The realm of night is just as Victor imagined it to be: dark.
Ever since the powerful vampire Orlok cast a dark ritual upon the land, the entire nation has been trapped under an eternal veil of twilight. At noon, dark clouds covered the sky and dimmed the sunlight. Plants on the ground, from forests with black thorns to roses with eyes, look twisted enough to survive in this environment.
As the two continued flying north, they noticed many large bats and wolves on the road below. But they don't seem to attack anyone, leading Victor to wonder if they are vampires in disguise.
Every crossroads has a small temple dedicated to Mithras, and all villages have a statue of the god. From what Victor has gathered, King Orlok believes that if his country is pious enough and eliminates all the "heathens" he can find, the God of Light will free the vampires from the sun. Gods never answer vampire prayers, but Orlok never got the memo.
Their failure to find the mission and the discovery that someone was trying to kill him while he slept soured Winkle's mood for the trip, making him even more irritable than usual. "Minions, are we there yet?" complained the flying dragon as they flew over a castle in Dracula Remake. In one hand he carried a bag filled with Renoir's coins and cows. "This place smells of flesh, blood and garlic."
"The map says the next member of the Legion is..." Victor stopped above a cemetery between the castle and a nearby village. "over there."
The Chief of Staff landed on a pile of tombstones, with his dragon companions rumbling nearby; unfortunately, their arrival immediately awakened the cemetery's inhabitants.
A group of ghosts and wailing ghosts emerged from the tombstones, forming a nightmare procession, first surrounding the evil dragon, its empty eyes filled with hatred.
Winkle slapped them.
Victor's eyes widened, and so did most of the ghosts' eyes. The evil dragon turned around and mistook the ghosts closest to him for mosquitoes. "Your Majesty, can you fight ghosts?" the minister asked in surprise.
"I have a gladiator allowance," Winkle replied. "I'm Vaik Nightbane. I can poke anything."
The ghosts immediately turned into white smoke.
"Come back!" Winkle ordered in disappointment. "Give me the treasure!"
Suspecting that the ghost wouldn't leave anything behind, Victor looks at Mort's map. The papers led him to a tombstone.
Ming goblin.
AM 1253-1296
adventurer. Blood dealers take a look. Paradise + Premium Customers.
"Your Majesty, I believe our target is dead."
"Then raise him so I can punish him myself."
"I don't think I could bring someone back to life who's been dead for so long," Victor said as he read the tombstone. "He's been buried for five years and, more importantly, he's insured."
"Minions, this place smells like the undead!" Fankel yelled angrily. "Are you telling me we found the only Manlin who didn't have the courage to stand up after his inevitable death?"
"dwarf". This did not calm Fankel at all. "So, what do we do, Your Majesty? Do we go home?"
"Why do we do this?" Winkle replied, frustrated and confused. "I flew here all the way and lost 20 kilograms in weight. Except that I got a reasonable fortune and a generous salary, we have no treasure to show off! I don't want to go back empty-handed!" "
"This trip tells us that His Majesty has a dangerous enemy pursuing them." Victor pointed out. "Renoir's weapon was an AK-47, but my Precious Eye Cafe told me it was magically modified to never run out of bullets."
"Akawhat?" Winkle repeated in confusion.
"A weapon from my world," Manlin Victor continued, confusing Wankel even more. The Vizier forgot that his partner didn't care about the Earth at all. "Like Moore's Iron Eagle. What are the chances that there is no connection between these events?"
"Of course someone is chasing me, minion. I'm the greatest dragon in the world. There's always someone chasing me. Which is good because it means free food is delivered to my door." Victor could tell, though He bluffs, but the attempt to kill the dragon in his sleep angers him. "The question is who? The fairy?"
"The more I look at it, the more I believe that this might actually be planned by my ex." Victor nodded. "They are the most dominant creatures, they want to see His Majesty go, even before you level up, Melodieuse gave Mau
eWeapons from Minecraft. This is the same approach as Hamelin. "
Of course, Winkel had no idea what MO meant, but he was too proud to admit it publicly. Victor has learned to notice that when he wants his partner to explain something to him, he doesn't ask directly.
"In both cases, the approach was the same: Give advanced weapons to middlemen and let them get their hands dirty." Victor has some ideas on how they might obtain the weapons, but no concrete ones yet . "I also think the Adventurers' Guild may have been implicated, or at least infiltrated. They're the only group that knows we're going to attack Sabra Tower—"
"Pyramid, Manlin Victor."
"They were the only group that knew we would raid the Pyramid of Sabra and attempt to carry out our mission within the Harmony Alliance."
"Manlin Sharin betrayed me?" Vai
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growled.
"I don't think so, but I don't rule out that someone intercepted her letter." Especially since she sent a report to Gadmani and asked around for information about the Blue Rose Army. "But their ability to predict us suggests they are watching us closely."
Winkle didn't like the implication one bit. "Friend Victor, are you suggesting that the elves have infiltrated my minions?"
"That's a possibility."
Thinking of this, Fankel was furious. "How could anyone be so ungrateful as an orc to betray me, after I let them live?"
"That's just a hypothesis," Victor replied. "But that's why I suggested we go back. It's getting harder to find missions as usual, and while I left a semi-operational administration to handle things in our absence, the longer we were away from the Grunts , the easier it is to attract attacks.”
Fankel thought hard for a long time. "No, Manling Victor. "We won't look back. answered the dragon, before explaining, "The next villain on my list is where the Winter Kingdom lives, and where Icefang's lair is." When it was cold and stuffy out there, we could eat two cows in one bite. "
Victor understood immediately. "You want to investigate the local adventurers guild and see who sent Bingfeng to hunt us down."
That...that's really thoughtful. Sometimes he forgot that Winkle's intelligence scores had been rising steadily since they first met.
"And demand compensation for the money owed to me. This is not revenge, Manling Victor, but something more important. Money." The dragon yawned and put the travel bag on the ground. "We'll go tomorrow. I'm tired and hungry and want to sleep."
"Here?" Victor would rather sleep anywhere than in a deserted cemetery.
"If you're scared, you can sleep against my hot scales. I'll keep you warm and safe like you would my gold."
"No, I-" Victor stopped as Winkle glared at him. "well."
As usual, Winkle snored so loudly that Victor couldn't get a good night's sleep. All he could do was close his eyes, drifting between sleep and drowsiness, and rest his head on his partner's belly.
But sleeping against Winkle felt surprisingly comfortable. His scales radiate warmth like a chimney, which helps escape the cold nights. Victor realizes that since entering the [Monster Rider] profession, he has become more sensitive to cooler temperatures and begins covering his bed with thicker blankets.
Thankfully, no one was stupid enough to approach Winkle, not even the dead.
"Hey. Hey. Shhh."
Obviously not. Victor opened his eyes and found a man with fair skin wearing a turban standing next to him. The appearance of the dragon did not stop him.
"Hey," the man repeated, baring his fangs. "Is there blood on you?"
"Blood?" Victor repeated sleepily.
"I need my medicine, quick. The government got my supplier because he mixed his blood with fairy dust. You can't do nothing now."
Why does Victor always attract weirdos? It must be the robe. "I have no blood," the minister lied.
"You're not a businessman, are you?" The vampire looked confused. "Because you look alike."
Robes, of course. "I'm not a drug dealer. I just want to sleep."
"Are you sure? Because I could pay a lot of money for a small bite of—"
"I can't sell my blood, it goes against my religious beliefs," Victor deadpanned. "Please leave now."
The vampire addict swore and scurried away.
Victor couldn't sleep and was busy checking his data.
"Minion" Victor Dalton
Level: 35 (Monster Knight: Red Dragon 20/Death 14/Great Minister 1)
Type: Humanoid/Dragon
Square: v and v
Be healthy
855
Special points 300
Strength 30
Vitality 31
Skill 41
Agility 38
Intelligence 38
Charm 38
Luck 35
personal benefits benefits
Dice sound
Observer Treasure Hunting Eye
Deadf
ie
d Lord of the scythe
romantic monster
It's what the moon man said, slave coach.
black curse monster student
Hellfire Channel (Secondary) Monster Life Force (Red Dragon)
That's what Shesha said, Monster Rider
Crested Dog Monster Insight
Vizier Education Corpse Transformation
Witchcraft II
helheim
steal life
Magazine type book promotion
Slayer
no benefit
master's shield
Dread Knight
minions of assembly
His skill is his highest base stat? At this point, he feels like his luck has dimmed a bit, but it's nothing to underestimate.
He then looked at Winkle's numbers. Compared to [Old Mo
ey], starting Pe
k[G
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d Vizie
], [Is-No-Good] does not increase drops, but allows him to constantly check the position and attributes of his subjects.
Why do most people in the class think he has a crush on his boss?
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Level: 38 (Emperor 12/Gladiator 8/Witch Hunter 10/Caesar 7/Dungeon Keeper 1)
Type: Dragon.
Square: v and v.
Be healthy
6155
Special points 1460
Strength 125
Vitality 100
Skill 35
Agility 61
Intelligence 29
Charm 101 (+ 10)
Luck 61
personal benefits benefits
D
ago
fi
ebreath Noble birth
Fire Immunity Dedicated to the Emperor
Red Dragon Life Force Noble Force
Dragon's Arrogance Dynasty
D
ago
scale audience favorite
Super Senses Supe
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it
Virgin Princess Radar Spell Cleaning
Low Poison Resistance Witch Burn
Deadf
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taunt exorcism me
Crested Dog Hunter's Determination
Bursaries
Du
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(Castle of Mu
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victory fist
The Herald(Victor Dalton)
imperial authority
evil secret
monster empathy
Charged Attack (Dragon Breath)
No wonder Winkle starts planning ahead; his intelligence is already starting to catch up with Victor's. Maybe the [Feng Shui Master] profession can help him improve it and gain more common sense?
Seeing the disparity in their abilities, the Vizier was a little jealous; although he knew he could never match Winkle in strength, the huge gap in charm made him insecure. He should definitely follow Henry's old advice and stay level in a charismatically oriented class; Victor had two encounters with people he couldn't convince, one of which ended in his death.
But this was a moment, of all things, now Victor needed to sleep. He closed his eyes, trying not to hear Wacker's snoring.
"Gamete Prophet... Gamete Prophet..."
"What?" Victor roared, opening his eyes again... only to find that he was facing a huge, unnatural monster surrounded by tentacles.
"What kind of insult is this to biology?" Fu
ibo
asked, waking up from his scythe. "I don't understand a word of what it says."
"Hello, Gate," the creature said, taking Victor's reaction in stride. "We encountered this a few solar cycles ago."
“Thul-Gatha
?" The minister recognized the moon beast he met in Silent Forest. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine, Gate. Now that I'm no longer summoned by Skin, I can finally eat that telepathic spider and write my own fantasy novel. This book is so good, your relatives have read it Going crazy, looking away.”
"This is a common question." He has received a number of comments about Pi
k
ge
Complaints about s works. “Do you want me to proofread it for you? Or something else?”
“It’s time to meet your destiny, Gamete P
ophet,” Thul-Gatha
explain. "Heavenly Father has chosen you to fulfill your divine mission"
A divine…a divine mission? “I must fulfill a prophecy?”
"Yes. You are the Chosen One."
Victor's heartbeat quickened and he held his breath. Then he screamed like a schoolgirl. "Yes, yes!" He jumped up immediately. “What kind of prophecy? Save the world from the orcs?”
On some level, he knew that with his luck, there must be some trap, but the idea of traditional adventure was too appealing to him...
"No," Tugasa replied, somewhat to the vizier's dismay. "You will lead the people of the Moonmen to the Promised Land, ushering in an era of exploration."
Is Victor the new Moses? “I don’t have to stay in the desert for forty years, right?”
"No. You will lead daddy's flock to moo moo." Moonmon trailed off the word, as if to make it sound more dramatic.
"A place called the moon for some reason, or is it the real moon?"
"It's not the moon, Gat," Tugasa replied, waving his tentacles at the dark sky, "it's the moo!"
…
"Can I pretend to land on the moon the American way?" Victor asked with heavy sarcasm.
"No, dear prophet. This is not an option."
"What's that?" Victor snapped, his enthusiasm gone. "Build a medieval rocket and send everyone upstairs? Use a teleportation spell?"
Moonmon sighed. "Listen, this was not my idea, Mammalian Prophet. This is a divine request from the Heavenly Father. The Man of the Moon wanted his flock to live in harmony on the Mumoun River, and he chose you to be his shepherd. I'm going to Visit each of his carbon-based mammalian priests and tell them you will lead the way to the stars.”
Can he return the privilege of being "claimed by the Moon Man" to him? Victor sighed. What he did for stat to grow... "Do I have a deadline?"
The creature considered the question. "Father never mentioned it."
"Great, I'll deal with this when I get back from my mission."
"You will be greatly rewarded for your actions." Victor raised his eyebrows, and Sur-Gatha's tentacles moved in a distractingly dirty manner. "Yes. A very, very big reward."
At this point, Victor wonders if it's worth the trouble. "Any pointers?"
"Use [Madness Protection] when you reach Mu'mun," Thul-Gatha
suggestion. "When your flock sees the tentacles of the dark side, they will need it. The truth will shatter the weak hearts."
The noise woke Wacker from his sleep. "Minion..." the evil dragon roared, glancing at Victor and the hateful squid. "What is it? Why are you talking to squid food?"
"We will meet again, Zizi. Remember your fate." Saul Garza disappeared before Winkle tried to crush him for the treasure.
"Your Majesty, it seems I must go to the moon." Victor said, refusing to speak like Sujatar.
"Earth?"
"The moon is not a planet, Your Majesty."
"Of course it is. It's round and high in the sky." Fankel raised his head. "Minions, is there gold on the moon?"
"I...I don't know, Your Majesty." Since there are creatures on Overmond's moon, there should be dungeons or treasures there. "Perhaps? Possible?"
"Ah, but there are no dragons on the moon, right?" Winkle looked up at the sky and squinted at the faint moonlight through the dark clouds. "There is no mission-stealing dragon on the moon..."
His tone chilled Victor, and the dragon's eyes widened in delight.
Oh, no...oh, please don't...
"Manling Victor, you are such a genius!"
