They are all greedy fools!
Winkle smelled their betrayal. They all longed for his corny gold. "Minions, get out!" the evil dragon shouted from outside the pyramid, trampling the evil Fulibang statue under its feet. "Minion! Minion!"
He activates his blink ring, turning invisible and catching them as they steal. Because deep down the dragon knew that they were busy stealing his treasure.
They didn't even dare to acknowledge the emperor's order!
"Slave!" Fankel called his friend to him, but there was no answer. Manlin Victor appeared next to the dragon with a strange and worried expression on his face. "for you!"
"Y-you
His Majesty. "When the dragon was looking for its master, he heard hesitation in his voice. "You-where are you?"
"Hush, minion," Vankel said, and his servant looked in his general direction. "I'm going to surprise them with my wink ring."
"them?"
"Traitor! Tasty Malfi, bad Allison, they are traitors and thieves! I can feel it in my bones!" This thought made him angry. "But you... are not you, my chief of staff. "You are the only person I can trust. Because you adore me above all else. You still love me, right?"
"Yes - yes, of course!" Manlin Victor reassured his master. "I owe you my life!"
"Yes, you do. That's why I can trust you. Because you are my friend. Unlike those ungrateful people. Now, where are they?"
"I, I don't know!" Victor said. "We separated earlier to find Fuliben!"
"It's just an excuse to cover up their double-dealing!" Winkle illuminated the mind of his servant and dispelled his idealistic delusions. "They must have stolen as much gold as they could before escaping! We must find them!"
"I heard them talking about building another temple in the city!" said his friend Victor, remembering an important piece of evidence. "I can guide you—"
"Leader?" Winkle yelled, causing his friend to stumble. "Where? !"
"Yes, it is a verb, Your Majesty, it is a verb!"
Winkle calmed down, but only just barely. "Minion, don't tease me. I can't bear it anymore."
"Of course, Your Majesty..." Manling Victor cleared his throat. "I can take you to the temple and we'll interrogate them."
"I'd make them kiss my finger," Winkle said. "If they loved me as much as you do, they would. Not like the others."
"About that..." Manlin Victor followed, as if afraid of hearing this answer. "Where's the chocolate?"
The dragon hesitated for a moment about hurting his friend's feelings, but decided it was best to tell him what they were dealing with first. "I must, slave. She is fifty."
"Fifty what? Years? How long can a werewolf live?"
"Fifty kilograms," Wacker explained.
Manling Victor opened her mouth and noticed her near the square.
The golden statue of chocolate, holding the treacherous Felix in his arms, with a greedy expression on his face.
"I must do this, minion," Winkle told his friend, who stared at the statue in horror - horrified at her betrayal. "They coveted my gold with greedy eyes and then tried to turn me into treasure...after I gave them a job as a servant!" Do you know the unemployment rate for your kind, Manling Victor? You Don’t know, and you don’t want to know. And I’m fully employed!”
"I..." My friend Victor was speechless after hearing this.
"She is lusting after my gold!" Vai
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roar. "She'll turn you into gold too, but I saw it! I saw them both coming, her and the money-grubbing cat! How do you ask?"
Victor Manling said nothing and listened to his master's wisdom.
"I have a sixth sense and can detect the sparkle inside my slave: the sparkle!" Winkle yelled at his servant. "I can figure out how much they weigh! I can! Because I have a lot of gold, but not many minions! Do you know how much a kobold is worth?"
Intelligence check successful!
"A kobold weighs an average of twenty kilograms, and we have more than five thousand! If we don't fatten them up first, we can get a hundred tons of gold! Imagine how big my treasure will be later, slave!"
"I...I can't..."
"Because you lack imagination," Winkle replied. "But we'll start with the traitors first. Allison weighs 45 kilograms and Malfoy weighs over 120 kilograms."
His chief of staff nodded quickly and immediately flew to the new temple. Fankel followed on foot, invisible and subtle. Now that he thought about it, Bingya probably had tons of gold; after rubbing his vast wealth in the face, he could rub his opponent's face in too.
"Even Julie is full of greed, a slave," Wankel said. His sparkling senses told him she had a lust for his treasure; she had been acting like a sweet niece, and he now realized she just wanted the inheritance.
"Your Majesty will not consider turning his niece into gold, right?" Victor asked in a strange tone.
"I..." Fankel paused briefly, his head starting to hurt. His flash told him how much his niece weighed, which pleased him, but a part of him screamed, "Waikr, no!"
Charisma check successful! You temporarily regain empathy!
"Of course not," Winkle said, shocked that the idea had even occurred to him. "To me, she is worth more than gold, no matter how much I dote on her."
Manlin Victor breathed a sigh of relief.
"But to be fair, I'm going to cut her out of my will, and I'm going to cut you out of my will. I'm going to keep everything to myself."
He will only turn himself into gold, and then turn his empire into gold and become part of this magnificent El Dorado. He will always be the richest dragon until the sun disappears from the sky!
Throughout the journey, Winkle was immersed in these shining thoughts as his favorite servant led them to a new golden pyramid, albeit one with a different architectural style than the others. The statues represent giant insects, and the stairs wrap around the top of the pyramid like coiled worms.
Fankle sniffed the air. "I don't smell any treacherous servants nearby..." The evil dragon glanced at his beloved servant. "But I can smell the lich's stench on you, minion. You should take a shower, and quickly."
"Yes, of course," said Manlin Victor, as he climbed the stairs to the flat roof. Fankel also tried to climb up...
boom!
His head hit an invisible wall. The dragon struck it with his free hand and blasted it with flames, but to no avail. "Wow, I think I'll catch the minion in there!" his chief of staff said in a strange tone. "I gotta go--"
"Wait here, minion," Winkle said, activating his trump card. "Spell cleaning."
His ultimate ability was activated, weakening the barrier and stripping him of his invisibility.
His chief of staff recoiled in horror.
Because Winkle did change a bit. Some of his scales turned gold, empowered by his newfound [Curse of Greed]. He also held a long golden axe. His eyes must have shone with golden light.
As for the ax? He found it lying around. Long didn't know why, but he had an impulse to take it away. Still, like Orgren's weapon last year, it's a constant struggle for the dragon to wield it in its claws.
However, he immediately used it to smash the fence. "Fanger is coming!" the dragon roared, and his weapon shattered the invisible wall, causing it to collapse.
Nothing can stop the power of gold! He even felt his light grow stronger.
[Negative Transference] The Curse of Greed].
Dragon's flash was activated, making him suspicious of his chief of staff's strange behavior. He had been sneaking around for the past hour, much to Wacker's displeasure.
He sniffed his chief of staff, noting that he smelled of good Malfi and bad Allison. He would have shrugged at the proximity, but the smell seemed a little too strong.
It's like he's wearing them. "Minion Victor, have you been hiding the traitor from me?"
"--of course not!"
Winkle had known his chief of staff so long that it didn't take magic to recognize what those words were.
A lie!
His chief of staff lied to him!
No, no, his friend wouldn't do that. That was his imagination. But his light told him there was only one way to know for sure. "Minion," Winkle handed him his free hand. "Kiss my paw."
The quasi-gold medal Victor froze in place.
"Minion, I won't hurt you! I just want to touch you!" Fankle insisted, waving her hand at him. "If you really love me, kiss my paw!"
To his great surprise, his servant hesitated, as if torn between his loyalty and his treacherous impulses. Fankel prepares to capture him by force...
"Okay." His chief of staff straightened up. "I want to kiss your hand, Your Majesty."
"Yes you will, for I am your master."
"No," replied Manlin Victor, quickly adding before the angry dragon punished him. "I'm going to kiss your hand because you are my friend, Waikr... because I trust you."
The Dragon Emperor frowned, and his servant climbed down the stairs toward his beloved dragon, right up to his scaly hands. Manlin Victor took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and prepared to kiss his master's fingers.
He will be as perfect as a statue, the most beautiful in Vankel's collection
Charisma check successful! You temporarily regain empathy!
No.
No!
"Wait!" Fankel hurriedly pulled his hand away from his servant, but his body did not move at all. "Wait, slave!"
So does he.
[Negative Transference] The Curse of Greed].
No, this is a trick!
The Minion pretends to obey, hoping his master changes his mind at the last second! Such a subtle trick that only a dragon can uncover.
"Kiss me..." Fankel's throat tightened. "kiss Me……"
No!
What was he doing? That was his friend, the servant he had sacrificed all his savings to bring back from the dead! The man who was destined to follow Fankel all the way to God! To the dragon, he was more important than anyone else. Weight of gold is valuable!
gold……
If he turned all his possessions into gold, he could not keep every part of his treasure before his eyes. Thieves would steal his statue and share it with the poor. And then...then...
This will cause inflation!
Intelligence check successful!
Too much gold in circulation will make him poorer!
It has to stop!
(The Curse of Greed) -
Curse! "Go away!" Winkle wanted, and the universe obeyed. "Vai
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Don’t bow to anyone!”
Charisma check successful! (Curse of Greed is [denied] Dragon's Pride]!
Winkle's scales immediately returned to their crimson luster, and the overwhelming pressure of the light disappeared from his mind.
Congratulations! Through the dual power of dragon-servant friendship and economic theory, you have successfully broken the [Curse of Greed] against you, and you have gained a level of [Caesar]!
+30 hp, +10 sp, +1 st
, +1 vit, +1 ski, +1 agi, +1 i
t, +1 cha, +1 lack.
"Your Majesty did it!" Manlin Victor congratulated his master. "I knew you could just shrug that curse off!"
"Who else but the dragon, Victor friends?" Vai
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grunted. He glanced at the ax in his hand and threw it away carelessly. "The trust between Dragon and Chief of Staff is unbreakable"
As soon as he said it, he realized the consequences of his latest actions. "I turned my servants into gold." The dragon panicked. "I turned my cute minions into cursed gold"
"Yeah, if we want to change that, we've got a lot of work to do." Manlin Victor reached into his boxers before pulling out something. "You can come out now!"
In an instant, the black spot in his palm grew larger and larger, and finally turned into an insect demon, a tree spirit, and...
"FURIBON!" Smoke billowed from Winkle's nostrils.
"I rescued your servant from you, maggot." The undead replied arrogantly.
"I wish there was somewhere else to hide," Allison said, looking traumatized. "But His Majesty surprised us."
The dragon didn't care, his eyes were fixed on the undead among them. He should have known that the lich would be associated with this disaster! "Minion, get out of the way, I will burn the lich to ashes!"
"I hate you too, Knight Baine." "But we all have allies trapped by the city's curse."
"We need to work together," Manlin Victor said. "The king has destroyed the barrier. Not only can everyone move in, but the things trapped inside will also find a way out. I don't know what creatures are waiting for me inside, but the more people we have, the better. "
"Cooperation? With the Golden Killer? Enemy?" Fankel almost roared "Never". At this time, the image of Mr. Sweet Chocolate summoning the devil flashed in his mind; and Felix used a very delicate way to flatter him.
In the end, his concern for his servants triumphed over his hatred of Freebon.
"Temporarily," Wacker warned in a threatening tone. "Very temporary."
The Lich shrugged, and Manling Victor put a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go," he said, and everyone turned toward the pyramid.
Prepare to claim their fair share of the spoils.
