"That meal was fantastic," Winkel said to Victor. At this time, his faithful servant returned from the ashes of the Revodang Forest, covering his mouth with a scarf, and carrying a bag full of things on his back. Winkel could already hear his new treasure fall on his treasure. "We'll be back someday."

The dragon didn't know what the noble catkins would taste like if they were roasted. The tastes of the beasts vary, and if it was one, it must be fat enough to satisfy Winkel's voracious appetite.

Yesterday's feast, and the ash-filled atmosphere of the burning woods, made Winkel crave a special barbecue. It had been a long time since he had eaten anything more varied than a cow and a bland knight Manlin.

What else can he eat? Elves are vegetarians. They tasted like grass they loved so much, making him sick. The dwarves were nice, fat and fat, but Van Kel always ate more than three and got drunk. Orcs are nothing more than snacks.

What about dragons? Come to think of it, Winkel had never eaten any other dragon. Winkel didn't know what it would be like to dip himself in the sweet manling sauce and spices.

．..

No, that's cannibalism. Winkel is not a barbarian.

"We, Your Majesty?" The minion asked his master.

"Minions, you're my official guide," Winkel gave his chief of staff a new promotion. He deserves it, and due to his current shortage of minions, the dragon has a lot of offices to allocate. "You're in charge of the journey, I'm in charge of the food. Now, what did you find?"

"There are actually a lot of them. That [old money] allowance is so fucking useful. No wonder the aristocracy lived a life of luxury. "The Minions opened the bag and brought Winkel's new treasure to the dragon, jewels, rings, necklaces, trinkets, trinkets, and other glittering things." A [Ring of Fire Resistance], a [Call of the Dragon's Horn], a [Golden Image of Mithra], a [Necklace], a [Bracers of the Sun], and many other gold coins that I haven't counted, about 20,000. ”

Winkel was surprised by the new additions to his collection, especially the three-foot-tall gold statue and gold bracelet of King Manlin. At this rate, his reserves would have doubled in a week.

Since there was nothing to resist his flames, Van Kerr thought that the café must have materialized the treasures after incineration. The more he learned about this class system, the more fascinated he became. "You sound like a professional retriever, minion," Winkel said, noticing that his chief of staff had already named each item, "I don't know about that." ”

"Thanks to my 'treasure hunting eyes,'" Victor replied. "It's a professional skill that allows me to identify magical items and their value."

"And what about the [Poison Reduction Resistance] skill I received yesterday?" You said I could only get one out of every two floors. ”

"Yes, for the class allowance. Allowances are divided into two categories, occupational allowances and personal allowances. The first is obtained by leveling up, and the others are obtained by meeting specific criteria, such as eating too much poison. I've heard that this is very rare. ”

"Who else but the dragon can open it?" Winkel said proudly. He's just getting started. "Put the treasure together with the rest of my income. Let's go back to my treasure trove and add them in, and we'll ......" the dragon hung the phrase there.

"Go sea monster hunting on Mertherine Island, Your Majesty?" Victor suggested.

"Hunting 60,000 dollars for squid, I think exactly that, minions." He salivates at the thought of eating the sea monster and getting paid for it. Perhaps the creature will drop a larger treasure, such as a throne or crown, which Winkel has not yet collected.

It's awesome to be an adventurer! Why aren't more dragons trying?

"On this matter, Your Majesty," Victor cleared his throat and coughed from the ashes, "thanks to the anti-fire potion that the Marquise gave me, I was spared. And what do rings and bracers do to you?"

"They're shiny and look great in my collection."

"I just want to say, Your Majesty, with good equipment, I will be able to perform my duties better. Especially since you make me look for something in the ashes of the ruins every week. Worst-case scenario, if I die in the line of duty, you can retrieve your glittering treasure from my corpse. ”

"What equipment?" This request bothered Wankel immensely. "You don't look better with a bracelet or ring. All manlins look the same. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty."

"No thanks, minion."

"Regardless, a ring can keep me against flames, a horn can help me summon a wyvern in a pinch, and bracers can increase my strength in the sun. It's just that this necklace is in a lot more trouble than it's worth, and unless any of us worship Lord Mithra, this figurine serves no purpose other than being good-looking. ”

Winkel glanced at his servant in bewilderment. "Does wearing a bracelet make you stronger?"

Victor's face turned into a strange expression, as if he had said something stupid. Winkel goes further in the process of connecting the dots. "Minions, are you saying that you have become fire resistant after drinking the potion?"

The servant moved uneasily, as if he had something to hide. "Yes, Your Majesty, I said it. For a while. ”

So all this time, the stupid Manlin who wanted to kill him didn't wear anything to make himself look less conspicuous? Can they get more power out of magic items?

"Amazing!" It's not that Van Kell needs potions to survive the flames, but the idea that his treasure can make him stronger attracted him. Winkel had imagined himself wearing a golden crown, which made his breath even hotter. "Do bracers have power?" I'll try it right away!"

"They're life-size, so they don't fit," Minions point to the obvious.

"Oh?" Winkel checked it and found that all of his new treasures were indeed humanoid-sized. He didn't hide his disappointment, nor did he hide the anger boiling in his heart. "Why my Pe

k brought me life-size treasures?" This is sabotage! A glitch!"

"Maybe it's not meant to be used against dragons at all, Your Majesty."

"That's right, it's a glitch." Who created these crappy, male-centric privileges? He's going to talk to the designers.

Unable to wear these clothes himself, Winkel considered rejecting Victor's offer. This servant was as weak as his kind - he couldn't even survive the fire - but so far he had been an exemplary, reliable servant. Winkel decided to keep him safe and healthy, at least until he could rebuild his retinue.

"Well, minion, I agree to lend you clothes to wear. Don't thank me, there is no limit to my generosity. Of course, Winkel wanted his servant to thank him anyway and looked at him expectantly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Victor replied, bowing deeply, Winkel not knowing if his hair would touch the ashes.

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k ?” Winkel asked curiously, eager to be amazed at his treasure. "Is it from your monster squire class?"

"No, that's my first class, Ott—" Victor stopped as Winkel squinted at him.

"Can you work two shifts at the same time?" Winkel understood, suddenly interested. "How many?"

The minion lowered his head in embarrassment, scratching the back of his head. "You can do as much as you can. However, the level cap is 100 in total. Later you become a god and ascend to heaven. However, I don't think anyone alive today has ever reached level eighty. ”

That's because no dragon has tried. "Then I, Wen Quier, can be promoted to level 100!" The dragon boasted with gusto, fantasizing about the loot that so many Perks could bring him, "And you, minion, will live to be ninety-nine years old!"

"That's it, Your Majesty."

Winkel asked his retinue to read maps and documents, thinking about what the retinue had taught him. If he could become stronger with a magic item, the dragon wondered what he would look like with the golden armor. It's like he's always carrying his treasure with him. A new world of fantastic possibilities opens its doors to dragons.

"Your Majesty? After reading the newspaper, the Minion asked, "Come to think of it, I think the sea monster can wait." ”

"What can delay me from doubling—" Winkel stopped halfway through, unwilling to reveal the size of his treasure. This seemed insignificant compared to the money earned by the adventurer, which already made him ashamed, although he would never admit it publicly. "Explain".

"According to the request, the sea monster has disrupted the maritime trade route to the southern Bahrain merchant empire, as its lair is on its way. The merchants wanted it to disappear to facilitate trade, so they were rewarded hefty, but the sea monster didn't bother anyone if left undisturbed. Vitriol words...... Not so much. ”

"A hot day?" Winkel had never heard of them. "Are they a kind of knight?"

"Yes and no. They were soldiers and mercenaries, but after the war they lost their jobs and became roadblockers. I have bounty notices for their three chiefs with endless murders, kidnappings, arson, destruction of property, massacres and other war crimes committed against helpless peasants. ”

That's a bunch of glorious thieves. Winkel will hit them in principle, but he never does anything for free. No more ...... "I'm listening." ”

"Gustave Lamuraye," the servant Victor reads the wanted warrant of the knight with the black horned helmet, "Twenty levels of Knight, four levels of Heavy Knights, and three levels of Traitor, for a total of twenty-seven levels. A man who had escaped from the army of Gathmania led an army of twenty men; Wanted for the ransacking of the village of Pustanyak and the massacre of eighty-seven villagers. Eleanor, Duchess of Eskar, bids 5,000 gold coins for his avatar. This is the best of the three. The Ogre Ogren has a triple-digit death toll, and Franches Welman is a fallen priest who has transformed himself into a demon summoner. ”

While Manlin's concern for his weaker kindred was almost touching, Winkel cared for only one thing: "How much?"

"Ten thousand for Ogren because he is the strongest, and five thousand for Wieman. Officially, the total is twenty thousand. ”

"Minions, twenty times equals sixty," Wankel ignored him, and then came to his senses, "What do you mean by 'official'?"

The Minions smiled at him, as if sharing a secret. "They are enemies of the great and beautiful Duchess Eleanor, and she would be very grateful if we got rid of them. I'm sure she'll pay you more under the table. ”

"Why are you hiding under the table?" Is this a magical ritual?"

"Ah, no, it's a metaphor, Your Majesty. Meaning she will give us a bigger bounty that is not mentioned in the bounty. ”

"If she's willing to offer more, why not ask for it?" Winkel found a loophole in the Minions' logic. The dragon clearly sensed that the minion was luring him into battle with the bandits, but on the other hand, Winkel still had a lot to learn.

"Because of the royal taxes," Victor replied hastily. "The king takes a tenth of the rewards offered by the Adventurers' Guild, and that's not counting the guild's own 5% fee."

Van Kerr almost choked. "One tenth? This is stealing! No wonder you've become an outlaw, your weak race is led by a robber!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Manling Victor said. "Therefore, I think she may offer real rewards outside of official channels so that they are not taxed. Tax avoidance is an ancient and respected human tradition. Your Majesty is a dragon. I'm sure she'll be as happy to repay you as the Marquise. ”

"A noble endeavor," Winkel commented, and then wondered what the duchess looked like. "Eleanor, is she a princess?"

The minion shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. ”

The prospect of adding a princess to his treasure made the dragon almost as happy as the promise of easy money. "Minions, we're going to catch thieves like you right away."