Instead of breeding offspring, Manlin Victor adopted a litter of new Minions.

They have proven to be useful. "Mr. Winkel, Mr. Winkel!" The most sensitive kobold, Yellow with the most sensitive nose, pointed at the bushes with his paws, and the evil dragon smelled the scent of the coke oven people hiding in the bushes. "I've found another one!"

Winkel roared and raised the great axe that the one-eyed ogre Oglen had kindly given him......

Or rather, he was struggling, because he could not keep the ax in the right direction, even if he danced it with all his claws. How did the Manlin family do it?

Manlin ran out of the bushes like a rabbit, and only Blake, the biggest of the recruits, chased him with a spear. Vaquille followed, knocking down the tree as he walked through the woods; He's been trying to restrain his impulses and keep himself from running back on all four legs, which is what a good dragon should do.

How did that cyclops do it? Lift the axe up, then put it down.

Winkel tried, swung upward, and a pine tree flew up as he struggled to aim for the food that was running away. "Minions!" Vai

queu

Yell. "Minions!"

"Yes, yes, I'm here!" Manlin Victor came out of the woods with a dagger and toothpick, blocking the way of the fleeing prey, forcing it to flee in the other direction.

"This axe is broken!"

"When we're fixing him, we'll get it off!" Remember, you meet the professional standards, but you must impress your fans with melee weapon strikes, Your Majesty! Kill him hard, or you won't want to take a new lesson!"

Style? Like an overriding sense of superiority?" Dear mammals," Winkel asked the dead Manlin. "Do you know what the dragon tube pain is called?"

Red the kobold jumps out of the bushes and traps his prey, forcing him to stop running. As soon as the mammal saw Winkel's majesty, it turned its head and began to weep.

"Birth defects!"

Then Winkel swept the charred man with an axe, smashing him into a bloody pit and shattering his bones.

"Ahh The aftershocks spilled his entrails on Red's face, and the poor kobold had to get the brains out of his eyes. "Someone's blood in my eyes!"

"Waynequier, the best dragon!" The black and yellow really made him happy. "Waynequier, the best dragon!"

By impressing a group of fans with the power and courage of your weapons, you have earned a rank in the [Gladiator] rank! You have gained the [Arena Warrior] privilege!

+30 hp， +2 st

， +1 vit， +1 ski， +1 cha， +1 lack !

[Arena Warrior]: Instantly gain medium proficiency on all melee weapons. ]

"Ouch," said Victor the minion. "Ouch, that joke hurts."

"Jokes?" Winkel asked, the axe in his hand suddenly lighter. He played with it, but he still had a hard time wielding the weapon without being hindered by his claws. His hands are used to grab all his prey or tear it to pieces, not to hold a bladed stick!

"Wait, does the dragon really think pain is a birth defect?" His chief of staff asked him.

"Ah, yes, only inferior people feel that way." Winkel replied frankly, and then stood proudly. "But not as good as how I feel about the new generation of gladiators!"

"Waynequier, the best dragon!" Rhett added, late. "Your Majesty is the greatest in the world!"

"Yes, yes, thank you," Winkel replied happily, "but, Minion Victor, do I still need to use an axe to rank up that class?" I don't think it's realistic. ”

"No, just to impress the fans with your fighting abilities."

Winkel gave the stick one last chance, grabbed the axe with his mouth and swung it in this direction. "How am I supposed to laugh?" He asked, trying to strike a dominant pose, only to have the back of the blade hit a tree and nearly lost his balance.

The servants exchanged glances, knowing their master's sensitivities, and did not dare to speak their minds. Obviously, he should stick to the dragon's weapon.

He's too good at manipulating weapons anyway.

"Your axe stick sucks." Van Kerr said, spitting out the axe and landing it with a thud into the nearby bushes. "Now, Minion Victor, I've been slaughtering these scorching summer thugs, but [Old Money] hasn't activated your race."

"Yes, I suppose this is to prevent the nobles from slaughtering their peasants in order to obtain items. It should be able to deal with monsters, though. ”

Wink glanced greedily at the kobolds, then decided that no good dragon would slaughter their minions for the sake of items. Because of betrayal and theft, it always is, but loyal good servants are too valuable to be discarded.

The world is already full of victims.

"At least he had some standard loot on him," Victor said as he examined the remains. "Iron daggers, and nice boots."

"It's not good enough for my treasure." Winkel replied. Good Dragons have a standard of wealth. "Next!"

"I don't smell anything else." Huang said, sniffing the air with his fellow kobolds. "Your Majesty has arrested them all!"

"Ah......," Van Kerl sighed in disappointment. So there are no more levels and coins today?"

"We can sell his stuff," Victor suggested. "I know you don't want to be a businessman, but we don't need a career to sell these items. I can even use these proceeds to invest in something better. ”

"Investment?" Winkel didn't know the word.

"Yes, you gave up some gold in exchange for something more valuable."

Van Kkel's brain stopped working. "Send gold."

"Your Majesty." Victor cleared his throat. "For something more valuable."

"Send gold." Winkel repeated, his noble mind could not get past it.

"Yes, but you're going to get more after that, so you're not really giving up. This is a loan in disguise. ”

"Send gold." Winkel repeated this abominable phrase for the third time. "Manling Victor, are you alright?" Are you sick? I didn't know that a lack of upbringing could have such a dangerous effect on your mental health. ”

Minions finally understand that he has gone too far in his sins. "Your Majesty simply can't imagine it."

"What kind of person would think that?" Winkel retorted, but trembled before he could hear those two words. "Give."

"Yes, I suddenly realized that this was too much for Your Majesty."

"Master Winkel, the Chief of Staff just wants to help you." Huang pleaded. "Please forgive him."

“Buttkisse

Buttkisse

!” Blake taunts his companion, and Red punches both of them in the shoulder. "Ouch!"

"No argument in front of the Chief of Staff!" Red indicates. "Remember the agreement!"

"Agreements?" Victor asked.

"Servant etiquette," Winkel clarified, then realizing that he had never trained his chief of staff on how to properly manage his minions.

"The Chief of Staff is the highest rank of the Minions, and the highest honor that a monster lord can bestow!" Little Red explained to Victor. "It is the ultimate servant killing machine, the most ferocious executor of the most terrible masters!" Fifty percent strength, fifty percent cunning, two hundred percent loyalty!"

"Now you're exaggerating a little bit about that last point......" Manlin Victor replied with his trademark humility.

"You underestimate your importance in the food chain," Wankel cheered him up, "In the precious ranks, you are only lower than me. You're taller than a princess!"

"It's good to hear that His Majesty values me between him and his pretty face." The servant thanked his generous master.

"Of course, princesses are precious, but you are almost an honorary part of my treasure, Manlin Victor. If we starve to death, we will make a sacrifice and eat the Minions together. ”

"Your Majesty, I understand your first sentence, but I don't understand the second sentence."

"Preciousness also represents your position in the food chain," Winkel told him. "If hungry, every member of the chain can eat the person below. If you and I are hungry and have no food, we can eat Minions as emergency rations. ”

"Hey, Your Majesty, it's my pleasure!" Xiao Huang said.

"Wait, wait," Victor panicked. "Does that mean you're treating me like a potential feast?"

"Unless we have no food or retinue," Winkel assured him. "It's never going to happen. The world is full of dragon food. ”

Victor probably understands that from now on, he should focus more on recruitment. He knew that after that conversation, his former chief of staff had hired a lot of goblins. After all, developing servant resources is a full-time, difficult job.

Speaking of subordinate management, "Lovely Pi

Where are k and Blue?" Winkel asked, having become a little paranoid since his last half-orc abandoned him in his sleep.

"I sent them to deal with the local blacksmith on my behalf," Victor said. "I don't think the Scorchers were in Hadmer to escape the country. Or at least, more than that. I'm sure they're looking for something, so I want to be prepared. ”

"What? Is it a treasure?"

"I don't know...... Maybe?"

"If it's not good for my treasure, it's useless. Opening, explaining. ”

Haudeme

The area is located in the south of Euskal and Rochef

o

To the north of the de, the city was controlled by the Crusaders, but was taken by the Ishfa

ia

and summoned demons surrounding. By burning the countryside, the Jiao army cut off the supply line between Yuskar and Rocherflande. Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Because there were always too many boring things going on, Van Kerr wandered and pretended to listen politely to what his servant had to say. "Interesting," the dragon lied.

"Nonsense...... There is no strategic value...... Brandon Moore ...... Scorched scorched ...... Nonsense ......"

"Interesting."

"Is Your Majesty really listening?"

"Interesting." The dragon repeated.

"Interesting." Kobold Red and his companions nodded in agreement, then clenched his little fists. "The Chief of Staff has entrusted us with such an important task, and we cannot let him down!"

"See?" Vai

queu

Say: "Minions can solve all problems, as long as you raise them well." As expected from my esteemed Chief of Staff"

"One day, I'll be the White House chief of staff, too," Blake said.

"I'll go first!" Red and his companions bump heads, and Winkel is proud of their jostle for position.

This will keep Victor awake. He had seen in the sharp gaze of his cherished servant the seeds of fierce rivalry germinate. Fearing that his position would be taken away by his subordinates, Winkel found it funny.

"Your Majesty."

"What's the matter, Minion Victor?"

"I got a Pe

k, which allowed me to learn the Pe of monsters

KS, whether they teach me or I experience it myself. ”

"Ah, so if I burn you to ashes, will you breathe fire too?" Winkel asked curiously. "Is that what you want?"

The Minion looked up at his beloved dragon master, a puff of smoke coming out of his nostrils, and then his face turned pale. "Your Majesty, you know, if you think about it, I may have been too hasty," he said. "Let's forget that we had conversations like this."

"Your loss," Winkel shrugged. Why wouldn't anyone want to breathe fire?" Maybe one day, if you can prove that you're my best chief of staff, I'll teach you the ultimate technique of spewing dragon fire. It's the perfect weapon to kill the Manlin. ”

There, this should motivate him to work hard for Winkel's personal interests.

"I'd rather avoid killing myself," declared the minion Victor. "If I kill a fellow human, I will meet all the criteria for a particular class and possibly level up in it. I don't want to. ”

"Oh? Which class?" Perhaps this also applies to Van Kle.

"Assassins. I really wouldn't be proud of this one, even if the Scorching Team is a damn bastard. ”

"Minions, I've had enough of you and I'm tired of it, and I've never gotten a grade in that class."

"Neither do I!" Black complains.

"When have you ever killed someone?" Red asked.

"...... in my heart"

"There are a few more criteria you need to meet," Victor shrugged. "You need to willingly kill members of your own race, and I suspect you haven't done that yet."

"Well, minion, you don't need to protect me from your weak kind. Stick to my lesson plan and I'll take care of the meals. ”

"Your Majesty, your generosity is truly boundless."

"I know," Winkel said, feeling like he was doing a lot of good. "About this villain's belongings, Minion Victor, you're now-"

"Your treasurer and reserve manager?"

"Never!" Winkel roared, startling Manlin, his golden eyes glinting with anger. "Don't touch my treasure!"

Kobold's minions cowered behind their chief of staff, his skin having lost all color. So far, Winkel had guessed that the Manlin would react this way when reminded of the superiority of the dragon.

The greatest catastrophe of this era has calmed down. "No, Manlin Victor. As I said yesterday, sales is the work of a minion, and that's exactly what you and kobolds do. ”

"So you want me to open a shop far from the front line?" Victor asked, a little more enthusiastic than Winkel had expected.

"You already know the name," Winkel said, "V&V! so that we can throw away the garbage that is not shiny enough for my storage, except for gold and jewelry, which are shiny!"

"Your Majesty, your attempt to monopolize the value chain is really clever." The flattering Manlin Victor congratulated him.

"And, also, in order to motivate you, I allow you to keep one," Van Kel raised a paw after attracting the full attention of his minions, "you will receive a tenth of the profits!"

"We ...... Will we get paid?" There were almost tears in Huang's eyes. "Payment ......"

"Indeed, you are much more generous than the king himself." Victor said.

At the mention of this villain, the dragon gets angry. "I swear to you, Manlin Victor," Winkel declared, "that the V&V will never pay taxes to this criminal, never." ”

"I will send the Royal Police to you, Your Majesty. I'm sure they'll agree to tax exemption. ”

"No money," Vinkel insisted, shivering at the words. "Not investing. The glorious name of V&V cannot be associated with this madness. Also, sell the body. I hate eating manlin all the time. ”

"Sell corpses, Your Majesty?"

"Aren't people like you hunting monsters, collecting their corpses, and then selling their organs?" Vink has seen many would-be "dragon slayers" – a term he scorns inwardly – wielding weapons and items made from other creatures.

"Well, yes, but the monster part. Adventurers do not harvest the corpses of robbers. ”

"And what do you do with them?"

Victor scratched the back of his head. "We just throw them on the ground for the animals to eat......"

"Stop giving alms, minions. Now you're going to have to figure out how to make money with this scrap skin. ”

Victor kept nodding to himself as Winkel used his claws to remove some flesh from between his fangs. Winkel wondered if he had broken his neck. "So Your Majesty wants me to open a shop that sells garbage, monster parts, and corpses. That's great. Anything else?"

"It's a lot of work, but you're my chief of staff," Winkel assured him, "and you'll have time between preparing my course progress and training kobolds in the way you see fit." ”

Manlin Victor didn't speak as he struggled under the weight of his duties. "Teach kobolds ......"

"You didn't grasp my grand vision for V&V, minion Victor. An adventurous Minion who completes missions from egg training and work to death; In each of your backward villages there are shopkeepers who sell garbage and meat, and they fill chests with gold. Let's work together to build the greatest treasure ever! A mountain of gold that will bring down your tallest castle in shame for its shining glory!"

Winkel shrunk his head so that his silent minions could see the anger in his eyes.

"My treasure!"

Victor smiled strangely, and Winkel thought it was an absolute joy.