Houdemer's temple sits on a creek near the pier and is a sizable stone church by Manlin's standards. According to Manlin Victor, since Haudemer was a small town, the twelve "gods" worshipped by the Manlin people – Winkel couldn't help but laugh – had to share the same temple.

As far as he knew, the weaker species worshipped these more powerful creatures, just as the Minions obeyed their dragon masters, and they were given a place by their side when they died. This part confuses the dragon, who wishes he could live forever.

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Speculation, the prospect of an afterlife will only appeal to races that are fragile enough to die.

As soon as the residents saw Wacker, they left the surroundings of the temple. While he fully understands their inferiority complex in front of him, a little awe and adoration would be nice. If they have enough money to worship the twelve non-dragons, then of course they can give him some worship.

Only one person did not run away, but harassed his chief of staff.

"Do you want to be redeemed in the new world?" That Manlin looked even more ridiculous than the rest of his kind, he was dressed in a black robe, and he had a badly painted map of the sea and land on his chest and forehead. "Wait, I can feel your issekai level, medium!"

"I am a self-proclaimed person," Winkel's chief of staff protested, showing off his dice tattoos. "You're confusing North and South America on the map!"

"Oh, perfect!" Instead of being discouraged, the harasser grabbed the Minion's arm. "If you join the New World Mystic Order, you are guaranteed to be reincarnated on the mysterious island of Japan, where every girl is a virgin!"

"Get out of here!" Victor tried to push the manlin away. "Get him out of me!"

"Minions." Van Kerr ordered, because he was too important to handle the matter. "Do it."

"In defense of the Chief of Staff!" Red ordered the kobolds, and the five kobolds immediately pounced on the bewildered believer, grabbing him in the face.

"Ah, kobold! Manlin's followers protested as he tried to shake the critters off his back. "Get them off me!"

"Don't kill him, just restrain him!" When the kobold crushed the poor fool to the ground, Victor pleaded. Winkel watched the scene quietly and found it amusing.

These five are too cute to serve as an emergency ration. Winkel hopes that Victor will recruit some not-so-funny Minions so he won't regret eating them.

However, this scene did confuse the dragon. "What's that, Manlin Victor?"

"It's a money scam," Victor complained. "I've lived on Earth, and it's not at all what he just said!"

"Why are we here?" Minions, while I understand that you lower species need to pay homage to a higher power, if you want to pray to someone, you should pray to me. Sometimes I even answer. ”

"Your Majesty wants to get rid of the sale of corpses and monster organs." His chief of staff pointed to the carriage behind them. "The church is responsible for dealing with these issues."

Ah, yes. In total, Wankel "caught" six Manlin thieves, and one was accidentally cut down while practicing with an axe. They also encountered the orcs, who fled as soon as they saw him; The dragon just glared at them fiercely, as if they weren't worthy of him, and it was.

What did he think at the time, recruiting those cowards as minions? Manlin Victor made the right decision, and the kobold worked everything out.

Manlin Victor left the believer to the servants, walked through the open door, and entered the grand white hall inside. Soon after, Winkel followed, head and neck in front, with the majesty of a pure dragon.

Then, he couldn't put his wings in.

Van Kerr snorted and tried to squeeze himself in, but after a big meal, he was too fat to fit in. His shoulder hit the wall, shaking the temple tremble, but unlike the weak town hall, the walls here were strong and thick.

Manlin Victor watched the scene with a blank face, took a sip of the kettle, and politely waited for his master to complete his dramatic entry. Van Kerr noticed that there were still a few people in the building watching expectantly.

"Minion Victor! The dragon complained to his companions, "Tell the architects to make a bigger door!"

"Of course, Your Majesty." The chief of staff replied. "But can you avoid letting this place fall on our poor mortals?"

When he finally realized that he couldn't get in without first pressing the entire temple on his servants, Winkel decided to let only his neck and head go in and make a noise.

Why is Manling so small?

The Haudemer Temple consists mainly of a white hall flanked by two small chambers. Each of the 12 gods of the weaker race has a statue and altar, although there is no equal level of respect.

The dragon's share in the spotlight fell on the same creatures, and Winkel received a statue, Mithra, the sun god of law and justice. It is a man king wearing a golden crown of fire and wielding a flaming sword, and his huge marble statue has the largest altar. Beside him is a statue of the blonde, blue-eyed, busty-breasted Manlin Lady Knight, whom the weak race calls Leone, the goddess of art and nobility.

According to Manling Victor, the two ascending Manlings are the titular gods of the garden and are therefore located in the center. "The architect has placed more ambiguous gods such as the Three of Horrors, Sabra, and Shesha on the left," Manlin Victor said to his master, his voice so low that Winkel could barely hear him, "and the 'politically correct' gods, such as the Lunarians, the Monk, Cybeli, Isengem, and the Dice on the right." ”

The man glared viciously at the statue of the dice. Gathered from the last prayers of those foolish adventurers of the past, Van Kel was the god of magic, weather, and luck. As its name suggests, it is a dice with an eye in the center of each of its 20 faces.

"Manling Victor, don't you like dice?" Unlike Victor's deep tone, Winkel didn't care to respect the quiet atmosphere, his voice rumbling through the hall. No one dared to complain.

He will eat anyone who does it.

"The dazed fellow called me to Overred without asking." The servant replied. Unfortunately, since it first opened up the class system, everyone worships it. It is almost as popular as Mithraism. ”

Discuss...... That's right. It's as if the dragon didn't level up first. Van Kerr refused to believe he was the first to do so.

Dice's altar looks more like a gambling table than a religious place, and a catkins priest is busy playing board games with what the dragon believes to be two retinues. Even Winkel's brilliant arrival did not take their eyes off the game.

So Winkel cleared his throat loudly, and they glanced at his head, which was enough for him to be satisfied.

With three exceptions, most have at least one dwarf priest near the altar. a tentacled squid recognized by the dragon as the Moon Man, an ancient creature that had been repelled by his kind in the distant past; a humanoid crow, dressed in a clown costume and holding a sharp scythe, covered in blood; There is also a giant worm, like the worm in the burrow beneath Van Kerl's own lair. The Manlin people completely destroyed the last statue.

"That's Sabra, the terrible god of worms, the god of earth, time, and destruction," Manlin Victor explained. Winkel secretly rejoiced that he didn't have to speak out about his ignorance. "No one worships it in Gadmane because it supports their enemies. People prayed against it. ”

"What about the others?" Van Kerr listened, in case there was anything to be gained.

"Phew, the Lunarian probably doesn't remember that he has followers, and the Death Clown is the god of crime. No one worships him openly. ”

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How much is it worth?" Winkel asked, anxious to get the allowance and free money. "If a bounty is offered for his head, we can hunt him down."

"I don't think it's a good idea to go to war with God, even for Your Majesty."

"Why? If it exists, I can kill it. I'm a dragon, remember? Whenever his bugs enter my burrow, I eat them. ”

"Yes, but that one is the hundredth level, turning the Southern Continent into a desert. Moreover, no one would offer a reward for the head of a god. ”

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Winkel briefly notices Manlin Renette discussing with a nearby priest, but Victor first focuses on the matter at hand and walks to the altar of Mithra.

"Greetings, faithful," said the bishop, who stood in the back, beside him stood a priestess of Lyonnais, who smelled incense; Unlike the calm priest, the woman watched Winkel with an appropriate degree of fear and apprehension. "Are you here to offer sacrifice?"

"Sacrifice?" Winkel asked, amused by the strange customs of these weak peoples.

Victor explained the concept to him: "You give money to the church as a dedication to God, in lieu of loyalty."

Van Kerr immediately saw an opportunity. "Victor the Minion—"

"Your Majesty can't be a god," his servant said hurriedly, the fastest sentence he had ever said, "unless he reaches level 100." ”

Van Kerr sulked in disappointment. When he reaches that level and becomes a god, he will have his servants build him a temple and a larger statue than this Mithra. He couldn't have shared it with other gods.

"We had the corpses of six people outside, and the corpses of a mantis beast," Victor told the priest. "Will the church accept them?"

Mithra's priest said, "We will purify the bodies so that they do not rise spontaneously, and then burn them for free." "If you prefer another approach, Ise

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The priests of im and Cybele would bury them in the forest so they could return to nature. ”

"Free?" Van Kerr glared down at the priest. "You're not going to pay me for transportation, are you?"

"Why should we pay you to do public service?"

"Because we asked about the huge expenses they had in the dying process."

"It's not a true word, Your Majesty." Victor said.

"Of course I said it," Wankel insisted.

"We don't pay people to collect corpses," Bishop Mithra replied, glaring at the dragon. "If you want to get paid, rather than doing something moral, I suggest you go to the Sasha church instead."

"Where? The dragon immediately asked, his greed stronger than his anger at the arrogance and impudence of animals.

Victor pointed to the left, pointing to a serpent-like humanoid altar with a winged woman on the upper body and a snake on the lower body. As a creature that looks most like a dragon, her statue is the most outrageous of all statues and is made of pure gold.

"Hello, Renette," said Manlin Victor as he approached the altar. Winkel looked greedily at the statue, leaving his servant to his botched attempt at pre-breeding. "Of course you'll worship the goddess of commerce."

"Yes and no, Victor," she replied. "It's more of a business deal."

"Unlike other gods, whose gifts are fickle, Ms. Shesha trades her miracles according to the rules of the market," said the goddess's priestess, a pot-bellied dwarven woman. "For a suitable gift of money, she offered."

"She made my inn more prosperous and charged a fee," Renette explained.

"Really?" Manlin Victor's voice was full of strange hope. "How much does it cost to go back to my home planet, Earth?"

"Let me ask the goddess." The priest went through a brief trance, waving his hands feverishly until a golden number of light briefly flashed before his eyes.

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Winkel had never seen so many zeros. "It's a robbery!" Victor spoke of the contempt of his master.

"If you accept the annual fee of a Shasha worshipper, you get a twenty percent discount," the priestess tried to deceive Manling Victor, and the figure was changed to reflect the deduction. "If you become a bishop or a priestess, there are 30 percent. Donations to Shesha Church are also tax-deductible, so if you have time, we can discuss your financial future. ”

"This minion has no intention of leaving his present, satisfying job," Winkel replied for Victor, though he noted that being a god sounded almost as profitable as being an adventurer.

"Yes," Victor replied in a strangely not so enthusiastic tone. "We're here to dispose of seven corpses outside, six charred corpses and one mantis beast corpse."

"We can buy carcasses for fertilizer, and use the body of a praying mantis to make leather and potions. Considering the value, I am willing to give each corpse a gold coin and a hundred skins of the mantis beast. ”

"One hundred and six?" The dragon added up the numbers and said, "I said double." ”

"One hundred and six," replied the priestess, her eyes flashing with the steely determination of a true negotiator.

So Van Kerr raised his price. "Three!"

"Your Majesty, you should lower your head in the negotiations."

"The lower level is only for people who are not confident," Winkel replied. "I'm a dragon and I know what I'm worth. As my representative, I want you to show dominance as well, minion Victor. ”

"Dragons or not, the market is absolute." The priestess replied that her greed was so pure that Winkel, like a dragon, could not stop her. "One hundred and six."

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"I'm sorry I heard your arguments." A hoarse-voiced figure said. Even though he couldn't see his face under the hood, Van Kle noticed his corpse-like white hands and the familiar smell of decay underneath. Ghoul. "Do you want to sell fresh corpses?"

Winkel looked at the undead, then at his servant. "That's Camilla's admirer," said the attendant, pointing to the mosquito crown on the newcomer's robes. Marquise of Blood, god of death, plague and darkness. One of the Three Horrors. ”

"Three what?"

"The Horror Three. Camilla, the god of death, the Death Clown, the god of crime, and Veran, the god of fire and tyranny. Three evil adventurers became gods together and have been friends ever since; They opposed Mithraism, but the people were too afraid of them to forbid their worship. ”

"I hate this evil label." The ghoul replied. "Our goddess is just misunderstood."

"Didn't she cause the Red Death and turn many people into bloodthirsty vampires?" Victor asked.

"Just to prevent overpopulation, in the War of the Century, the vampires played a key role in defeating Formore. Like I said, misunderstood. The figure coughed. Anyway, have you heard of the undead labor trade?"

"Here we go again," said the priestess of Shesha, with a sigh.

"No, never," Winkel said.

"Yes," Victor said. "They buy corpses from living relatives, turn them into mindless zombies, and then put them to work, from mining to farming. Isn't that illegal?"

"The undead labor trade is a completely legal and emerging industry, although only a very small number of cities currently allow it," the hooded man replied. "Very few people do this, but as time goes on, when they see the benefits of enslaving the dead for the betterment of the living, we hope that more towns will adopt this practice. Imagine zombies toiling in the fields of every town, from Midgard to Ishfania, or fearless skeletons rescuing helpless orphans from forest fires. ”

"Oh, where can I buy it?" Vajkel asked, he did get a little dizzy now.

"Your Majesty likes the dead?" Victor asked. "I never thought you'd become a dragon like that."

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Tell his chief of staff: "Retinue Victor, with an undead retinue is a status symbol of the dragon." "And they're very useful. They never run away, they don't eat, they don't get tempted by treasure, and they live almost as long as dragons......"

Winkel's own adversary, the arrogant Ice Fang, when not boasting of his crown, constantly boasts that his dead Manlin army is protecting his treasure.

"As far as I know, Victor," Camilla's necromancer priest said to his followers, "you meet the criteria to unlock the necromancer class. You can make a lot of money. ”

"Really?" Winkel looked down at his servant, who bowed his head. "Can you bring the dead back to life?" Great!"

"I met the criteria for that class," the servant admitted. "But I'm not proud of it."

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"Minions, you have to move up in that class." For my good. ”

"I must warn you," said the priestess of Shesha. "Our goddess herself is also currently uncertain whether the potential long-term consequences of large-scale witchcraft will compensate for its increased market value."

"I assure you that it is absolutely safe for us to use undead labor, and no matter what these bourgeois aristocratic imperialists who are trying to strike at the free undead enterprises will tell you, there is no evidence that undead energy can have a negative impact on the environment." The necromancer couldn't help but make a tirade. "Truth be told, the use of brainless labor is more ethical than the animal slavery that is still practiced in our country. Animals have feelings, while living corpses do not. ”

"Funeral," Van Kerr interrupted, who was more concerned with making a quick buck than with local politics. "How much?"

"If you sign a binding contract authorizing us to turn them into immortals, we can give fifty gold coins to each corpse and five hundred gold coins to that lion-headed beast. Eight hundred people in total. ”

"Deal!" Before Minion Victor could speak, Winkel spoke.

"I need to examine the body first," Camilla's pastor said.

The necromancer left to inspect the "cargo", and Manlin Renette put his hand on Victor's arm. "Victor, Your Majesty, can we talk?"

Victor nodded, clearly anxious to win over the female. "What's wrong?"

"Henry is gone," she told them, and then gave Victor a letter. "Someone ransacked his home last night, stole his research report, and left this at home."

Henry. As Victor read the letter, Wink struggled to remember the name.

"Harmony has a very arrogant Captain Franparasois Verman," said the minion, "with a polite offer to discuss the release of 'our mutual friend Henry,' and to offer 'gold' to 'His Majesty King Bain, the Venerable Knight of Wankel', in exchange for the use of Haudemer's ship." Winkel silently admired at least one of the Manlin who knew how to properly address him. Virman also provided the coordinates of the meeting place and an hour tonight, and not at all evilly signed with blood. ”

"Our apothecary confirmed that it was Henry's," said Manlin Renette, who sounded worried, "because we didn't have a spellcaster strong enough to find him, and I wanted to ask the goddess Sasha, but the price she offered was too high." ”

"If they want to buy my forgiveness and a ship, who am I to judge them?" Winkel replied, still unable to remember who this Henry was.

"Your Majesty, the meeting place is very far away from Holdmer, which is convenient. This is clearly a trap. ”

"I know, minions, but what can they do?" Not dead?"

"Obviously not, but they can sack the city while His Majesty is away, and then escape." "If they hadn't lied, hadn't squeezed Henry dry, and killed him."

Manlin Renette left without saying a word. "Wait, I didn't mean that!" Minion Victor called her, "It's just the worst-case scenario!"

Winkel believed that his servants would not have children anytime soon.

Finally, after the undertaker finds the item he likes, Winkel asks Victor to sign a long contract with Camilla Church. Basically, as a legitimate "living relative", he swore to the gods that he agreed to give the body to the witchcraft transformation.

"I just sold the body to a necromancer and had him do slave labor after death," Manlin Victor complained. "It feels dirty."

"Why? There's nothing happier in life than watching my treasures grow!" Winkel decided to make his servant happy with the promised honorarium. "Please give my steward eight gold coins."

"Eight coins?" Manlin Victor blinked. "I thought it was a tenth of sales?"

"A tenth," Winkel clarified.

Manlin Victor looked up at his master, apparently not very good at math. "Like a tenth?"

"Yes," replied Winkel, "a tenth, I promised." What, do you want less?"

"No, I'm fine." Minions said wisely. "You've been too generous."

"We will resurrect these bodies and send them to the cities of Fipit and Minecruse for immediate mining labor," said the necromancer, whose real name is "Jules Rapace" according to the contract. "Thank you for supporting the modernization of our country."

Congratulations! In order to ruthlessly sell the corpses of your enemies to the Camila Church and make the world a place of death, you have earned [Deadf

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[Dead Friend]: The brainless undead treat you as their own, and will not attack you unless they are attacked first; Increases charisma by 5 when interacting with undead or Camilla worshippers.

"Great, minion, I have a new perk!" Are you too?"

"I've never felt so ashamed of a person."