Winkel never understood the appeal of farming.
How can people trudge through manure piles, rough up cows, or labor in the fields when they can be looking for gold? Peasant status is the definition of slave work.
But as he opened his bag of coin seeds, imagining them growing into shiny piles that he could then harvest, the dragon realized he was wrong. Watching his gold grow from the ground will make him an honest dragon.
Especially since he spends most of his time watching his servants do the grunt work for him, which is what a true ruler should do.
"Goblin Riders!" ordered Fankle as his minions dug trenches in the farm's soil. "More holes with feathers on the bottom! My coins deserve the best care!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" His reptilian followers obeyed happily, while Chocolate cast spells to aid in the harvest.
"How many more pieces of land do you want to plant?" Golem Rollo asked, crossing his arms. "Rolo must harvest his tomatoes."
"I want a field of gold, a garden of silver, a greenhouse of gems!" Each one as closely guarded as my treasury!"
Winkle opened his bag, carefully took out a cute little coin, and put it into a hole. This was the most important part of the process, and the one he didn't want to delegate.
Like a sheep on a beefcake, his chief of staff ran straight out into the fields, followed by "Yummy Allison," "Co
pseli
g Jules" and "Manlin Charlene".
"Hi, Vic!" Sweet Chocolate waved to her companion.
"Hi Chocolati
e. His favorite servant greeted her as well, then turned to Winkle. "Your Majesty, we must talk." "
"Choc, how did I tell you about the fields?" Delicious Allison told Sweet Chocolate with a frown. "No more experiments!"
“But the tomatoes grew faster because I fed the soil with the devil’s blood! I’m sure the coins will come alive too!”
"They can protect themselves when the evil Furibang inevitably returns," Winkle told his entourage. "Dragon must think ahead."
"That's not how coins are made, Your Majesty," Manling Victor argued.
"I know, minions. You dig gold from the earth and mint it into coins."
"Do you know?" His friend stared at his master with strange eyes. "And... why?"
"I thought this class system was rubbish when you begged me to be my minion, so I decided to keep an open mind. If this system can create a magical royal cloak for me out of thin air, who am I to question how to farm gold? "
Manlin Victor was silent for a second, and then rubbed his forehead. “I hate it when things that don’t make sense become meaningful.”
"Yes, slave, once again I won with logic."
"Growing gold is not about planting gold coins in the ground first and then harvesting the gold trees later!" Victor protested. "Normally, it simply kills the monster, and when killed, the monster drops a bunch of money!"
…oh?
That’s even better! “Some monsters give more gold than others?”
His chief of staff frowned. "That's a good question," he said, glancing at the man collecting Julius' body. "Out
emo
Are there any monsters dropping more loot than usual?"
"The Golden Goose and Jackpot Golem will drop great wealth if defeated," the Necromancer said, quickly dashing Winkle's hopes. "However, they have been hunted to the brink of extinction by adventurers and are extremely rare."
"The most profitable monsters right now are raffles, sea serpents and phoenixes, as their bodies can be used to craft high-quality materials," Allison said. "But good luck finding one, let alone killing one. Damn it."
"Perhaps so for the Manlin, but dragons never back down from a challenge. We need to find these animals and poke them to death immediately."
"Your Majesty, we have enough gold."
Winkle glared at his chief of staff. "Manling Victor, I can't let you be lazy, because the bet between me and Bingfeng is still going on. For the sake of all dragons, my treasure must dwarf his. I can't let this poser become the most powerful among them. Wealthy people."
Manlin Victor exchanged glances with the other minions, then took a deep breath. "Your Majesty," he began. "We are in Mu
mu
i
There is too much gold. We have them everywhere here. "
"There can't be much gold," Winkle replied in confusion. "Minion, are you okay? Did the fairy cast a spell on you?"
"No! I'm serious!" His chief of staff's words made Long blink. “The more of a commodity you own, the more value it loses! Harvesting so much gold, we are causing a nationwide devaluation of gold!”
Intelligence vs Charisma test...failed!
You can't understand the wide-ranging economic impact of dragon lifestyle!
Realizing what was happening, Winkle immediately targeted his chief of staff with his terrifying magic. "Little Demo
ba
e!”
The spell struck his servant head-on, causing him to stumble, but was unable to expel the demon that had taken him away. "Minions, Freeborn has cast a vicious spell on Manlin Victor!" Vai
queue
Panicked. "I can't break the spell!"
"Your Majesty, I am not——"
"The Chief is possessed!" The kobold rangers panicked, with Red bearing the brunt. "We must restrain him!"
"We can't fight the Chief of Staff, it goes against everything I believe in!" Huang complained.
"Your Majesty, Victor has a clear mind." Juris defended the chief of staff, and then said some nonsense. "As sad as you are, he's telling the truth. Your gold is losing value."
"Fu
ibo
Turned my gold into lead again in my absence?!" Venkel roared. That explains it. The sight must have driven his minions crazy after a nervous breakdown!
"No, no! This is natural!" Manlin Victor confused his master even more. "If we bring too much money from abroad to Mu
mu
i
For such a small place, it is inevitable that it will depreciate, causing prices to rise!”
“Gold is born to shine!” Vai
queue
insisted. "It doesn't lose value because it's essentially the shiniest metal in the world!"
“Your Majesty, this has nothing to do with flash! The value of money fluctuates, the more we have, the less it is worth!”
What's all this hysteria about? Gold's depreciation? His net worth shrinking? "My collection is the largest in the world!" Winkel defends his prized possessions. "Hoarding gold will eventually increase its value. Otherwise, it would invalidate the dragon way of life, which, unlike your crazy 'theories', is the absolute truth."
"But, Your Majesty, please think about it," insisted Manlin Victor, who was too deep in nonsense. "If everyone had gold, it wouldn't be special anymore. Thanks to His Majesty's actions, now everyone can get gold for free. It's not special anymore!"
The intelligence check was partially successful!
"Oh, I see!" Winkle finally understood. "I know what you mean, minion. You could put it in simpler terms."
Manlin Victor frowned. "do you understand?"
"If my collection were made of just gold, it wouldn't be as impressive as if I collected other shining metals to complement it! Even my subordinates have become rich because of my enlightened leadership, and I must Raise your standards and broaden your horizons! I have to revive my collection with newer, more avant-garde materials like platinum!”
Wenke came up with a great idea today! Dragon was once again surprised by his foresight.
His chief of staff exchanged glances with Stiti Allison. "Vic, this is the best you can get."
Victor sighed. "good enough".
"Not good enough, slave!" Winkle encouraged his followers: "Good enough for those who are satisfied with not being good enough! We are going over there to find my treasure!"
"So, His Majesty agrees to stop mining gold and instead look for new sources to adorn his treasure?"
"About this matter, minion, I promote you to be my treasure research and development minister." "This is a very important responsibility because the tasks are getting fewer and fewer, but I believe your innovative spirit will be very helpful to me." helpful."
"So, if His Majesty agrees to mine gold, maybe you will agree to help farm the land?" Victor suggested, already at work. "Much of your empire is desert, and we can't exploit their underground resources without serious landscaping."
"I'm going to try this (Feng Shui Master) class that Manlyen Henry told us about," Winkle announced, eager to become a wizard like his cousin.
"Master Kanyu?" Delicious Alison sounded surprised. "I'm also considering taking a level course in this subject; I have all the magic books and magic weed I need in my cabin."
"Magic weed?" Manlin Victor frowned at the fairy, who smiled innocently.
"I must warn Your Majesty that because the level is too high, it will take some time for you to learn this course."
"I'm a dragon," Winkle replied proudly. "I'm going to be a wizard now."
"Oh, oh, about magic." Chocolate Sweet smiled at Manling Victor, and Manling took a step back. "Vic, can you notice me?"
"You Mark?"
"You can mark any monster and teleport them to you, right? Maybe it doesn't just work on horses!"
"Oh, like I summon Manling Victor when I need him?" Fankel nodded happily. "This will be very useful." By summoning his manling, which in turn summons other servants, the dragon can have his servants working for him at any time. brilliant.
"Exactly!" Chocolat acknowledged his genius. "This will be very useful!" battle. fighting!"
"That...that...that could actually..." Manlin Victor considered the offer carefully before his curiosity and loyalty overcame him. "black Knight".
A black light enveloped chocoli
e moment, then dissipated. "Does it work?" she asked eagerly.
"I don't think so," Manlin Victor replied, and Chocolate sighed in disappointment.
"Have you finished speaking?" asked the useless golem. "Rollo needs to tidy up his yard."
"I'll get the magic book," Allison promised.
Eventually, Venquill became a true wizard.
As night fell, Victor Dalton lay in his king-size bed, trying to chase away a dangerous thought.
He lied.
You have a mount that says: Gevaudan Chocolate.
He did successfully use [Black Knight] Pe
k tagged Chocolati
e. He received a notice to prove this. That means he can summon her now.
It would be useful if he could mark a banshee and summon her at any time.
battle.
fighting!
If ambushed in his bedroom, he could call in reinforcements! Especially if he can get more points in that class!
No, Vic, that's a gross abuse of the elite (Chaos Knights) class. A gross misuse of the power God has given you to fight against evil. For all you know, you wouldn't summon chocolate in your bedroom even if you tried. If you do this, nothing will happen. Nothing at all!
…
Vic, don't do this.
Remember the words of the angel Mir on your shoulder. Think about your karma. Think of those angels. Consider a life of moderation and morality so that you can retire safely in a paradise of red tape and spend your entire afterlife doing nothing exciting.
No, it didn't strengthen his resolve. This reasoning simply doesn’t work!
Victor jumped out of bed and walked around the room, trying to talk himself out of making a huge mistake.
He must think of humanity.
Think of his oath! Don't beep unless it's to save humanity!
If he failed the test of mental fortitude, Victor would have doomed his entire race! That would be crossing the line, treacherously abandoning his last vestige of morality, and devoting himself entirely to the life of a monster!
Have power, wealth, longevity, and have romantic encounters anytime and anywhere!
Victor realizes that arguing with his subconscious is more difficult than he thought. It was like there was a devil on his shoulder, but the angel had left in disgust.
Maybe he could try summoning chocolate, just to test the cafe. Even if he calls the girl to his bedroom, he can resist the temptation and not do anything he will regret. He has willpower.
This will be a test to see if he can tag, like, Mir! Nothing to worry about!
"S-Su..." His heart was beating like a locomotive, and his curiosity overwhelmed his common sense, "S-Su summoned chocolate..."
As he uttered the cursed words, a bright light flashed across the room, proving that yes, that's how the coffee shop worked.
What has come true...what has come true...
terrible!
The chocolate showed up just as advertised, except she was wearing the ugliest devil's fur pajamas he had ever seen, leaving absolutely nothing to his imagination.
Unfortunately, she must have skinned the animal needed to make the dress hours ago because he could see and smell blood on the clothing. She wore a makeshift hat with a black rabbit's ears loosely tied on her head, holding the skinned rabbit in her left hand and a hunting knife in the other.
"Haha!" she said, stretching out her arms and smiling cutely and horribly because there was blood on her cheeks. "So? How do I look? How do I look?"
Victor replied with a scream of horror.
She screamed too and looked like a madman.
The undead guards guarding his bedroom opened the door, ready for battle. "It's okay!" Victor yelled before they could attack Chocolat. "It's okay, it's just a false alarm!"
The mindless robots said nothing and closed the door. "What beep?" Victor asked, Chocolat's shoulders shaking in embarrassment. "Why are you dressed like that?"
"I..." She sounded as ashamed as he felt uneasy. "I kind of wished you'd call me, so I've been working on this dress all night. I'm almost done too!"
"What about...that rabbit?" "Why are you wearing a dead rabbit's skin?"
"Don't guys like it when girls dress up as bunnies? Because they want to eat it?" The chocolate seemed to crumble and the bunny ears folded up somehow. "Don't you like it? Did I mess up?"
She looked so cute and vulnerable when she said it, which made up for her fear.
At that moment, Victor realizes that one can be attracted to and feared by a person at the same time. "Look," he said at last. "How about you take a shower to wash off the blood, get rid of the rabbit, and then throw the knife somewhere?"
"Then...then I go home?"
"Then we try again, but do it right."
The chocolate shines like the sun.
