After saving the dodos from extinction—so that he could harvest their experience later—Winkle led his flying team west, toward the continent of Serica. His chief of staff, Manlin, insisted on setting up the teikku Empi, an island off the coast of Japan.
e) Stay.
For some reason, he and Knight Kia often refer to it as "Japanese" when discussing it together.
Winkel expected to receive a warm welcome, befitting his status.
Instead, he found the island's shores walled, covered in cannon, and the nearest port city on fire. An airship similar to the Tateng crashed into a pagoda-like house. The smoke column darkened the sky. Amidst the sound of gunfire, Long could hardly hear what he was thinking.
Winkle hovered in the sky, surveying the ground below, watching the Menlin battle an army of orcs, orcs, beasts, and horned monsters. They all wielded arquebuses, swords, and spears and attacked each other angrily.
However, both parties were petrified when they saw a real dragon.
"Goji
a!" Locals expressed awe at Winkel's majesty. "Goji
a!"
"GOJIRA!"
Winkle made this known by sending a great roar and a breath of fire into the sky. He then landed in the middle of the street, crushing the houses beneath him.
Of course, even though he's a killjoy, Qi Mei tries to imitate him, spitting acid from one head, fire from the other, and the last one being cold. Rather than groveling before the beautiful Winkle, the locals screamed in horror at the imitation. "Ki
gu Gido
a !KINGU GIDORA!”
"You scared them, Zemi!" Winkle scolded his servant's mount, which lowered its head in shame as he landed shyly. "Turn around, no one likes you!"
"Your Majesty, please stop bullying my children!" Manling Victor complained.
"Golinic is sorry," the policeman apologized, retreating to a corner. The rains summoned wherever the inbred animal went began to extinguish the fires. "Glenich will be sad to have no flying princess..."
See zmey succumb to Vai
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, the locals calmed down, especially when they noticed Ma
li
g Victo
While petting the animal. He was joined by Knight Kya, barely noticed by anyone with her silly gryphon mount.
"Manlin Victor, announce my arrival to these peasants," Winkel ordered his herald, who climbed down from his horse and the knight Kia imitated him.
Despite the locals pointing weapons at him, the vizier moved towards the terrified locals. Delicious Malfi finally gave the Prime Minister a new piece of armor, one that was better than the last; mostly because it used Winkle's favorite colors of gold and crimson alongside the bland black. The armor was slimmer than Manlin Victor's previous one, a mixture of steel plates, chainmail, and crimson clothing covered in sinister symbols. The spikes formed a crown on the helmet.
The scene reminds Winkle of his loss, and the dragon promises himself that it will not leave the land without his new crown.
"Citizens of the Iron Kingdom!" I am Victor Dalton, Grand Chancellor of the V&V Empire, Ishfania, and the Alban Mountains! Your Majesty, the Dragon Wyenquil Goldenbeard Knight, Lord of the Pirate Sea Emperor, liberator of the Minions, conqueror of Golden Dorado, savior of the Dodo race, come in peace!”
The locals exchanged worried, confused glances and responded in a strange language that Winkle couldn't understand.
"Japanese," the Prime Minister said.
"I'm going to cast a translation spell," Knight Kia announced.
"Wait!" Manlin Victor stopped her. "Can I...can I speak to them without automatic translation?" Only once. "
"Do you speak Japanese, Vic?" the paladin asked, suspicious of his chief of staff.
"Oh, no, not at all, but..." the vizier looked embarrassed. "But...but when I lived on Earth...there was something I always wanted to do if I went to Japan."
The Chief of Staff approached the crowd and immediately caught their attention. He took a breath, gasped, and spoke.
"Keikaku doh
i!"
The locals seemed to understand the words but completely missed their meaning. The minister was a little uneasy. He tried a longer sentence and pointed the sickle at them.
“Omae is mou shi
dei
u!”
Many people screamed and ran away, Knight Kia covered her face with her hands in annoyance; Manlin Victor smiled evilly, strangely happy.
At least until he was challenged.
"A
a A
a…”
Only one orc dared to defy the Prime Minister. He was thin and frail for a man of his green skin, and wore a ridiculous jacket and shirt with a botched planetary symbol painted on it. He carried no weapons; he had no need of them.
"Oh, you're approaching me?" Victor asked as the creature walked confidently toward him.
"If I don't get close to you, I can't force you out." The orc replied in the same language.
"Does he speak slang?" Kia almost took a step forward, but Vai
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Put a hand in front of her.
"Do not interrupt the ceremony," the dragon ordered, as his chief of staff and the orcs came together. "You're going to ruin it."
Soon, his chief of staff and the orc were standing face to face, just inches apart.
"Okay, I admit, I had a brief period when I was a teenager," Victor said suddenly. "There's a part of me that I don't want, and I hate it every time I see that mysterious Stonewall Order. I just want to get it off my chest and bury it."
"Then you need to accept that part of yourself before you can let it go," the orc said proudly. "Mudkips are mai waifu."
"Is it okay to be a waiter for Archer?" replied Manlin Victor, a strange play on words that Winkel could not understand.
"Stupid sexy Locke," the orc replied.
"Don't...the minister said, looking a little shy, and then mustered up the courage to fight back. "Don't believe in yourself!" Believe in the me who believes in you!"
"You are a truly cultured person and you deserve my respect. Are you happy now?"
"Yes," Manling Victor said. "I think I can finally put this childish phase to rest."
"It's okay to look forward, but there's nothing shameful in the beginning." The chief of staff shook the orc's hand with manly friendship. "Go ahead and stop crying. You are reborn as a new person."
"I didn't understand what I was seeing," K
ight Kia said.
"Because you lack the necessary genius," Winkle replied, since her IQ was probably a square root nine. Apparently, according to the dragon's understanding, they belonged to the same ancient secret brotherhood; Manlin Victor officially left here through a primitive ritual
Since the orcs fought on the side of the orcs, the Menlin took this friendship as an alliance and made a wise choice; they fled in all directions, with their enemy on their tail.
"Are you the leader of this ragtag group?" Wankel asked the orc, then glanced at his motley army.
"Oh, no, I'm just the herald." The greenskin barked orders to the orcs, and the orcs ran away. "My name is boss. Anyway, we are winning this battle and saw a dragon with us. Together it might help even more.”
Fankel didn't have to wait long before the leader of the vermin appeared, followed by a group of heavily armed ogre bodyguards.
To his surprise, the leader was neither an orc nor a giant, but a small female elf, wearing exquisite golden armor and holding a strange half-gun, half-sword weapon. An older orc in a red cloak and iron fangs followed her, and at the sight of Winkle he hid behind an ogre.
"Vic? The goblin leader recognized the vizier and asked.
"Gobli
a?"
"Vic!" The goblin immediately stepped forward and hugged Winkel's chief of staff. "It's so nice to see you! You traded your horse for a zmey? That's it!"
"I kept both," the minister replied, snapping his fingers and summoning his nightmare horse. "She's still as grumpy as ever though."
"You should have paid attention to me," the horse complained.
"Vic, do you know this goblin?" Kia asked worriedly.
"Yeah, we went to school together! We're rivals in everything!" Manlin Victor whistled to the goblin army. "You have your own army now!"
"I wanted to rule this continent first, but then I remembered the lessons of the (Conquer the World) course." Goblin slapped her chest. "Don't conquer the interior first, or the heroic nations will invade you!" Start with an isolated island! A week later, I gathered an army and invaded these shores. "
"So you're taking over with a bunch of monsters?"
"Oh, no, no, I'm going to do it vizier style. March on the capital, seize the legitimacy of the Emperor's "protection of himself" and me, and then declare myself regent of the shogunate. In his name, I'm going to use force When you come to rule, everything that goes well is your own credit, and anything that doesn’t go well is your responsibility and the emperor.”
"You are the most promising among us," Manlin Victor said, with tears of pride in his eyes.
"Vic, you always beat me in magic class, but who got the top marks in (world conquest) class?" Huh?" the goblin waved her little fist. "My friend, join me. Together we can bring order to this lawless land. With your magic and my army, we will be unstoppable! I will give you wealth and the entire harem of an emperor!”
"This is……"
"Don't poach my chief of staff!" Winkel defended his fortune.
"Then form an alliance with me!" the goblin offered, speaking like a little dragon. "Help me conquer these lands, one lord against another! One day our alliance will rule the world!"
Vankel paid little attention, his attention being drawn to someone else.
His eyes fell on the older orc, trying to hide behind an equally frightened red-horned ogre. "Have we met?" Winkle asked, and the little animal was too shy to answer. He looks familiar.
"It was my father and my mentor," Gobrina said. "He serves a dragon like you!"
After hearing these words, the old goblin wearing the invisibility cloak seemed extremely uneasy. Somehow Fankel knew he had seen him somewhere. There was something familiar about him, but all orcs looked the same...
Skill check…
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"What? Correct your misjudgment!" Fankel insisted, but the screen didn't listen to him.
"I'm sorry that Fankle had a terrible experience with goblins in the past," Manlin Victor told Gobrina.
"I swear, one day I will find those cowards who abandoned me in my sleep and eat them all," Vankel replied, and the old goblin peed on himself as if it had anything to do with him. "Now, regarding the proposal of alliance..."
"It's fun, but we also have our own wars," Kia said hurriedly, always looking like a spoiler.
"Yes, we believe our enemies have begun recruiting local elves," Manlin Victor told Gobrina. "We're here to investigate."
"Elf?" The elf chuckled and snapped his fingers. "Vic, don't worry, we'll figure it out"
A group of orcs approached holding a familiar bottle and showed it to Winkle's team.
"Is that the bottle of Mott?" asked the dragon, smoke rising from his nostrils as he recognized the cursed object.
“I had this idea when Vic told me!” Gobrina said, tapping the bottle. "I had my mages copy them, and we started using captured fairies to power them instead of power stones."
"You use tortured fairies as batteries?" Victor asked, impressed.
"We don't 'torture' them. We just beat them half to death and then catch them, and sometimes we let them fight. I can't let the elves mess with my iron laws of fairness and kindness. Two rulers can't—" The elves are very worried. He quickly caught himself, for Winkle's eyes grew sharper, aware that she might utter the cursed words, "Collect tribute from the same peasant."
“I saw that there was attention to (Farmer Mathematics),” Manlin-Victor said. "Can you give us some bottles like these?"
"Of course. As long as you help me conquer this island. You don't have to stay long; with you and your dragon master on our side, this war is a win. Just burn a few castles and raise the dead, Then bring an army of demons to help me invade the capital."
"We can do that." The minister turned to his master. "I mean, we've already done it once in Port Vacker."
"You're really considering helping a goblin overlord take over a civilized nation," Chia told Winkle's chief of staff disapprovingly.
"Paladin?" Gobrina asked Victor in a voice full of contempt.
"She's really nice when you get to know her."
"I don't think that's what Deathclown meant when he said, 'Fuck the Law and the Paladins.'"
"You can't help the orc army take over!" Kia insisted to Winkle. "This is so inhumane!"
"But not a dragon," Winkle replied.
"For all we know, they will enslave and exterminate all humans on the island!" the Paladin prayed for her kind.
"Is it true?" Winkle asked the goblin. Slave is an insult to slave.
"I vouch for Gobrina's honor." "She will enslave no one. She will recruit all species equally as her servants."
"Do you like me?" Winkle asked, delighted that he had caught the imitator's attention.
"Yes, but she'll be tougher."
"I have a dream," cried the conqueror of the goblin. All the people of the world will be united under my rule. A world where goblins can have their own minions!"
"As long as you respect the Dragon Law of Minion Deontology, I don't see anything wrong with that," Winkle declared.
"I will modernize this country," the Goblin Lord said, placing his hands behind her back in a powerful gesture. "We will build factories, educate the masses in a government-friendly way, and provide jobs for everyone so that my war machine can remain fully operational."
"Yeah, she's just going to do what the local emperor has done, but better!" Victor argued to Kia.
"We don't have time. Helping her will ruin your country's reputation among civilized countries." The knight said that he had no reason to argue with the dragon. "How do you think Gadmani would react if they knew that a monster nation helped another nation overthrow an empire?"
"But if we form an alliance, we can get her help against the orcs. Gobli
a?" Victor asked the goblin lord, who nodded furiously.
"Your arguments are all good, but you forget one key factor," Winkel decided. Only he remembers the reason for this trip around the world in the first place, and why he started the adventure. "Goblin, I just have one question."
He raised his hand and snapped his paws together.
"How much?"
The goblin warlord asked for a pen and a scroll, wrote down a number, and showed it to the dragon.
Three days later they conquered the country.
For a crown and a pile of gold coins.
