Of course, one time when Victor asked Winkle for advice, the dragon was sleeping on top of his treasure, belly exposed. "Your Majesty?" Victor asked, the dragon snoring softly like a cat. Over the past week, even as his ministers prepared for war and Samhain, Winkel remained in this state. When will he wake up?
Wait, didn't the dragon's last nap last fifty years?
…
"Your Majesty!" Victor panicked and shouted into Maggot's ear. "His Majesty!"
"What, minion?" Fankle muttered as he woke up.
The minister breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God you haven't been able to sleep for decades!"
"I'm taking a nap," Winkle replied, craning his neck. Don’t thank your little gods either. Thank me. "
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." Victor wanted to say this as sarcasm, but he couldn't help but smile sincerely. For so long he had put up with Winkle's insane conceit, and now he found it a little funny.
"Hey, minion, why did you wake me up so early? Are the fairies attacking? Is the Dodo extinct again?"
"Not yet," the Prime Minister responded, even as he heard disturbing news about the dodo's high rate of "unexplained" mutations. Gobrina also told him that the Iron Empire had an unusually high rate of cancer after their last battle. "I need to talk to His Majesty. I need advice, and...you are my friend and the person I trust most."
"Of course I am." Monster Maggot observed him silently for a while, and then made a decision. "Let's go to the roof."
"Privacy?"
"Also, in memory of me, go watch the fireworks." Long paused briefly. "Because there are fireworks in my honor, right?"
"Yes."
Victor knows his dragons too well.
This should be a day of joy. She made the best candy in town and even pulled her Little Red Riding Hood costume out of the warehouse.
However, Gevaudan was not happy at all.
Everyone was out having a good time, knocking on doors asking for sweets; the werewolves had done the same thing in previous Samhain festivals, although there was much less variety then. But she was in no mood to participate.
"I'm sorry, Al," Chocolate said, walking away from her window and sitting at the dining room table, "I think I'm going to stay home tonight."
"That's good," her friend, wearing a black cloak and fake vampire fangs, tried to comfort her. The Dryad originally planned to disguise herself as a mummy, but abandoned the plan after it reminded her of her fiasco with the abominable Aknapeppe. "I'm going to stay with you. We can even play my new Boa
ds&co
quest". "
"The one with the country of trolls and werewolves?"
"that one".
"Thanks," Chocolat replied, reviewing the pies and sweets she had prepared for tonight. She had prepared some for her brother and Savuluse, intending to visit them tomorrow on the Mumoun.
"If you don't want it, we can cast a spell," Allison said suddenly. "Personally, if I were in your shoes, I would vote for it."
"I don't know, Al," Chocolate replied. She did plan to have a baby one day and even fantasized about Vic getting her pregnant. But not now, not even in a few years.
Chocolate knew there were some people who thought her antics were crazy. But she knew that if she wanted to, she would make a great mom! She would teach her kids how to hunt demons for food, and all the skills they need to survive in the wild! Vic wouldn't abandon her, so she did too You can raise them with him!
But Chocolate is still young and cute. She didn't need eight months and all the hassle that comes with it.
She just can't make a decision yet.
There was a knock on the door, possibly her first customer. "Here it comes!" Chocolate welcomed the distraction and walked over to open the door.
The thing in the doorway was a tall, lanky, noodle-thin humanoid. His body is that of a wooden scarecrow, save for a pumpkin head set alight by unnatural flames. The man had a cloak on his back, a peasant hat on his head, and a blue lantern hanging from his belt. He smelled of forest, ashes and candy.
"Prank," the monster held out a hissing bag filled with screaming faces, "or a treat?"
"Of course, I have cake!" Chocolate smiled and gave the guest a piece of pie. "Here you go, hope you like it."
The strange guy looked at the piece of meat, held it in one hand, and took a bite. "So sweet," he said, swallowing a slice whole. "Jack Lantern, thank you."
"Are you new here?" Chocolate asked with a smile. "I don't think we've met yet!"
"Jack only goes out once a year on Samhain. Jack doesn't like mortals, but he likes the taste of their sweet treats. Jack will come back next year for a full cake."
"You can eat with us now," Chocolate replied kindly. "I love having dinner with new people while the cat is in the oven."
"Can Jack come in?" The guy sounded surprised, as if this was the first time he'd been invited to dinner.
"Of course. Don't you mind ghouls and vampires? My friends Jules and Charlene will come too, but they are very nice people." Rollo refused because he was still busy farming.
"Very good. Jack likes the taste of Manlin too."
"Then you'll get along great!" Just don't ask Charlene what books she recommends. "
Kia looks at the moon rocket with great satisfaction.
Rather, he was cornered by kobolds on Onub. Buzz Jelly followed them, looking at Rocket with awe and nostalgia.
"Today," she began to the crowd of monsters and followers of the Stonewall Order who had come to watch the launch, "we have gathered to celebrate the departure of Onubu, the founder of the mysterious order of the Stonewall Order, as he was 'convinced 'Left this planet forever."
"Yes!" cheered one of the Stonewall Cultists. "It's time to take the word Japan to the stars!"
"Go find the green-skinned tramp!"
Executing him would have made him a martyr, but the attempt to expose his shady side failed. It's strange; the more they prove Okonnu is a fraud, the more his followers believe him.
So, they will make this pest disappear.
"So we can confirm," Kia asked the dwarf engineer overseeing the launch, insisting she gave the order herself. "You want to send him to a planet at the edge of the solar system?"
"Yes, the rocket will send him wherever it can. This is the safest and most tested rocket we have ever designed."
"Is there no way he can come back?"
"No."
"I'll be back!" shouted Oknu. "I'm going to gather a group of foreign tramps as a harem, and then form an army -"
Buzz Jelly jumped forward and slapped the Orc in the face. "Board!" it ordered as it bounced back. "Bring the sword and rocket!"
"But—"
"A sword! For the country!"
The injured Liar seemed ready to argue, but the little slime scared him into silence. Okonu climbed into the rocket and the metal door closed behind him.
"I like that our prophets need guidance sometimes," one orc said. "It reminds me of when Oji was doubtful about letting a carriage run over him."
"Yes, everyone is skeptical about going to Japan. He is telling us that everything is fine."
Kia shut her mouth, glad to finally be rid of this idiot. These cultists have been harassing her Stonewall Order since she first came to Overmond; with Ornub leaving the planet, she hopes the deception will disappear within a few generations.
Maybe that was just wishful thinking, but hope kept her alive. Not even her patron god Mithras could lift her curse, and she needed any happiness she could find.
"Three..." Kia counted down with a happy smile. "Two, one...zero!"
With a cataclysmic sound, the rocket flew up, leaving dust everywhere. Kia covered her face with her hands to protect herself from the smoke, and everyone watched as the aircraft carrier got higher and higher. Bass Jelly, in particular, seemed mesmerized by the spectacle.
The rocket reaches the clouds and prepares to penetrate the clouds and continue flying outside the atmosphere. Kia breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting rid of that damn trouble
Prosperity!
The rocket exploded into thousands of fragments as it ascended.
The Paladin froze in stunned silence as she watched the fragments fall in the flames around the launch site. "Destruction!" shouted Buzz Jelly. "Sword breaks!"
"The invisible bourgeois fairy destroyed the rocket!" shouted the little engineer, but there was neither panic nor commotion in the crowd.
In fact, Mu
mu
i
The residents looked very curious. "Do you think we can get rocketed to Japan?" one orc asked another.
"I'm not sure...we should try and check."
Keya looked at the smoke above her head. Although she knew she should be a little regretful, Onubu's sudden death made her even happier. It's not very Paladin-y, but after she's forced to drink salt water for the rest of her life and agrees to fight in a new century war, she deserves it.
…
"I need a hobby," she said to herself as the dopamine wore off.
Maybe she should try Monster Poker?
As he sat on the highest tower of the castle, his entourage resting beside him, Winkle observed the city at night. As usual at this time of year, Samhai
There will be ghostly activity; ghosts hover in the sky; swarms of bats gather around buildings; werewolves, vampires and other creatures parade through the streets.
It feels like it was a lifetime ago when this place was just a dirty farm.
"We're late!" Fankle complained as they saw a rocket explode on the ground.
"No, it's just a test," Manlin Victor said, although he sounded very pleased with himself. “But the view is great.”
"It's not spray-painting the sky with color," Winkel noted. "I wanted to turn these blacks into gold and red."
"Five more minutes, Your Majesty."
Fankle grumbled impatiently as he realized he could use some more sleep. "What do you want to say to me, Manlin Victor?"
"I'm going to have a baby."
The dragon immediately turned his head away from the rocket and turned to his chief of staff. "About time!" Vai
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joy. "Minion, if this continues, I think I will have to raise you with my own hands at Breathing Point!"
"I'm grateful that His Majesty trusted me to do this on my own."
"How many?" Long asked for more details. "I hope you didn't have kids with Knight Kia? You were too good to her."
"No, I didn't have children with her," Manlin Victor replied, then added in surprise. "But apparently I have at least sixteen kids on the way."
Sixteen? "Is that all?"
His minions didn't understand. "Only this?"
"You have to do some more," Winkle ordered his precious servant. "We are at war, slave. My army needs at least three hundred more outstanding servants. Go back to work."
"Your Majesty, I..." His servant struggled to think of the next words, "I don't feel comfortable with these, let alone eat more."
"Why?" Winkle asked doubtfully. After becoming Dragon's chief of staff, isn't breeding his second reason for existing? So why does he sound so... fragile?
“I felt like I wasn’t cut out to be a father,” explains Manlin Victor.
"Minion, I kind of understand that this might be a difficult task considering your obligations to me. While many wealthy monsters have tried to woo me, I've never been interested in spawning myself. They're A bottomless pool of money. But you are my minister and your children will be well taken care of."
That is, they always get food and a job as a servant.
"I have assets, connections, and a lot of magic," Manlin Victor replied. "Although His Majesty only allows me to keep one-tenth of my income, I know I can support them. But I don't want to just be a breathing wallet yet..."
"Friend Victor," Winkle interrupted. "How do you feel about that?"
His minister remained silent, trying to make sense of his thoughts.
"I was scared," Manling Victor admitted. "I'm scared because I know myself. I'm not dad of the year material. I'm bisexual, always on the move, totally incapable of being committed to one woman. It's like finding a job that I know I'm not suited for. It’s a job, but I have to do it anyway! I’m scared because I never planned this and it just fell into my lap without warning!”
Winkle turned away from his friend and pointed at Mervyn. "Minion, look at this. Look at this place we created."
His servant did so, although he did not understand what his master meant.
"Now, do you remember why I came here in the first place?" Vai
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asked.
"His Majesty wants a larger cave to store his gold."
"That's right. I never wanted to rule an empire where the sun never sets, but that's it. None of this is what I want, but I still enjoy ruling this beautiful minion utopia."
"Your Majesty, you mean that even if I never plan to have children, I will slowly love them?"
"I know, slave." Vacker nodded.
His Manling seemed unconvinced, so Long elaborated further. "Minions, children are like treasures in your treasure trove. You may have started collecting treasures because of your love of gold, but it is your responsibility to care for and protect your personal wealth in all its forms. Sometimes you feel like a suicidal person is giving away The treasures don’t meet your standards, or you don’t know how to clean that platinum statue, but you have to take care of them anyway.”
"Your Majesty, this metaphor makes me a little confused, but I think I understand the lesson." "I have a responsibility to take care of my children, and even though I may not be the father they need, I should at least do the best I can?" Let me take my time. Do you like it?"
Vai
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Nod. "Take care of your treasures, all of them"
Manling Victor's sad face turned into a smile. "It's very deep."
"I know. I rarely share my dragon wisdom with you since you're almost a perfect Minion already."
"His Majesty is the best friend a man like me could ask for."
"Who else?" Winkle asked. "Now stop worrying about the future and enjoy the present."
Because his minions finally decided to set off fireworks. Both V&V members looked up at the sky, where exploding rockets sprayed colorful smoke and lights into the darkness. Winkle and Victor watched the festivities in happy silence all night until the dragon broke it up.
"Not even a fairy will take this place from me, friend Victor."
"About that, Your Majesty," Manlin Victor said sadly. "Are we really going to kill them all?"
"What do you mean, slave?"
"If they have souls and feelings now...is endless war the only way out?"
On a remote island, near the coast of the New World, a group of winged women labored in a land filled with ash.
They had been working for weeks, months, to exhume their buried owners. Their resolve never wavered, especially after finding the missing member. As they struck the volcanic stone with their spears, a woman named Sigrun issued orders for the ghosts to remove the debris.
Finally, the earth trembled and they formed a circle.
A strong hand appeared between them, brandishing a lightning gun.
Thunder resounded across the sea.
Earth, Baltic Sea.
There was blood in the water tonight, which brought a smile to his face.
The man's world is a scary place for someone like Merlin. He could feel the magic holding him slipping away, and even here, the system wasn't working. Pied Piper is still strong, but some of his perks refuse to activate. How strange.
"It doesn't matter," he thought, glancing at the human corpses swept away by the waves. Golems who commit carnage stand on the bridge of a metal car, floating on the water; giant steel whales, used by apes to spy on and eliminate each other.
The rift in space they once used to cross the world's borders is still open, large enough for an army to pass through. His sister Odius waited on the other side, using ancient fairy magic to keep it open for the next few hours. Enough to move the whale to Outremund.
What do the monkeys call it?
A Typhoon-class nuclear submarine.
"Interesting." Mummy Aknapep, Sabra's emissary to his former "allies," inspects the holes in the metallic whale skin. "pretty."
"Indeed," Mel Lin said, peeking into the hole to see the giant arrow inside. "Think about it, they put them in a warehouse to collect dust."
If the apes didn't want to use their own weapons, their ancestors would happily commandeer them. With the knowledge Apple knew how to operate these arrows, they could equip his sister's Crom Cruach and burn all their enemies to death.
Long’s farm bore the brunt.
"Lord Sabra demands revenge," Aknapape said. "But this is the moment I've been waiting for."
"Huh?" Lin asked, a little curious.
"I said I wouldn't wake up until the end of the world...but I like to get up early."
