With his head fashionably held high so that all could see his crown gleaming in the sun, Fankel paraded through the streets of the capital like a lion among sheep. His kobold servants formed two columns around him, driving a wedge through the thousands of monsters singing his name.
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Being a good emperor, Winkel triumphantly pretended not to hear.
Privately, though, he enjoyed the attention. It's a good thing that he's been holed up in his chamber for so long, hunting down his enemies and practicing magic, and it's reminded him of how important and beloved he is.
When they reached the central square, Winkle sat in the middle of the square and the kobold ranger ordered the rest of his followers to form a circle around him. A horde of goblins, orcs, demons, trolls, undead, and countless new creatures gathered to watch him. Ghoul bards play drums and kobolds play trumpets.
"Dear, brave servants and citizens of the V&V Empire," Pink Ranger announced. "To our great and beloved ruler, His Majesty Vankel Knight Bain, I, Catastrophic of the Ages, Keeper of Treasures, Emperor of Silent Grove, Ishfania, and the Alban Mountains, of the World The greatest gladiator!"
His subjects prostrated themselves before His Majesty, and Winkle was immersed in their adoration.
"Your Majesty will make an exception and personally hold court in front of you, listen to the complaints of his subjects, and provide justice to the evildoers!" Pink Ranger continued, and Black Ranger came over with a stack of scrolls so that she could write down this glorious day in the register. . "Your Majesty will announce good news!"
As his ministers had requested, Winkle would appear in person to the people of his new empire and bless them with his enlightened dragon leadership. His best servant is busy in the castle interrogating the useless Croissant, who has apparently turned traitor. How he could after Winkle treated him like a beloved minion, the dragon would never understand. How ungrateful. He even made his sister, Sweet Chocolate, cry.
After his magical training became dull and boring, Winkle welcomed the opportunity to change his mind. He did everything he needed to train to become a spellcaster. He even briefly exchanged his crown for a wizard's hat and uprooted an olive tree to make a wand. He practices his magic tirelessly on summoned demon dummies, trying to make magical weeds grow beneath them.
Nothing works.
Winkle has lost count of the number of times he has thrown "weeds" or "fake plants" on his farm's property, only to find nothing.
Magic is hard!
Thankfully, it's easier to be an awesome person. "Yes, I, Fankle Knight, the greatest adventurer in the world, have good news for you!" the dragon said to the crowd. "To celebrate my flawless victory in my latest mission, and I ascend to the position of [Augustus], and I hereby order the construction of a great gladiator arena!"
His announcement was met with enthusiasm.
"A great arena where you will see me and my glittering minions eating our enemies while you cheer me on!" Vai
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go on. "A giant ring where blood and gold will rain down!" Any Minion can show his worth in front of a bold audience! A uniquely attractive Colosseum like rising water, fire and sparks !”
Just like the arena where he first fought the grasshopper, but better! Dragon!
"To kick it off, I declare a grand Minion Tournament for the Summer Solstice! My minions will demonstrate their power to everyone! We will decide once and for all who is the most powerful minion!"
As soon as he announced, the atmosphere around him turned to lightning and thunder. From Red Ranger to Barnabas the Troll, no one is more excited than Winkle's own soldiers.
This would be the perfect opportunity to upgrade his minions and prepare them with Fu
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Inevitable war. He will show off his power and increase it! Win-win!
The crowd clapped and whistled enthusiastically, and Winkel soaked in the sound.
The bloodthirsty love of your people fills you with energy! Today you will recover SP twice as fast!
Winkle raised a hand, and the cheers died down. After the fun, it's time to get his paws dirty and rule.
"You must have known that the V&V Empire now has an official currency." Kobold Blue held up a beautiful golden note and stepped in front of Winkel. "That's a dollar bill with my face on it!"
Behind it is Manlin Victor's.
"This currency will be the only currency allowed on the borders of my empire," Winkel explained as Blue demonstrated various variations of the dollar, such as the smaller silver version. "My servants will no longer accept coins from you, even if you pay bribes under the table. Your gold will be protected and exchanged for thousands of dollars at a fair and favorable exchange rate."
Certainly good for Winkel. Generosity starts with yourself.
Unlike the warm welcome he received after the stadium project, his aides whispered worriedly. As he expected, Manlin Victor's idea was a little too radical for most of them; and who could blame them? One could feel the texture and warmth of gold coins, while paper was cold and soulless .
But a true dragon fought his case to the end.
"I understand your caution, so I want to ask you a question." Winkel raised his arms and exposed his chest and asked. "Did you see me with my treasure?"
Apparently, no one objected, so Long continued. "But, I once said it!" It's so comfortable to carry my light. I thought I was invulnerable and underestimated the evil of the pauper who wanted my gold. Then...right on this mountain, I faced the cruel Fuliben!"
The dragon waved to the volcano in a dramatic gesture.
"My treasure..." Fankel's voice choked up at the thought. "My treasure...was poisoned. I watched it die."
Charisma check succeeds. Your pain and sadness are felt by all.
They deserve it. The memory of this horrific atrocity brings Pink Ranger to tears while her teammates hang their heads in shame.
never forget. Never forgive.
"No one should feel the pain of outliving their treasure," Winkle said, his sadness turning into determination. "From then on, I hid my gold in the safest place known to dragons: my lair! A vault protected by my strongest minions! A place that even my enemies can't breach!"
Winkel, overcome with emotion, raised his voice and went on to give his best speech as emperor.
“Are you prepared to live in fear, keeping your gold in your wallet for thieves to steal, or hiding it in your backyard for a lich to poison you? Or do you know you have it hidden in the safest place in the world? , will you sleep peacefully? You put your treasure next to my treasure and no one dares to touch it, while you carry ten thousand kilo dollars safely? Remember: I am the richest dragon in the world! If I did something, it was right! If you don’t follow my example, how can you expect to become as rich as me? To protect your treasure, safety is the best tribute!”
Winkle balled her paws into fists and raised them toward the sun.
“Protect your gold with Fankle dollars!”
Charisma check successful! This is the key!
The shouts were deafening.
His undead minions move hoards of Winkle dollars, while ordinary people virtually fight each other to exchange their gold; knowing they'll be safe in the castle's crypts. "Vai
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Congratulations! Because of your inspiring speeches, charisma, and popularity among ordinary people, you have won the [Presidential] Personal Benefit!
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Governing is so much fun! Why didn’t he think of that centuries ago?
"Now I will listen to your petty complaints and answer them with the wisdom of a dragon." "Bring the first ones to complain!"
"Show us your royal tickets!" ordered the kobold Red, sorting the citizens. The first two are a native and a ghoul; the latter has a green slime on his body.
"Before I judge, each of you will kiss my ring." Winkle stretched out his hand and winked. "Because I am your emperor and I am rich."
Both men did as he was told, and the dragon allowed the two peons to expose their problems. "Your Majesty, this ghoul lives in the same house as me," said the dwarf. "We both adopted a slime, but when I came home, his was gone and he pretended that mine was his. !”
"Liar!" protested the ghoul. "Your Majesty, this living man is a jealous racist who wants to deprive me of my beloved pet, after he has lost his!"
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explain. "Are there any witnesses?"
Both men shook their heads, and Long made his decision. "Red Ranger, give me the jelly."
The kobold did the same, holding up the slime before the emperor. The big, fat guy looked back at Winkle with his big eyes.
"Although greed is the greatest virtue, each of you should understand that you can get something without asking." The dragon raised his paw. "Cut the slime in half."
With a flick of his paw, he did it. In the blink of an eye, Kobold Red was holding two smaller jellyfish, one in each hand.
You have successfully split a mature green jelly into two young green jelly!
"Each of you now has your own slime, cherish it like your own gold," Winkle ordered, and each citizen got his or her own pet. "I will not tolerate discrimination among my citizens because you are all equally beneath me."
"The Emperor said it!" said Pink Ranger, wiping away her tears. "Bring the next citizen!"
A group of undead guards brought him two new claimants: a scruffy werewolf, and a walking cactus wearing a scarf and straw hat.
"The Emperor will settle the matter between Farmer Greenspike and Pierre the Wolf," the Pink Ranger announced after the two kissed Winkle's ring. "You can now submit your matter to the Emperor for trial."
Cactus said: "Your Majesty, yesterday I found this werewolf preying on my flock." "I called the guard to help, and he admitted his crime. Most of these sheep are destined to become my tribute to Your Majesty." "
"I admit my guilt," the werewolf replied, "but I only stole these sheep to feed my family-"
"guilty!"
Winkle glared at the ruthless thief. My command is, He who does not speak of sheep, let him be sheep. This is your first offense. The second thing is that you have committed a terrible crime; stealing my sheep is like stealing my gold!"
"But Your Majesty—" the villain protested, but the dragon did not let him finish.
"You'll start as a helpless cow and then graduate to murdering baby coins!" Guilty! You can feed your family, though. "Fankel turned to the guard. "Send him to Rollo and let him exchange the stolen sheep. "
"No, thank you! The werewolf panicked, and the guard stepped forward to catch him, "Please don't turn me into a sheep!"
"Don't you want to feed your family?" Winkel asked him: "You turn into a sheep yourself, and your children will definitely be well fed."
"There is only one person in our family!" The werewolf admitted his lie, which the dragon had known for a long time; he had tricked him into revealing himself.
Winkle was many things, but not a wild man.
"Then you lied to your emperor, turning you into a treacherous thief," said the dragon. "You are not worthy of food, so you will be sent to work in the mines. Take him away!"
The guards dragged the screaming werewolf out of Winkle's sight, and the farmer bowed and followed suit. "Your Majesty lied to him and exposed his lie so easily..." Pink Ranger murmured in admiration.
Of course. He had heard almost every excuse under the sun for those who were foolish enough to steal from his treasure. Long didn't like this decision, but it had to be done.
A ruler can be benevolent, but he must also be tough on the crimes committed against him.
"It was the peasants who fed your emperor with their tribute," Winkel decided to explain the truth to the people. "You should respect farmers as you respect your parents. This is my fourth commandment. The fifth is, do not steal, for there is no greater crime than stealing another person's treasure."
Pink Ranger scrawled the order onto paper so she could update the kingdom's laws accordingly. Winkle cleared his throat and started to call the next person out, but a shout interrupted him.
"murderer!"
These words were spoken so harshly that they echoed in the square. With his eyes firmly fixed on his cause, Fankle is a devilish lawyer who pleads his legal case against Molt. He and a group of demons pushed through the crowd, trying to bypass the guards and get closer to the emperor.
"Get your tickets and stand in line, just like everyone else!" Red Ranger replied, unmoved.
"Your Majesty, Malfoy has been poisoned!" The demon ignored the ranger. "He's dying!"
Fankel's head shot up. There can only be one culprit. "This is Fu
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He is evil and is causing trouble among us! "From now on, we must stop him!"
But the devil did not listen to his advice and blamed others.
"No, Your Majesty, it's an angel!" She poisoned Malfoy with holy water!"
