...not bad, Minion." To be honest, I don't want to clear another hundred floors. Now that the bottle is in hand, the mission is over and we have to return my new light to my treasure. It's time to claim my reward. "
"About that," Manlin Victor frowned. "The mission executor forgot to mention the contents of the bottle."
"You said Mort wanted you to get up?" K
ight Kia asked. "Is this a genie in a bottle?"
"Yes, extraordinary cosmic power, though not infinite."
"What kind of goblin is this?" Winkel asked after smelling the thing. The smell seemed sickeningly familiar, but too faint and he couldn't remember why.
"I am an elf," replied the goblin, "and I grant my master's wishes."
"Like Chief of Staff?" Vai
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"Yes, except this one is blue," Victor replied in his strangely flat tone.
"I can fulfill any wish of the bottle owner within certain limits."
"Just three wishes?" Victor asked.
"You can have as many wishes as you want, Master Victor, but I can only fulfill your wishes."
"Minions of Minions?" Julie asked, looking at the goblin with her big curious eyes, which made him uncomfortable.
"If someone wants to be my master, Master Victor must transfer ownership of the bottle or be killed. Now that I think about it, if my master is killed and then resurrected, maybe that counts as ownership Transfer…”
"I'm not spending millions more on Manlin Victor," Winkle said dismissively of the creature. "What wish can you grant, my chief of staff's chief of staff?"
"Don't you want me to transfer ownership to you?" asked friend Victor, always eager to please his master.
"I am too good to take for myself the treasure of my debtor servant."
"What can I wish for?" is a very apt refrain. "Good question. But a better question would be, what wish can't come true for me? My powers are powerful, but they cannot defeat the gods or powers that compete with me. Nor can I influence the entire world. One I can manage city, but no bigger.”
"Can you turn a city into gold?" Winkel suddenly asked with interest.
"Of course, but I can't go back on it. I can't wish the previous wish away. I can make a wish that can offset the effect of the previous wish if you put it nicely. Finally, I can't kill people directly, nor can I travel through time."
"Okay, let's make a deal here," Manlin Victor said. "I've read stories about people like you, and it would be best for everyone if you didn't misinterpret the meaning of our wishes."
"I would never do that, Master Victor," the goblin replied with a grin. "What do you suggest?"
"If you grant my wish and there are no side effects, I will always let you out of the bottle and I will consider making a wish for your freedom."
"This idea makes me very uncomfortable, Vic." Kia said with a frown, while the elf listened expressionlessly. "He's a slave in a bottle."
"Knight Kya, he is not a slave, but a slave of my slaves." "This is the second most pleasant experience his kind will ever know, next to being my direct slave. He is free to do what I want." matter."
"I accept your kindness, Master Victor." The elf said, showing his teeth. "In fact, I'm happy to continue fulfilling your wishes after you free me, out of the kindness of my heart."
"Yeah...no offense, but I really don't believe you right now," Victor said. "I won't let you go until your probation is over. Also, Bassino, the one who gave the job, wants the bottle."
"Yes, only bottles." K
ight Kia pointed out. "We can release the elf first and then give it to him."
"I'm pretty sure he wanted the full wish-fulfillment package."
"Master, what can this seeker offer me that would prevent me from getting what I want?" asked the elf, eager to stay in the better ranks.
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explain. Minions at their best! "Tell me where these damn adventurers are!"
The elf looked up at Winkle, then turned to Manlin Victor and asked him to translate. "No, I want to know the location of members of the Blue Rose Corps, a disbanded adventure company in Bahrain."
Mo snapped his fingers, and a scroll magically appeared in his hands. He opened it, revealing a map of a continent and other continents that Wacker didn't recognize. Four red crosses were formed on the paper, scattered around the world, with a picture of a name on them.
"Every cross is one of them," Mott said. "I let them move with the target without permission, Master."
Victor grabbed the map and frowned at it. "They're very far apart."
"That one is called Dext
a, in the city of Noblekoye in Gadmaniya," Kia said after taking a look. "But the others are in other countries. To the east is the Ha of destruction
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Alliance, to the north is the Winter Kingdom, and the vampire kingdom of Nightland. "
Winter Kingdom. Icefa
The rule of g. "Servant, call them to this room." "So that I can eat them."
"They are too far away, and the magic protection is too tight, I can't force them to teleport here." "I can't teleport them from the other side of the world against others' wishes."
"How about teleporting us to them?" Victor asked.
"Oh, good idea," Wankel nodded. "Can you teleport us back to my treasure too?" I don't want to burn fat on a plane on the return trip. "
"I can grant that wish, but I can't teleport an entire army to their doorstep."
"I recognize one of the names," Nate Kia said after looking at the map more closely. "Garland Renoir, a high-level Scorcher. He and his mercenaries managed to escape to the east before the Radiant Crusaders captured him. There is also a large bounty on his head."
good. Winkle would do something he could do for free. But first... "Manlin Victor, could your chief of staff have a Crest?"
"I've found one down there, but good question," Manlin Victor turned to his goblin, "can you create a crest? Maybe the legendary one?"
"Believe me, Master Victor, as much as I wish I could," the elf said through gritted teeth. "I can't influence the hierarchy in any way. No free badges, no levels, no magical stat boosts."
"Then can you-"
"There is a powerful divine magic that protects the crown from being found by supernatural forces," the elf interrupted Manling Victor, frustrated by the topic. "I'm sure this is partly done intentionally to bring bad luck to people like us."
"You are such a disappointment, my servant among my servants," Winkle said to the elf.
“Your Majesty, please don’t laugh at my debt solution plan.” “No, you can create gold from nothing, right?”
"Ah. Ah, yes, wealth is easy. And magic items."
"I can eliminate my debt!" Manlin Victor said, then frowned. "Can you make magic items?"
"Vic, that's probably why Bassino wanted it in the first place," Nate Kea said, though she frowned incredulously. "Although not that powerful, Mort's power has great military applications."
"It's not that powerful, right?" The elf glared at the paladin. "Half of my limitations are because of this damn bottle!" If you want real power, you have to let me go first. "
"Can you summon the princess?" Julie asked.
"Julie, having a princess on your doorstep is nothing to brag about," Winkle scolded his niece. "You have to work hard to catch them!"
“But I want a princess tea party! I’ll put ribbons in their hair, I’ll put hats on, and we’ll put our paws over our mouths while laughing!”
"Anyway, elves or not, V&V are unstoppable," Winkle replied. "Who won the two wars of the Horde?" I just heard that Victor's friend is now ready to start paying off his debts. Come to me, my chief of staff. "
Victor approached Manling, and Winkel put a finger on his little head. "I, Emperor Vankel, Emperor of Moulin, Ishfania, and the Alban Mountains," the dragon declared, "give you the eternal blessings of my Golden Dynasty!"
"This doesn't make any sense-" Manlin Victor closed his mouth as a bright light surrounded him.
By your [Dynasty]Pe
k, you grant your Chief of Staff the rank of [Noble].
Due to your servant's status, his [Noble] profession evolves into [Minister].
"Now, Manlin Victor, let your servants lead us home. I will make my first wish upon my ever-growing treasure."
"So, what's first?" Victor asked. "Turning the treasures of the ice cellar into snow?"
Fankle was appalled by his chief of staff's callous advice, and so was Julie. "Slave Victor, I cannot do such a terrible thing to a dragon, even an opponent I hate. He will be humiliated, but I will exercise my will responsibly first. I will first eliminate the biggest threat to the dragon clan. One of the threats.”
"Elf?" Julie raised her head, and the elf also raised his head.
"No," Vankel shook his head. "A more terrifying, more insidious, more evil enemy."
The dragon made a dramatic pause, all eyes looking up at him, and then he raised a fist toward the ceiling.
"I, Vaquier, wish the lead to disappear until the end of time!"
