It had been a long time since Winkel had been east of the Alban Mountains.
The Manlins called it the Harmony Alliance, or so his chief of staff told him. To him, they were just hunting grounds that he visited briefly before hibernating. After the mountains and nearby lakes, the landscape can revert to green, grassy plains, crossed by long manling stone roads or farmers' fields. Groups of humans and beasts that Winkel thought were merchants shrank in fear when they saw the dragon flying above their heads.
"Minion, where is the garland hidden?" Winkle asked, tired of the same scenery here. They plan to complete some simple tasks along the way, such as hunting the Badalis beast, eating bandits, and escorting a caravan.
He must make this journey of revenge profitable. He won't let avenging his honor get in the way of being paid handsomely.
"According to the map, he was hiding in Lagon, one of the largest declining city-states." Unlike his master, he seemed to enjoy the scenery here. "The Alliance was once a loose alliance until they betrayed the Gadmani for King Bara'ul in the Century War. The Gadmani and Balin eventually conquered their lands, splitting them in two."
This is what the fool deserves. Never trust fairies. Vai
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Said: "I can smell cooked mangoes in the air."
"The region remains unstable. While Lagon and the northern cities swore allegiance to Gadmani, they remained at loggerheads. As local nobles heavily used mercenaries to harass their rivals' lands, like sco
Che
Such people flock there in search of work and protection. "
"Minions, I mean cooked mannin with spices; not a burned village." Winkle recognized the smell and flew to its source. He had an inkling of who did it, so it made sense to take a detour.
Just as he expected, Winkle found his favorite cousin cooking around a campfire while a dwarf ate a chicken nearby. "Ge
ialissime!”
"Vai
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, Ma
li
g Victo
!" Another dragon said happily, at this time Mu
mu
i
The emperor landed beside the campfire. Much to Winkle's confusion, he had begun wearing a pointed, dragon-sized blue hat on his horns, like his cousin's crown. "I'm so happy to see you!" Are you here to see me?"
"No, but it's a welcome surprise," Winkle replied, then looked at the breakfast.
"I'm cooking robbers!"ge
alissime replied before handing Winkle a stick covered in juicy meat. "Would you like some?" Its claws are delicious. "
"No, thank you, I have sheep in my travel bag." In Dragon Clan, ge
alissime may be a talented chef, but Vai
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discover ma
li
gs was bland even with the added seasoning.
"It seems that our bandit-hunting mission has been ruined." His own chief of staff covered his nose to prevent himself from smelling the smell of cooked relatives, and landed near another Manlin nearby. The two exchanged eyebrows and seemed to recognize each other.
"Henry?" Victor said. The name stirred Winkel's memory, reminding him of the bespectacled senior scholar from the smelly city of Haudemer. "Henry, is that you? Are you still alive?"
"Victor? Is that you? Are those wings real?"
"Yeah, I had, let's call it, a class accident."
"How interesting..." Manlyn Henry murmured. "I knew that certain monster classes could change the user's type, but I didn't expect [Mo
ste
Squi
e]It will be like this..."
"Oh, do you know my class planner, Manlin Victor?"ge
Al nodded appreciatively. “Thanks to his guidance, I have already played in Wiza
d" and cleared 12 levels. He even found me this (Water Mage Hat) to enhance my spells!"
"Do you have a class planner too?" Winkle asked as he led the sheep out for breakfast.
"Yes, I think I need a minion like your Victor, who can help me become the best dragon I can be. So I searched the cities you visited, dear cousin, and I asked if they were working In addition, I have my chief of staff. Manlyen Henry immediately jumped at the opportunity to serve me until the end of the world."
"I...I created a powerful enemy through no fault of my own," Henry admitted. "I don't think anyone would dare attack a dragon, even one as powerful as her. This also allows me to continue my dragon studies."
"As long as I'm here, Minion Henry, no one will touch you."ge
Alissime assured his chief of staff. "If something happens, I'll go find a soldier to mend it for you."
"Collect the body of Jules," Fankel said to his servant, who obviously did not understand the word. "If other minions break, he can fix them."
"You mean after they died?"
"Yes, when they break."
"Would you like some, Manlin Victor?"
Alissime handed him a stick.
Manlin Victor looked at the stick with disgust, it was obviously not a complete dragon yet. "I have chicken," Henry said.
"Thank the gods," Victor murmured.
"I made it so good that no one dares to taste it."ge
Alissime replied proudly, swallowing the stick in one gulp.
"Victor, I, uh..." Henry bit his lip. "I want to apologize."
"Thank you for betraying me to the Jiaoren Team?" Victor shrugged. "That's good. I got over five levels, and considering how they treat you afterwards, I guess we're even."
Manlyn Henry's doing? Although the Duchess's fiasco was still fresh in his mind, Winkle had long forgotten how they dealt with the Scorched Ones. "So, sir, in which subject did you improve?" Winkle asked, eager to know if anyone had made him any richer.
Ge
ialissime said: “I’ve already made the decision based on the Minions He
y's suggestion tried the levels in Crusader. "That way I can heal in battle. Since I'm a dragon and obviously can't die, I ignored him. Instead, my class plan ensured I could progress like a wizard, increasing my intelligence."
"What's your starting score?" Winkle poked, brushing away the shameful secret of the dragon's death.
"Square root 49!"ge
Alissime said proudly.
Winkle breathed a sigh of relief. Lower than his own.
"Actually, I am considering His Majesty's latest choice," Manlin Victor (Ma
li
g Victo
) said as he took a bite of the cooked chicken. "Our last 'battle' made me realize that His Majesty is best suited for combat and authority, but may need more practical perks. I'm considering a magic class like The Witcher."
"I think a crusader or a priest could complement the dragon's natural abilities," Ma
li
gHe
y suggested. "But the man must worship a god."
Winkle scoffed, not yet thinking about it. "Can I worship myself?" He does intend to become a god one day, if only to get his money back; if he goes through his own church
"No," Manlin Victor answered quickly.
"But I'm worth it!" Vai
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complained.
"Oh, can we worship our treasure?" Generysim asked slyly. "If they were shiny enough?"
"Worship money?" Manlin Henry frowned. "I don't think that's going to work. In fact, the ability to enter into divinity is proof of a god's divinity. If you can't gain power by worshiping them, then they're not gods."
Um. No matter what, the real treasure is too good for God. Besides, isn't being a crusader knight Kia's profession? Vankel would rather take any class that the young corrupt man hasn't taken first.
"Why not (a Feng Shui master)?" Henry suggested.
"Master Kanyu?" Manlin. Victor and Winkle asked at the same time.
"(Earth). It's a caster class that allows the caster to control land, but its perks require a lot of SP. Dragons have so many reserves, this won't be a problem. Gentleman tell me you're ruling one nation?"
"Yes, no tax," Winkle replied proudly.
"(Feng Shui Master) will be very useful." Manlin Henry nodded. "It can help with landscaping, agriculture..."
Winkle considered the matter for a moment. Spellcaster is not a dragon, not like a merchant. "Will it make me richer?" Long asked the only question that mattered.
"I do see some ways it can be done," Ma
li
g Victo
) said, to the satisfaction of his master. "How do you access it?"
"Let's discuss it. How about you tell me the development of your class?"
"Deal," said Manlin Victor.
When their chiefs of staff exchanged insights in class, ge
Alissime turned to his cousin. "Vanity, Julie is already with you, isn't she?"
"Yes, but I've grounded her," Vacker replied. "She's in her rebellious phase."
"young people". Ge
ialissime chuckled. "There have been some worrying events recently and I'm worried about her."
"event?"
"Several of the younger dragons disappeared on their first missions," Genilisim said, shaking his head at Winkle's frown. “They may have hidden disabilities, but Blight Swamp will not let our children out of her sight now.”
"Are you saying my niece will die?" Vai
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replied.
"No, of course not. No bodies were found, so it could be something else. But as the number of missing people increases, you have to wonder."
"I will keep an eye on Julie." The emperor shrugged, slightly worried. He had never thought that his niece would die, and when he thought about it, he was suddenly filled with fear.
No. He worried too much. She can control herself, and although he doesn't like her, Knight Kia is powerful. Julie is safe.
However, what became of these young dragons?
Later, in the city of Milan...
"What do you mean protecting the caravan is no longer an issue?" Vai
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complained.
"We already have a dragon keeper, the great Magnifik." Manling praised a green dragon that Winkle recognized as one of his guests.
"They said if I protect their city, they'll always give me 'Do
'The reward," said the dragon happily. "I don't have to do anything to watch my treasure grow!"
"That's what I do to my empire, they reward me with cattle for my kind leadership," Winkle replied, happy that he had inspired others to follow in his footsteps and sad to be denied another assignment. trouble.
"I'm thinking about innovating in subordinate management," Long continued. "There is a law of silence that I want to try..."
Later in the morning, Lombardy Village…
"Badalisc? Oh, thank you, but the monster has been killed by one of your scaly relatives, and..." The village chief bared his teeth, sweat dripping from his forehead. "Uh, how should I put it..."
"Don't you need more help?" Manlin Victor asked when Winkle noticed that some houses were set on fire. It reminded him of the time he burned down a forest in pursuit of a troll.
"Not that kind of help."
"Minions," Winkle said as they flew along the East Coast. "Telling my relatives about the hierarchy might have some unintended side effects..."
"Didn't expect it, Your Majesty?" Manlin Victor replied calmly.
"I thought my kind would have abilities, but I didn't expect them to be this strong!" Vai
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complained. They walked through five Manling villages, only to find that other dragons had solved all the problems there!
"Yeah, that's the risk, it's an open market and it often dries up," shrugged Manlin Victor. "So far, I think undertaking the mission might actually be counterproductive. We already have an unstable country to deal with and there are more than enough resources to exploit."
"It's your job to handle this while I do the dragon thing and make money by tasting lower creatures, minion."
"Yes, but that's not the job I'm going to do on my adventures with His Majesty."
"Your presence is vital to the progress of my class." Additionally, he once left his chief of staff without supervision during a battle, and he died as a result. Especially after I developed Du
geo
B
eede
》After this career. "
"Your Majesty did not betray me. I have paid my debt."
Fankel frowned at his chief of staff. "You can get paid for breeding?"
Before his servants could reply, a sharp piece of ice fell on them from the clouds.
"Slave!" Winkel warned his chief of staff, but the shells were aimed only at him. He quickly moved away, glaring at the dark cloud.
shouted a hateful and familiar voice, and a winged white dragon appeared from the sky. “I’m better socially, aren’t I, Fankel?!” I’m better socially?!”
“Icefa
g!" Vai
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roar.
"You can't steal my mission this time!" Bingya growled and stretched out his claws. "Get out of the way!"
