Each dragon must face a minion war.
In these incidents, jealousy between minions escalates into fighting, usually over breeding issues; at least that was the case last time Vaikl hired goblins. While he is hunting, two of his followers duel over a female animal, and he returns to his lair to find that the dispute has escalated into a full-blown civil war.
Worse yet, they left his treasure behind and killed each other!
Survivors of his angry reaction learned a lesson, but Winkle has since banned the Minions for sexual harassment. Worried about his wealth, he even gave up his hobby of matchmaking. His trust in his friend Victor, and his chief of staff's complete inability to deal with strangers, were the only reasons for making an exception.
Since he's only used one creature at a time in the past, Cataclysm has never had to deal with the "racial conflict" that plagues multi-species minions.
"You dirty pigeon scam!"
There is a first time for everything.
Winkel stood outside the Nizma supermarket, sticking his head to the roof and watching the scene with disapproval.
Feathered Mir was brought by Winkle's guards, primarily to protect her. She closed her arms and wings tightly, fearing for her life, while a group of demons led by Malfoy's lawyer surrounded her and threatened her.
Delicious Malfi himself became ill, frail and slumped in a wheelchair, vomiting green blood. A banshee nurse attended to him while he glared at Feathermire. "Did you see that?" the lawyer said. "Our client recognized his attacker!"
"I didn't do anything to him!" Honey protested. "This is a misunderstanding!"
"You monopoly paradise lovers can't survive in a competitive market, so you try to murder your competitors!" the demonic lawyer accused Feathered Mill. "Intel has applied for a patent for this method! This violates our intellectual property rights!"
"I am an angel, I will not poison anyone, even my friends!"
"Liar!" One of the demons, a demonic gargoyle, bared his fangs and seemed ready to pounce on their opponent.
Fankle interrupted their conversation by shaking the entire building with his claws. "I will not allow subordinates to kill each other without my consent unless my chief of staff does so."
"But Your Majesty——"
"Servant of the Demon King, your voice is starting to sound like dragon food. Are you dragon food?"
Once the devil thinks of the food chain, he wisely shuts up.
"Explain to me what happened," Winkle ordered. "We'll handle this the dragon's way: by eating the guilty party."
The ghost lawyer said, I can bear witness. “Malfaisa
t, my fellow lawyer and I were about to watch His Majesty’s grand speech when an angel interrupted us. Malfaisan saw her deceitful nature and told her to go away..."
"But then she said she wanted to join the winning side," another lawyer said. "Since the international company offered the Fallen Angel headhunter a substantial bonus and she was responsible for Mr. Victor's insurance file, we decided to cater to her on a neutral ground."
"The Angels are too wimpy to poison the game, so when she bought us drinks we didn't use a taster."
"At least that's what we thought!" She offered us holy water, and Malficent couldn't spit it out fast enough! She ran off while we tended to the poor manager! Even now, he has no words to condemn this. A treacherous attack!"
"Feathered Mir, do you have anything to say in your defense?" Vai
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asked.
"Look at me," the angel replied, eyes wide enough to remind the dragon of a kitten. Friends booed Feather Mill. "Staring at a poor innocent lamb being sent to the slaughterhouse"
Winkle didn't know what she meant. "You look like a mammal, which means ugly by default."
"Your Majesty, I am obviously being impersonated!"
"Then where were you when this happened?" growled a demonic lawyer.
"I'm in the office working on Mr. Victor's insurance paperwork!" Angel protested. "His Ka
ma credit score was so bad I had to redo it from scratch!”
"That's why you attacked our manager," the lawyer accused her. "You knew our minister would have chosen better medical care afterward, so in your jealousy you tried to kill the better alien entrepreneur."
"Typical impulsive crime," his companion added. "Your Majesty, she is clearly the sinful Mother Teresa!"
"Mr. Victor is committed to the safety of his soul," Mir objected, taking her hand. "I know his heart is genuine."
The demons burst into strange laughter, and one of the lawyers cleared his throat. "If your heart is true, there must be someone who can give you an alibi."
The angel bit her lip. "I've been alone in the office."
"So you have no witnesses!" the lawyer accused her. "Your defense is untenable!"
Fankel used his unparalleled and intelligent reasoning mind to handle the case. While on the surface the angels are clearly the culprits, a lifetime of hearing excuses has conditioned dragons to spot lies; the feather snacks ring true.
Could a cunning villain impersonate her? If so, why? Taking advantage of existing competition and pitting his minions against each other? This sounds familiar. So familiar.
Intelligence check successful! You recognized a criminal pattern from flimsy evidence, just like the protagonist of a crime novel!
"Minions, this is how our enemies sent Icefang after me," Winkle said. "The real enemy is trying to divide us."
Feathered Mir breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God, His Majesty's eyes are true!"
"Who is the real enemy, Your Majesty?" the lawyer asked in confusion.
"Obviously, that's Fu wearing drag strips and fake wings.
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explain.
"Your Majesty, I don't understand," said one of the demons, unable to see the dragon's clever logic. His IQ may be only 50, or even lower!
"In the absence of evidence, we must assume that the responsible party is the most likely suspect," Winkle informed them. "He is the despicable Fuliben, and he must be eliminated, along with those who treacherously released him. !”
The lawyers exchanged glances. "But, Your Majesty, the most likely explanation is that she did it!"
"She should be thrown in jail until that treacherous lich is stopped," Winkle decided, ending the debate. "I trust my instincts, I've said that."
A heavy silence fell upon the demons, unable to comprehend his genius.
This is the burden of a 64-year-old intelligence officer.
"So?" Victor asked.
Jius closed the iron door of Croisan Prison, which was in the dungeon beneath the castle. "He didn't speak. His accomplice cast a spell on him (to prevent truth detection), and the caster was of a higher level than me."
"Fankel should be able to break it," Victor pointed out. "He can now remove any spell except Meledius's."
"That's not the problem," the ghoul replied. "I don't think he knew, but they also placed a [Death Curse] Dead Man's Switch, should this protection be dispelled. From what I understand, the killer could be an experienced necromancer. I think their caster level would be between 50 and up; maybe sixty.”
Fu
ibo
? He has the ability and the motive, but Victor suspects his involvement. From the information he gathered, the lich had learned his lesson and would never mess with them again. Which other necromancer has had issues with Winkle, or has worked with such a person?
Victor had a possible suspect in mind. "If he speaks, will the curse activate?"
"I don't think so, but it seems he hates you more than he respects His Majesty."
Victor sighed. And with Mir's arrest, it's looking more and more like a mess. Surprisingly, Winkle made the right call and didn't jump to conclusions; Angel had many identities, but was never a poisoner.
He heard someone walking towards them and turned around to see Allison, Chocolate, and Barnabas. The troll was carrying a huge crate and the werewolf brought her brother a box full of food. Her eyes were red with tears.
"Have you tortured my brother?" she asked worriedly.
"What? Of course not, torture never works." Besides, it's inhumane.
Unfortunately, she misunderstood him. "Are you going to trap his soul in your scythe?!" Or send him to a happy paradise?!"
Who did she think he was, Sauron? "We won't do anything to his soul," Victor said. "But he's not getting out of jail anytime soon."
"But you are the government!" Chocolati
e protested. "Can't you make an exception for your girlfriend's family?"
Come on, just because they are greedy sponsored by Happy Nation, doesn't mean they are corrupt!
"Please don't kill him," Chocolate begged him, which was very different from her usual weird and confident look, "I know he made a mistake, but I believe I can correct him! I can correct him..."
"I swear I won't execute him," Victor promised. Frankly, if it had been anyone else, the Prime Minister would have threatened to feed him to little James.
"Can I...can I talk to him?"
Victor saw no reason to disagree. Maybe she could still get him to talk. "I'm here if you need me."
She nodded her thanks but didn't answer. He asked her to open the door to Croissant's cell and then closed it, leaving them alone.
"Girlfriend?" The minister sighed and Juris asked, "Victor, you are the bravest person I know."
Yes, right. See Chocolati
Feeling ashamed after her brother's arrest, Victor begins to reflect on her own reactions. After getting used to her weird normal self, he hated seeing her sad; it awakened protective instincts he didn't know he had.
"How's it going?" Victor asked the newcomer.
"The demons still want Miel's head, even though Vai
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Temporarily forcing them to obey," Alliso
explain. "There's tension in the town, but there's more. There was an attack on the farm tonight."
Victor narrowed his eyes. "continue."
"Rollo noticed that the hens guarding the livestock were lulled to sleep while the wolves slaughtered the cattle," the dryad explained. "The problem is, when Rollo arrives to chase them, they turn into mist before he can get close."
"I've never seen a wolf with this ability," Jules said.
Vai
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Taking the attack on his food supply personally, he begins patrolling the farm. I believe this reassures the public for the time being. "
Victor suddenly realized something was wrong. "Why didn't Charlene come and inform me?"
"Vic..." Allison cleared her throat. "Charlene is missing. She is not at home or in the office, and the kobolds have not found her yet."
A chill ran down Victor's spine. "Is there a ransom demand or any clues as to where she might have gone?"
Alison shook her head.
damn it!
"Chief, should I hurry up and prepare the equipment for everyone to fight?" Barnabas was silent for a while and asked.
"Yes." The minister nodded. "What about my first order?"
"Job done, boss," the troll said, opening the crate to reveal the work inside.
Victor has ordered the trolls to make him a replica of a scythe, as well as a suit of armor that synergizes with his current profession. The end result looks horrific, with black plate armor, a tattered cloak and a faceless horned helmet. Barnabas painted a crimson dragon on his torso, most likely to represent Winkle.
Hell Knight Armor
Quality:B+
Material:Soulsteel
Stamina: 50/50.
Protection: Physical +16/Magic +8
Weight: 16kg.
Rewards: +3 STR/+3 VIT/+10% Critical Hit/Auto Regeneration/Evil, Fire, Dark and Curse Resistance/[Curse] if the wearer has good karma.
A suit of custom-made heavy armor once worn by the defunct Hell Knights (now renamed the politically correct Friends of Happiness); its steel imbued with the infinite malice of a hundred debt collectors. The perfect dragon enforcer!
Speaking of Sauron, he would not despise such armor; Victor's hopes of becoming a shining knight on horseback were dashed.
The scythe was especially useful against their enemies, as the vizier knew exactly who they were. The enemy turns into mist in the dead of night; loves misdirection, surprise, terror and hypnosis...
vampire.
Croissant is right. Victor did let them in, inviting the snakes to roam within their borders.
The Night Blade has arrived in the Whispering Woods.
