Victor didn't know what trouble he was in.

It was the first time in his life that he flew out of the range of an airplane. That is, the dragon held him in the palm of his hand - because his back was too good for Victor - and he accepted that abominable request as he flew towards the north side of the mountain towards the village of Valbin. Victor hated the experience; Not only did he face the cold wind, but the dragon clung to him tightly, threatening to crush him at any moment.

Victor has been very unlucky lately, and no amount of luck attributes can be changed. Dying on Earth and ending up in this fantasy world, getting caught up in trouble with bandits to make ends meet, barely avoiding six deaths before being caught by a dragon on his first adventure mission.

The world sucks!

"Your Majesty!" Victor shouted, and the two left the snowy mountains and came to the grassland, where the scene of the village came to life again in the morning sun. "I should go alone!" As soon as you come in, the guards will sound the alarm!"

Dragons are not going to accept that. "Minions, the king sometimes has to let his subjects see his face so they can remember who rules them. Moreover, I don't believe you didn't lie to me, especially on the issue of this 'class system'. ”

In retrospect, Victor wondered if telling a giant red dragon about it had been his smartest idea.

How would he know? Every civilized person on this damn planet knows it! They even have class academics!

Unsurprisingly, when they reached the wooden walls of the village, Victor heard the bells and the City Watch sounded the alarm when they saw the dragon. But that didn't help. Victor had heard that a dragon could single-handedly destroy a country, and even by reptilian standards, Winkel seemed huge.

Several archers and wizards on the ground fired arrows and lightning bolts at the legendary beast; They bounced off Winkel's scales, and Winkel didn't notice at all. "Minions, where's the town hall?" The dragon asked as it circled the village, and the villagers closed their windows as soon as they saw its terrifying shadow.

"The stone building with the bell, between the bell tower and the market, Your Majesty."

The dragon found his target and landed on its hind legs in the middle of the market, its wings flapping and its massive body blowing away most of the stalls. Human, orc, and elven merchants panicked, screaming and fleeing in a hurry, most of them not even taking their goods with them.

Wink glanced at the animal-like beasts, a look of hunger in his eyes, and then focused his attention on the town hall and its life-size, closed door. The dragon didn't care and banged his head on the entrance, shattering the walls and most of the ceiling so he could get in.

Victor finds himself standing in front of 24 heavily armed adventurers, forming a wall between the dragon and Charlene, the pretty busty receptionist that Victor wants to take out on a date after his first expedition. The mission committee, which led to this whole fiasco, stood behind her; Victor immediately noticed the damn plea between them.

A strong spearman leads the adventurers, wielding a spear as if to show off. "My companion! He shouted, white teeth glinting, a smile flashing across his face, "Are you afraid of a flying lizard?" Well, I'm not! I'm not afraid of an oversized male duck, I'll prove it to you right away!"

That bastard braggart, Alain...... Victor can't stand him, but that self-righteous bastard is the most senior adventurer in town at the age of 25. He killed many dragons and even a giant. Maybe he has a chance to kill the dragon.

With a loud roar, Alain charged with his spear, his sheer courage inspiring the other adventurers to follow suit.

With a look of superiority, Winkel lazily stretched out his free hand to the approaching spearman and flicked his fingers.

Alain flew up and crashed into a stone wall with a loud, terrifyingly funny sound. He was smashed into a pool of blood, head and bones, like a squashed mosquito.

…… They're all finished.

The adventurers immediately screamed in unison. They threw down their weapons and ran through the windows and back doors of the employees, much to Winkel's smug amusement. Only poor Charlene stood behind the desk, too frightened to move, and her poor colleagues probably hid under the desk.

Eventually, the dragon frees Victor and allows him to walk again. "Minion Victor, do so." The dragon commanded, and Charlene blinked when she heard him speak.

The poor fellow glanced at the broken window and realized that they were too far away to escape, so he cleared his throat. "Charlene," the frightened receptionist shifted his gaze from the dragon to him, "I introduce you to King Venquil I, my new boss. Long live him. ”

Her eyes widened in horror. “Vai

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The horror of Midgard?!" She clenched her fists in fear and anger, but Winkel was proud that people remembered him. "You brought an ancient red dragon to our village!" Are you crazy?"

"Yes, yes, of course I have a choice in this matter." Victor said with a blank face, pointing to the giant beast behind him.

"Victor minion, who is this woman and why do we need her?"

"Her Majesty, she is the chief of staff and receptionist of this town hall." Victor explained, cautiously motioning for Charlene to cooperate. "Charlene, please tell the angry dragon what you do"

The woman glanced up at the dragon, then wisely decided to cooperate. She dusted off her robes and posed for the professional outfit she treated every would-be adventurer, though she still visibly shivered with fear. "I manage paperwork and requests on behalf of the Garden Adventure Society. I accept requests from customers and distribute them and reward them to adventurers and mercenaries who are willing to accept them. ”

"Victor minion, have Manlin Charlene find and read aloud the request that leads you to my domain."

Of course, the dragon will not read this language, even if he can speak. Even Victor spent months studying hard. "Doesn't Your Majesty talk to others?" Victor asked the behemoth curiously.

"No, it's the Minions' duty to talk to animals," Winkel replied. "Minion Victor, have Manlin Charlene read your request aloud."

"Shalene, can you ......" The secretary had already grabbed a piece of paper on the blackboard behind him, obviously not in a hurry to test the dragon's patience.

The woman cleared her throat. "Louise, the Marquise of Carabas, has generously offered a reward of a thousand gold coins for the return of her family's precious silver sword, which was last reported to be in the hands of the Orcs of the Alban Mountains. There is a pattern of a sword on it. ”

Since most of the orcs fled the mountains years ago, Victor thought the money was easy to earn. Moreover, bringing the sword back would also give him a chance to scout the manor in Calabas, in case something attracted him.

It's a pity that the locals forgot to mention the existence of dragons.

"Looks like you're telling the truth, minion Victor. You will be forgiven. And you, Manlin Charlene, if you could tell me where I could visit this marquise and eat her cattle. ”

"Charlene, where are you—"

"I heard," the angry receptionist interrupted him. "Victor, give me your map."

The scoundrel hurriedly grabbed the old piece of paper hanging from his belt, and Shalene took the paper from his hand, grabbed a quill, and marked a place in the southeast of the township of Gadmane.

Van Kerr narrowed his eyes and looked at the plank that Charlene had accepted Louise de Carabas's request. "Minions, explain to me how it works."

"People, mainly nobles, merchants, or peasant groups, sent requests to the Adventurers' Guild with the promise of rewards," Victor explained, "and with the end of centuries of war two years ago, many of them involved dealing with wandering monsters or robbers." ”

"A few decades ago, there were many lucrative demands and bounties to bring down Your Majesty until you were declared dead," Shalene said.

"Oh? All along, I thought that people like you had a common desire to die, just like letting your sick and wounded die honorably on mine—" Van Kel's words struck him, and he stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking. "Declared dead?"

The dragon glared at Charlene, and she winced. "Twenty years ago, after crossing the mountains of Basino, a group of Balian adventurers brought back a red dragon skull and claimed it to belong to Winkel...... Since the red dragon didn't appear for many years after that......"

"This, this is an insult!" The news infuriated the beast, and like Victor attempted to rob, smoke came out of his nostrils. "Minions, order Manlin Charlene to inform you primitive, credulous race that I, Vine Knight Bane, am not dead!"

"I am sure that after His Majesty's show of great force, the news will spread soon." Victor said with a blank face, and the dragon was fortunately too angry to notice his sarcasm.

"They better do it!" Winkel calmed down, his eyes fixed on the clipboard. "What kind of request did this Manlin receive?"

"Sha Lin, can you read a few tasks to Your Majesty?"

Shalene felt more confident in her own environment, grabbing a piece of paper and reading it aloud. "A tribe of trolls calling themselves 'Imprint Bark' has sacked the Counts of Provence and is now hiding in the forest of Jevodan, east of his domain. If you can get rid of this pest, the Count will give you a big bounty. ”

"You can gain 'experience' and 'level' from this action?" Winkel asked, only then clarifying his true intentions. "Will I be able to clear the customs?"

"Do you know the level?" Charlene blinked, not waiting for Victor's "animal translation".

"His Majesty Winkel has apparently been promoted to the noble class." Victor told her. This is quite appropriate for a big-bellied parasite who lives on the gold that he "collects" from people who are weaker than him.

"Dragons can level up in a class?" When Charlene realized the meaning of the words, any remaining color on her face suddenly disappeared. "Oh, in the name of the twelve gods, dragons can be promoted to rank."

"Yes, my servant has recently told me about the existence of such a class system." If the bright light could kill, Charlene would have killed Victor twice long ago. "How much do you guys get paid?"

"Six thousand gold coins."

"Six thousand gold coins, just to eat trolls?"

"This is considered a difficult task, Your Majesty." Victor said. These are war trolls, brought by Pleidan during the Great War, cunning and strong.

"Trolls? Are you afraid of trolls?" The dragon's hissing laughter shook the walls. "You Manlin people are too weak!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Victor said expressionlessly, enraged by his arrogance. "Maybe you should consider becoming an adventurer and show us how?" I'm sure you'll do well. ”

He said this as a joke, but to his horror, the dragon seemed to take his words seriously. "Six thousand coins, and that's a feast for trolls......" he muttered. Is this the highest paying request?"

"No, Your Majesty." Victor replied. "I think it's a bounty for a sea monster hunt, right?"

Charlene nodded suddenly. "The sea monster that killed Masaleen is worth the equivalent of sixty-four thousand gold jade coins."

The flame of greed ignited in the dragon's eyes. "Sixty-four thousand? That's pretty much all of me—" He paused, probably realizing that he had said too much.

As much as all my treasures, Victor guessed. Maybe more. The thieves estimated that quite a few of the items collected by the dragon had lost their luster over time.

Victor could almost see the gears on the dragon's head turning, and his mind was spinning with it. It scared the hell out of him.

Oh no. Oh, please don't.

"Slave Victor, I was going to burn this village to the ground because you people have committed crimes against my royal family," Winkel declared. "But it dawned on me that my usual approach to collecting might be a bit outdated. It is a sin that all this wealth is asleep and there is no good dragon to claim it, if this old money allowance does not lie......"

Oh God forbid, please don't......

"I, Vink the Dragon, will gladly answer your request and solve your inferior species for your coins!"

Charlene also wondered if the dragon was serious. When it turns out that he is, she doesn't know what to do. "Your Majesty, Vaquiel, I'm not sure if the dragon can be an adventurer."

"Of course, I'm overkill," Winkel said proudly.

"Your Majesty, this is not-"

"I'm a dragon. I'm an adventurer now. Your voice is starting to sound like food. Minions, is this Charlene's food?"

"Charlene, are you a dragon eater?"

Charlene understood the threat of this implication, and she found a large pile of papers under the table and placed them on the table. "I'm going to register the two of you as a new adventure company. We need your signatures and paperwork. ”

Winkel looked at the pile of papers, then at Victor, and he saw a voice coming from a mile away. "The victor of the minions."

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"I formally promote you to my assistant chief of staff and live autograph. You should be responsible for managing these "paperwork" on my behalf. It's a big responsibility, but you're going to do well. ”

Victor guessed he wouldn't get paid for it, but he was smart enough to keep it to himself.

Congratulations! By becoming the chief enforcer of a dragon, you have risen one level in the [Monster Squire] class!

Victor blinked at the sight of the notification. Monster Squire? He had never heard of that class.

+30 hp， +10 sp， +1 st

， +1 vit， +1 ski， +1 agi， +1 i

t， +1 cha， +1 lack !

You've gained the [Monster] class perk!

Monster Gold: You can now talk to any monster and understand them, and get a +20 charisma bonus when interacting with them! ］

Wow, he's never gotten such a stat boost before. This class must have incredible potential for growth.

Victor glanced at the name of Charlene's registered adventure company and froze.

v and v ?

"Is this a prank?" He asked aloud.

Charlene glared at him, then at the dragon, then at the ruined ceiling, and finally at him.

Well, maybe he deserves it. He guessed that that also meant that she wouldn't go out for a drink with him. Queer.

"What's wrong, minion Victor?"

"Nothing, Your Majesty," Victor sighed while completing and signing the document on behalf of him and the dragon, "nothing. ”

"I wish you had gone to hell, Victor," said the receptionist. "But I think you've done it."