"We must conquer the Golden Kingdom!"
Emperor Winkel declared, standing atop his golden treasure and facing his most powerful servants. From his chief of staff to the necromancer Jules, the delicious Allison, and the dwarf Mabro. Everyone was speechless in front of Long's heroic words.
"To protect yourself," Wankel added, because gold is only safe if it is kept in one's own reserves. "Otherwise the evil Furiben will turn it into lead, just as he tried to murder my treasure and poison the moon."
"Your Majesty," the minion Victor said loudly. Fu
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Possibly seeking El Dorado - whose very existence is based solely on rumors and orc testimony - doesn't mean he intends to turn it into a leader. Nor do we have any evidence that he turned the moon into lead. "
"But do you have proof that the evil Freeborn didn't turn the moon planet into lead?" Winkel asked a crucial question.
Manlin Victor and the other committee members exchanged glances, but they did not answer.
"See that?" Winkle said, his theory being unanimously confirmed. "It all adds up. With no evidence to prove the Lich's innocence, we must assume he is to blame for everything."
"What advice does your Majesty have?" asked his friend Victor, with a lack of foresight that annoyed his master. Doesn't he understand that the fate of gold falls on Winkel's shoulders? "El Dorado, if it exists, is separated by oceans and continents! Even His Majesty has a hard time flying there!"
"We have a piggy bank," Winkle replied.
"Indeed!" the dwarf Mabro promoted his invention. "Our ship can travel around the world without exploding more than three times."
"It's reassuring," friend Victor said sarcastically. Now, Fankel has learned that he uses this strange ritual to deal with stress. He must have been uneasy at the thought of facing a lich he had failed to seal. "Even if we survived the trip, found the city, and came back, it would have taken weeks, if not months!"
"We're not stopping at El Dorado," said Wankel, who was drawn to a visionary spirit. "This world created by dragons is vast, full of lands to explore. Dungeons filled with riches! Gems and glitter will help me defeat Icefang! We'll keep going west, and west, until we fill the piggy bank Full of treasure, sail past the edge of Overmond!”
"Your Majesty, do you want to take a trip around the world?" Manling Victor choked up.
"Vic, I read a book about a guy who traveled around the world in 90 days," Allison said. "It doesn't require a magical airplane like yours. It can be done."
"This is the perfect time to come back and humiliate Bingya on Halloween!" Fankel nodded happily.
"Ninety days is three months!" Manling Victor complained. "The Cuckoos will stay for three months without your protection!"
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Winkle could almost hear the debate going on in his precious servant's head. "I admit that this is theoretically possible," Manlin-Victor said. "But is this wise?"
"Your Majesty has declared war on the orcs." Necromancer Jules pointed out. "We can't guarantee they won't strike first. If anything, your absence, even temporarily, will encourage them."
"We have to look forward!" Vai
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explain. "Didn't I become the most powerful adventurer in the world by pushing myself to my limits?" To defeat the fairies and their evil minions, my minions must become stronger! They must accumulate glory by accumulating glory in my name. and wealth to gain levels! Under my leadership, the empire has achieved peace; but in preparation for war, my servants must test their mettle against monsters, dungeons, and unknown worlds!”
[Hour] Activate! Charisma check successful!
Who knows? These far-flung lands might become fertile ground for recruiting new, strong servants. They would cheer him on when he invaded Prydain and burned the fairy forests to ashes.
Manlin Victor turned to the other servants, as if waiting for support; instead, the master's words convinced them. "The opportunities to improve through traditional means are really becoming less and less available," Allison admits.
"To defeat King Balaur, a sixty-level raid is needed; to drive his army back to the sea, it takes millions of soldiers." Juriris said. "While possibly weaker, with our current strength we have no hope of defeating Mer Odius in her territory, even if we have to resurrect the dead again and again. We can also use resources to develop Mu
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Realizing he was hopelessly defeated by the majority, his chief of staff finally returned to the fold. "Can we at least wait and prepare for the trip?" Manlin Victor pleaded. "Just the logistics involved in this campaign..."
That's right, Winkle still has an arena to unveil and a Minion Tournament to hold. "We will launch the piggy bank after the summer solstice," Long announced. "Manlin Victor, as my official campaign manager and military advisor, I have my complete trust in you to plan, prepare and refine the campaign until then."
"Perfect!" Mulbray seemed particularly interested in this plan. "We can finally bring the light of egalitarianism to those who are not affected by feudalism."
"Until then, you may disperse," said Winkle before the dwarf could launch into a tiresome tirade. "Lord Chancellor Victor, stay with me. We must discuss an important private matter."
The servants left the treasury, leaving the emperor and his most trusted advisors behind. "Really?" his friend asked.
"Have you given birth?" Vai
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asked. He did everything he could to help his minions form a happy marriage with sweet chocolate, but never checked to see if it was successful.
"Chocolate and I...are going to take a break."
What's the matter? Fankle spent so much time setting them up! "Why that minion?" What could be more important than making sure a new generation of minions fills my treasure chest?"
"I...I don't know. I don't know if I want to settle down or be free. I don't know what I want."
"Minions, you can't start a war just because you can't find a suitable mate," Winkle said. "To avoid the jealousy of other servants, you should serve everyone"
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But his servants didn't see it that way. "If Your Majesty betrays me to an entire army of slaves, I will find a way to make you pay the price."
"Minion, I'm worried about your future," Winkle replied. "I will make you my servant god to serve me forever, but what legacy will you leave behind?" None of my current men are up to your standards. If my treasure is to grow, your bloodline must continue. "
Despite his attempts to cheer him up, his main minion seemed... depressed. "Your Majesty, I owe you my life."
"Yes, it is true, and I will always remind you of it."
"So whatever you ask me to do, I will do it, and I will always put your interests first," Friend Victor reminded his master of his servant oath. "But I haven't figured out what's good for me yet. I'm exhausted."
"Minion, your dragon's blood makes you immune to weak flames; you cannot burn. This is all your imagination."
"Yeah...that's right. It's all in my head."
Winkle observed his friend, his majestic tail and wings clinging to his ape-like body. The answer to his "disease" was already clear.
"Minion, you have gained part of my glory and grown wings and a tail." said the emperor. "But you're still half human. You're somewhere in between. Your mind is torn apart like your body, unable to settle on one side or the other. As long as you can't decide whether to stay a human or go for the dragon By completely giving up this part of yourself, you will never make a firm decision about anything!"
His little eyes looked up at his beloved master.
"Why don't you speak, slave?"
"I never thought that as time goes by, His Majesty becomes smarter and smarter."
"Minion, I've always been the smartest, the smartest. You've never heard that before."
"I doubt it," replied Manlin Victor, unaware that he was incapable of recognizing the absolute truth about the dragon's way of life. "What is your Majesty's current level?"
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Brag. "God halfway!" He could already taste the voice of the demon goddess returning his gold to him for being overpriced for her services.
"I am fifty years old," Manlin Victor said, and he was not lazy. "We have a (hero badge) for your majesty, so that you can overcome the sixty-level obstacle."
"Of course, this El Dorado must have a second one for you," Winkle pointed out. Only the best treasures can be found within the walls of a golden city.
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"Oh, but you might miss the Minion Tournament!" Vai
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explain.
"Won't my presence spoil it?" his chief of staff responded. "I'm twenty levels ahead of almost everyone. It's really not fair... I'll have time to think."
"Minion, are you inviting me to a vacation?" Vai
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asphyxia.
"If I were not so bold..." Manlin Victor said following behind. "Yes. Yes, I need one."
A minion asking for leave? Impossible! That's the path to strikes, rebellion, power! No one, not even the chief of staff, has ever asked for a dragon's leave; it's right to give free rewards to subordinates for their work, But what if it was requested?
Yet the fact that Manlin Victor would make such a request, after so many months of loyal, dedicated hard work, raised all sorts of alarms. Winkle looks back on his past, when he led a tribe of orcs, only to find that when he woke from hibernation, they were all gone. He never gave them a chance to breathe.
Minions...
Do the minions have needs that are unrelated to serving him?
Besides Winkel's own happiness?
Did his goblins betray him because he never considered their own most basic needs?
Intelligence check successful! You learned to self-reflect!
Winkle couldn't let his best minion feel like a goblin.
"Minions, plan our expedition first," the dragon ordered. "Afterwards, although I regret that you cannot participate in our first official gladiatorial match, I will allow you to take a week off. For the benefit of the treasure... and for your benefit."
Victor seemed not to believe his words and bowed. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Now go and rest."
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+10 sp, +1 ski, +1 i
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Somehow, watching Manlin Victor become happier, Winkel felt fuzzier inside.
Is he starting to get sick too?
