"My crown..." Waikr lamented as he rested on deck. "My crown..."
"I know, Your Majesty," Manlin Victor assured him, while his entourage of undead dwarves kept an eye on the pirates. After salvaging what they could from the wreck and using the power of Victor's Cup to resurrect their dead minions, the adventurers spent several hours in that devil's triangle with no shore in sight. "We'll buy you another one!"
"It better be you, slave!" After the pirate kindly "gifted" the captain's hat to him, Winkle took the captain's hat instead. His accommodation is also unsuitable for his status!
The pirates out of the goodness of their hearts gave the ship to Winkle, and the dragon climbed onto the deck and managed to get between the two masts. It was extremely uncomfortable, but when the minions were able to transport him, the dragon felt too good to fly.
Still, he mourned the destruction of the piggy bank wholeheartedly.
So he renamed the ship "Piggy Bank Two".
"Barnabas the Troll has to make a new crown from scratch, and make it brighter!"
"I'll contact him again as soon as we leave the Triangle," said his friend Victor, turning to the two pirates who were trying to rob him. “How far are we from civilization?”
"I don't know, traveling in the Triangle is weird," Bird muttered. "Electricity, magnetism, even the sky changes randomly!"
"We rarely venture there, only after a storm has damaged the ship."
"If our ship is not overweight, it will be much faster." Bird Bird glanced at Long and said. The emperor wondered if he should understand something before brushing it off.
"That's not an answer," Winkle replied, his pain making his voice harsher.
"Give us a few days until we find a way out again," Bird said hastily. "Then we can reach Port Dennell, the pirate city, and resupply there."
"Then you will let us go?" the orc begged.
"Of course not," Winkle replied. "Servantship is a matter of life and death"
"I used to think that egalitarianism was the only form of equality," muttered a dwarf who came to life. "I admit my mistake. Egalitarianism in which everyone is equal in death is the purest form of equality."
"How about we make everyone undead?" another dwarf added. Like his companions, he looks the same as he did in life, except that his skin is paler.
"Be patient, my companion. Be patient. All ends in death."
Apparently, this exchange makes the living work harder to reach civilization.
"I tell you, friend Victor, Wotan will pay ten times the price for your humiliation." Fankel has not wanted revenge so much since the battle with Lovelle.
"Who is that guy?" asked his friend Victor. "We survived one round, but I'm pretty sure he'll come back for another."
"He is an ex who calls himself 'King of Wotan.'" Winkle hates the title because he copied it from the dragon. "When they were little, when the fairy and the dragon were fighting, my grandfather told him what to do and took his eyes."
"I guess they didn't see eye to eye afterwards," joked Manlin Victor.
"Since then, he has been hunting down my loved ones so he could exact revenge on his targets," Winkle said. He once said disdainfully that his previous victims were all disabled dragons, but now he understands. "Through the use of false princesses called Valkyries, he lured many of my people to their deaths. We nicknamed him Dragonbane, but after the fairies sued for peace, he returned to his northern lands..."
"Until His Majesty declares war on them again," Victor continued, "I'm surprised he doesn't break the deal like Melodius did."
"Wotan had many characteristics, but he was cunning and treacherous. He meant what he said and he only believed in power." Winkel still remembers that battle and the pain when he was struck by lightning. "If he can hurt my primitive scales, he'll be stronger."
But his previous strategy only worked because of the surprise. The next time they meet, the dragon will kill him.
"One thing about this bothers me," said friend Victor. "He used [charged attack] before using a devastating lightning attack."
"Like my breath." Wacker nodded.
"Yes, like you."
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"You believe Wotan copied my class?!" This thought made Fankel restless enough to shake the whole ship.
"That's impossible because as far as I know you need a soul to level up and orcs don't have souls."
"Minion, before I came, didn't everyone believe that dragons couldn't be upgraded?" Wankel reminded his servant. As a true detective who had uncovered Fuliburn's conspiracy, he knew better than to rule out a possibility just because it invalidated prior facts.
"Yes, and imitators can create corrupted (emblems)," Manlin Victor added. "Even though it seems hard to believe... they may have exploited a flaw in the system to give themselves class. If I'm right, the worst is yet to come..."
"I will not tolerate the fairies stealing from the dragon-made system," Vankel declared. “With or without class, I beat them and I would do it again.”
"We have to get back to Mervyn and prepare our defense—"
"No."
Victor paused. "There's none?"
"It's clear that Freebon sent Wotan to delay our actions so that he could destroy El Dorado like he destroyed the entire moon." "We abandon exploration is exactly what he wants."
His minister, awed by his master's powers of reasoning, remained silent, then placed his hand on his helmet as a sign of respect. "Your Majesty, leave Mervyn——"
"My servants will take care of themselves." Winkle ignored the servant's worries. "How can we feel safe if we can't count on them to protect my treasure and empire in our absence?" You have to learn to trust, my dear Victor. "
"Yes, but-"
As the night watchman sounded the alarm, the ringing of the bell interrupted the Chief of Staff's words. "We
esha
ks! We have sharks in the water!”
Vankel glanced up to the deck and saw at least thirty shark fins rapidly surrounding the ship from all sides. While Manlin Victor and the undead remained calm, the pirates panicked, just like true minions.
"Dagon's Fang!" the orc pirates panicked. "We are doomed!"
"See, we can fight them off," Victor replied, casting a spell on himself. "Wenkel cooks, I cut, you nail-"
"They have a (fisherman) in the lead!" the bird growled at him.
Fankle snickered, but to his surprise, his face froze with fear. "(Fisherman)?" he repeated fearfully. "How many levels?"
"Twenty!" The bird said that he was not worthy of being a minion, and tried to fly out of the ship and abandon the ship. He had only flown a few meters when he was harpooned from below and dragged screaming beneath the waves.
"Beep!" Victor looked up at his master. "Your Majesty, don't hide anything! This is a life and death battle!"
"Minion, why should I be afraid of a fish preying on other fish?" Winkle asked, nonchalantly reaching into the water and grabbing a humanoid shark between his fingers. The animal tried to bite his hand, but his teeth were broken by the dragon's scales.
"Because they had a hatted (fisherman)!" Victor dodged the teeth of a shark, one of which jumped overboard and tried to bite his head off. The chief of staff whirled and threw him overboard. However, six blue sharks climbed aboard and attacked the crew with their fangs and tridents.
A huge white-skinned shark jumped out of the water and shook the entire deck. His hide was covered with blasphemous marks, and a necklace of fangs hung gleaming around his neck. “You mammals will fear the wrath of Jambe, the chosen one of Lord Dagon!” he roared, swinging the harpoon that killed the bird. “I will rip your legs apart with my scissor steel tee.” ——”
"Jaja?" said Manlin Victor, seeming to recognize the creature.
Captain Shark immediately stopped roaring threats and squinted his crimson eyes to see the Chief of Staff. "Vic? Vic, is that you?"
"Jaja!" Victor rushed to Shark Man's side, his fear turning into joy.
"Vic, you son of a bitch!" Shark and Winkle's chief of staff immediately engaged in a strange brotherly embrace. "What are you doing here?" Wait, is that your boss over there?"
"We crashed on a nearby island, and we 'recruited' the ship's crew. Indeed, the dragon is my master.'" Fankel noticed something odd in the way his friend pronounced the word, but he guessed His minions needed to take the pressure off.
"Nice to meet you, Wenjue. Vic keeps saying how much he misses you." The shark turned to his companions, who stopped attacking in the confusion. "Stop attacking, he is my friend! We went to school together!"
"School?" Winkle asked his chief of staff, letting go of the Shark Man as the others stopped harassing his entourage. Except for the leader, both groups glared viciously at each other.
"Scholar," said Victor Friend, without explanation. "We took the same (ceremonial magic) class."
"I'm catching up on lessons, learning how to awaken my own monster lord, the great Dagon, from his sleep beneath the waves," Shark explained. "Vic helped me practice and we had a lot of fun. "Remember that shogoth?"
"How could I not remember this?" Wait, wait, don't tell me it was your master who caused the field effect?"
"Then I won't tell you," Jia jambe replied with a proud smile. Fankle's new minions flinched at the sight of his three rows of teeth. "We almost woke him up, I can almost smell the blood in the water. Too bad that boat is yours, or I would have taken it away."
"I can only respect that kind of conscientiousness on the part of a chief of staff, even if it's not my own chief of staff," Winkel said. "However, I don't see how attacking us would help your master."
"Well, we need emotional tributes for sacrifice," the shark replied. "Since this is a slave ship, I don't think anyone will notice."
"Slobber boat?" Fankel narrowed his eyes and looked at the fish.
"Why, really? I mean, I can smell the blood of all the elves in the cabin from fifty miles away."
Winkle and Victor exchanged glances, then glared at the pirates.
It turned out that there were more than a hundred "slaves" locked in the cargo hold of the ship, so crowded that there was only room for half of them. Since Winkle was too big to see himself, he sent his servants down, and they brought back a group of elves who were sick, beaten, and as scared as rats.
They probably thought he was going to eat them.
"Apparently the crew preys on and enslaves would-be colonists or exploration ships that run aground in Devil's Triangle," Victor said to his master, clearly disgusted. “Special attention is paid to endangered species.”
"Danaisport is a slave-trading pirate port, where elves can be sold for a lot of money." One of the sharks said.
"I'm just saying, if you need to lighten up your ship," Shark Jambe glanced at the pirate minions, who were standing in a straight line, taking a piss. "I can help."
"Don't eat slaves, Jaja," Victor shut him up immediately.
"We don't work slaves," protested Shark Jambe. "There's very little meat on them, like they're chewing on bones. We're not dogs. I can arrange the crew."
Winkle grew impatient with his ignorance. "Minions, what is slavery?"
His chief of staff looked up at him. "Your Majesty doesn't know?"
"I hear this all the time from smaller species, and they all seem to agree that it's bad... but I don't understand why they do it."
"Because the wages are high!" shouted one of the pirates, as if this would save him from punishment.
"Shut up!" Victor scolded him for speaking inappropriately, although it aroused Winkel's curiosity and greed. "Slaves... they're like minions, only worse for them."
"Slavery can't be a bad thing," Winkle replied. After all, the only option is food. How could anyone refuse this promotion? "So why are these creatures... dishevelled? Aren't they being cared for?"
“No, because slaves are commodities,” explains friend Victor. "They can be bought and sold as the owner wishes."
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protested. "You have to win them over and earn their admiration!"
"And they have no rights, no pay, no care, no holidays, ever."
"They don't have any holidays?"
"No," Victor said ominously.
"So, if they have no gold, no rights, no time off, what do they have?" Winkle asked doubtfully.
"Nothing. Nothing, that's the problem."
The more he heard, the more the dragon disliked it. After Victor's friend explained the ins and outs of slavery, the dragon had only one reaction.
"In the name of the old monster maggot, that is i
d
ago
!" Winkle accused the pirate. "You make me ashamed to be your master!"
The pirates lowered their heads in repentance for their crimes.
"But I forgive you," Winkle said, guiding him with the maggot's spirit of forgiveness. "For I see that the evil you have committed is out of ignorance. Ignorance of the dragon way of life, which is the purest and truest way of life, as taught to us by our elder dragon ancestors. Because the true Minions are servants who care for them as if they were part of their treasure. Because minions have more affection than their master wants!"
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His friend Victor, frightened by Winkel's passion, remained eerily silent.
"Obviously, this 'slavery' is the depraved corruption of the slave system," Long continued to enlighten his audience. "Minions are not something you can wear and throw away!" Minions are sentient beings who must be cared for to the point where they want to be minions! They need to be respected, even honored, for their devotion to treasure Contribution, the dragon cannot eat them without a valid reason. This isn’t Prydan! I haven’t even gone against the worst consequences of slavery…”
"What's worse?" one of the sharks asked curiously.
"Yes! Slave traders hunted the elves to extinction, abused them, and made it more difficult for new princesses to be born!" Fankel shook his head. "As an environmentally responsible dragon, I will not stand idly by!"
"So...what suggestions does your Majesty have?" Victor asked.
"First, you unshackle all these 'slaves' so they can be freed, healed and cared for. Then we set sail to this 'Port Denaire' on our way to El Dorado, right away Bring it the civilization of dragons. I will not tolerate anyone insulting my minions on my watch."
"Oh, that should be fun," Sharkjambe thought happily. "If you can leave us a few prisoners and let us carry out the (deepening ceremony), we can lead the way for you."
Winkle glanced at the horizon, unable to see the wild, lawless land. In a land without dragons, there is hope for a better life.
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The liberator of the minions.
The new title sounds fitting.
"Minion?" Winkle asked, suddenly aware of something worrying.
"What is it, Your Majesty?"
“Am I going to be a cattle farmer?”
