"Are you sure, Manling Victor?" Winkel asked, looking at the strawberry cake that his servant had moved to in front of the crystal fairy. "It seems like a waste of good food."

"Definitely," said his doer. "Come on, try it."

"Little demo

ba

e !” Vai

queu

He cast an exorcism spell with his fingers, and a ray of light hit the cake. When the food was intact, a dark red aura escaped from it, letting out a terrible scream.

You've exorcized: the demon strawberry cake.

"Success, Manling Victor!" His first spell!" I'm a wizard!"

The dragon stayed in his cave for several days, practicing the spells that Jules had taught him. Since Winkel never bothered to learn how to read Manlin, he asked the coffin to teach him how to read scrolls and magic books.

The dragon quickly picked it up. Winkel could swear that hundreds of years ago, it took him many years to learn to speak the primitive language of his minions.

"It should work well against Brandon Moore," his entourage said. "His enhancement makes him dangerous, but if His Majesty uses exorcisms to combat his demon-killing weaknesses, they should be able to dispel them."

"Then I'll eat him." Wacker nodded in agreement.

"Then it's my turn......" the servant raised his scythe like a cane. Death Candle. ”

A small ghost made up of blue ghostly flames appears above the cake, like a candle. It stared at Manling Victor with two yellow eyes and didn't say a word. "Alright. I can cast spells with a scythe. It must be the benefit of [Scythe Lord]. ”

"Minions, my guests can't eat ghosts." Van Kerl pointed out, and the Flame Elf then looked at him. "You should learn to summon demons, just like the delicious Malfoy."

"Layer upon layer, Your Majesty."

"Have you found a way to break the curse of the Crystal Elves?" Winkel asked, looking at the beautiful girls who were trapped. "While they make great decorations, we dragons prefer talking, singing princesses to stuffed princesses."

"Unfortunately, no one in the Gollum has enough magic to crush them. Malfi said his company may have the necessary tools, but he has to ask his executives. Charlene also told me that King Roland Gardmani would come in person, with the words, "Rescue his niece, meet with the man who calls himself Emperor Moorim, and reward him with a meritorious service." I think he'll bring a more powerful wizard, maybe Kia. ”

"What do you call yourself!" Van Kerr retorted angrily. "I am the Emperor!"

Yours (the emperor class is no longer recognized.) "Of course!"

Yours (The Emperor won't be recognized until you defeat your class: Brandon Moore.) "Minions, when did that moth attack us?" Winkel's eyes narrowed, eager for revenge.

"He should have done it a long time ago," replied Manlin Victor. "Kia must have destroyed his flying fortress so badly that it delayed him. I promoted every able-bodied servant I could find to prepare them for the siege, and bought weapons from Malfoy—"

"Buy?" Van Kerr glared at his minions, terrified. It is impossible for his servants to be desperate to devour his treasures!

"With my own money," Victor assured his master, though it still shocked the dragon. "I would say that I'm not worried about Moore's arrival. The only question is, when, and how many soldiers to bring. ”

"How many steaks?" The dragon corrected him. Van Kle almost hoped that the moth would come on his bragging day so he could smash it in dash in front of his brothers. Almost.

Someone frantically rang the doorbell of the vault and told Winkel and Victor to look at the door. "Open the door!" A spell cast by his caster minion widens the door to the vault, revealing the kobold ranger.

"Birds, Your Majesty!" Kobold Red said in alarm. "There are big birds in the sky!"

"Birds?" Victor panicked. "Moore has a fleet?"

"More than one!" Blue panicked too. "Six with big wings and smoke!"

"Minions, those are not iron birds," Wankel clarified energetically. "They're coming!" Prepare appetizers!"

Manling began to panic. "But, but, but they should be there tomorrow!"

"Ah, by the way, I forgot to tell you, dragons are different from you, they are very intelligent, and whenever there is a banquet, they will arrive early so that they can eat the best in front of their competitors."

"Is Your Majesty suggesting that my people are intellectually disabled?" Manlin Victor tries to defend the honor of his race's non-existence. "We humans have an average of 10 intelligences, more than most species."

No way, Wajk started at 9 o'clock.

…

Nine

The working time is usually from 10 o'clock.

…

"Menu." Winkel said, his voice cold. "Show me my original IQ score, before I got the rank system."

INT score before class: 8 points.

…

"Your Majesty? Why are you having convulsions? You scared me. ”

"Menu." Van Kelle repeated, this time with a more ominous voice. "What is my correct score?"

INT score before class: 8 points. "No, it's not!" What is my true score?"

Pre-class INT score: 64 points in square roots.

"It's better," Winkel said, pleased with the higher numbers. "We welcomed our first guests right away so that I could complacently demonstrate my remarkable strength and unparalleled intelligence. Kobold!"

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"Tell the other Minions to prepare a snack. Hurry up!" The kobolds fled in a hurry, and Winkel closed the door to the vault behind them. "Minion Victor, remember what I told you. You have to go along with me when I talk about it, unless a dragon talks to you first, and every time someone mentions me, you have to repeat that I'm good, smart, and rich. ”

"Your Majesty, I've always wanted to ask you, can you not mention rank and grade?"

"Minion, I've rediscovered this ancient dragon system." Winkel reminds his doers. "Why can't I brag about it?"

"Because once the other dragons learn the treasure, they will compete with you for the treasure."

He fears for the safety of his master as well as for his long-term dominance. Lovely. "Good, that's going to keep me sharp," Winkel replied, accepting the challenge. "If I am the strongest of my kind, it will not do my reputation any good, for they are all weak; Does anyone brag about being the best man? Or the best troll? No, because no one wants to be the best man. Everyone wants to be the best dragon because dragons are amazing. ”

"But your greed—"

"Minions, since there is nothing bigger than my treasure, I'm fair to brag. Silence invites accusations of fraud, and I will prove that my wealth was earned by myself. In the end, without this system, I would not have the ability to heal the evil Fu

ibo

of the curse, he must be destroyed. The other dragons must know in case the lich is released from the seal. ”

Manlin Victor put his hand on his face. "I knew the day was coming......"

"Of course, I told you," Vai

queu

Answer, then use his [Dungeon Master] Pe

k。 He had an idea, and in the bright sunlight, he stood on the highest tower of the castle and teleported instantly.

Winkel glanced at his realm and saw that his servants had completed the renovation of the castle on his orders, even adding a stone crown to the tallest tower. Perfect.

"Minions!" Van Kerr called the chief of staff beside him, and let out a majestic roar as his staff nearly fell from the top of the tower.

Above, six dragons responded with their own roars, and swarms of dragons landed on the rooftops of the various towers to build their nests; The servants in the castle paused for a moment and glanced at them through the window, but Winkel did not punish them for this. In his company is already an honor, more of his kind is an excess of the senses.

As he expected, his first guests were his close relatives, including his favorite cousin, the brown wind dragon

alissime。 He is followed by three pony-sized dragons, the babies he got from mating with the Withered Swamp. They were both black like their mothers, but Winkel wanted them to inherit their father's wisdom. He also noticed that his niece, Julie the Red Dragon, had grown up.

Unfortunately, there was one exception: a white frost dragon with icicle spikes on its back, smug blue eyes staring triumphantly at Winkel. "Ice Fang." Winkel said in an ancient dragon's tongue, glaring at his hated opponent. The smug lizard was almost as big as the big red dragon. "Still can't have children?"

"Winkel, are you still poor?" Ice Fang also returned a punch and flew over the castle without landing at all, which was a very pompous move. "Now it's the Ice Fang King!"

"I've never been poor!"

"Compared to me, you are!"

"Your treasure is made of silver!" Winkel retorted that he refused to be in the limelight on his big day. "It doesn't count!" It's not bright enough!"

"Wealth knows no bounds!" Ice Fang shouted. "I hope you can back up your boasting, because I count every coin!"

"Then count to the end of time!"

Aside from the natural rivalry between the Red Dragon and the Frost Dragon – as the Red Dragon is obviously bigger and richer – Icefang has made it his life goal to steal the limelight from Wink as the greatest dragon of all dragons, spending all his waking hours collecting more treasures, beautiful princesses, and the finest Minions. He always failed, and fifty years of napping only aggravated his pain.

Winkel would tell him what it really meant to be rich.

"Uncle Vai

queu

!” Winkel's niece, Julie, landed on a tower near him. She has grown into a small but graceful red dragon, larger than an elephant. "Happy Bragging Day!"

"Julie, you've grown up!" Winkel saluted his niece as much as he saluted his cousin. "I'm glad to see you too, dear sir!"

"How could I miss my dear cousin's show off day?" The wind dragon happily replied that his group of dragons landed on his father's back. "Children, I introduce you to your distant cousin, Vajk Knight Bane. Venk, this is courage, this is Sage, this is Fort. ”

"Money? One of them is called Cou

Ageux's dragon asked, his eyes as big as his father's.

"How much? His sister Sage replied, while the third tried to say the word "gold".

"Oh, they're saying the first word!" Winkel was overjoyed, and Genie Elsim nodded with his father's pride. "They have your eyes."

"Thank you, but we have to discuss an important issue." Ge

Ialissime frowned. "A formidable enemy is in our midst"

"Evil Furibang." Wacker replied coldly.

"Your minion messenger has told us about the gold killer Freben, and his crazy plan to turn the world's gold into lead." "Where is he?"

"I defeated Fulben, my servant Victor," Winkel put his hand on the back of the shy Manlin Victor and pushed him to the front, "sealing his twisted soul in his scythe." Manling Victor, let them see!"

Seeing so many dragons looking up at him, Manling Victor was anxious, and he raised his weapon, revealing the dark soul hidden inside him. "Manlin Victor has done a great thing for the Dragons by sealing up this fallen lead lover," Ge

The Alissime website declares. "I advise not to let the dragon eat Manling Victor until he completes his sacred duty and dies."

"As long as the evil Vengeance is sealed, I welcome this offer," Ice Fang said.

"Well, thank you......" Manlin said, taking a step back, and the dragon's gaze became nervous.

Ge

ialissime whistles. "Vaquiel, your chief of staff can speak dragon language, can he still understand it?"

"I taught him well," Winkel boasted. He knew Manlin Victor would make a good impression on him!

"That's because Your Majesty is kind, smart, and rich." His servant confirmed. "It doesn't have to be in this order."

"Anyone can teach dragon language." Ice Fang replied. "Nothing to brag about. The dragon language is simple, and even the lower animals can learn it!"

"Bingfang, are you implying that the language of the dragon is at the same level as the backward language of the Manlings?" Jenelisim replied angrily. "It takes extraordinary effort to teach our complex and noble language to members of an inferior race, and that primitive humanoid animal speaks like a native!"

"While I'm proud that my Chief of Staff has inherited my unparalleled genius, do you think it's more to brag about than defeating the evil Vengeance?" Winkel asked, angry that they didn't cheer for his great victory.

"You can't boast." Bingfang replied. "According to your own Battle of the Horde, my own chief of staff found it badly written, and by the way, Manlin Victor gave the final blow, sealing the evil Frebon. You can't kill the Lich forever on your own, so it doesn't count. ”

"Unfortunately, I agree with you." "This belongs to Manling Victor alone."

"But he's my minion!" Vai

queu

protested. "I chose him, prepared him!" When I found him, he was just a homeless thief! I made him the best chief of staff in the world!"

"You can boast that you have chosen a great servant, and that is worth boasting about, but it would be unfair to say that Furibon's death is yours, Wankel," said Jenelisim. "I'm sorry, cousin, but I can't give you a perfect score for your boasting."

"It's an insult!" Winkel replied angrily. "I'm not going to sit idly by! Look at the castle I took from the Lich! See those towers? See lava?"

"Hmm...... Seven towers. Bingfeng hesitated, even though he admired the building. Very good. It's a very nice castle. ”

"This is the largest castle in the world, full of the majesty of my dragon!" Hundreds of undead minions built it!"

"But will it fly?" Bingfang is nitpicky and ignored by others.

"Uncle Winkel, do you have any undead minions?" Julie blinked in awe.

"Hundreds!" Winkel boasted that the dragon was surprised by this status symbol. "I don't eat it, I raise it!"

"Uh, you still eat Minion meat?" Julie complained, not as enthusiastic as she used to be. "Should you brag about it?"

"My niece is a cattle breeder," Winkel said with a sigh to his bewildered chief of staff. "She only eats animals and cows that can't speak."

He found the dragon's movement ridiculous, because any living creature had the basic right to be eaten by him. Discrimination makes them not much better than Manlin.

In addition, he had heard that she had her retinue ride on her back, which made him feel very unsociable. He hoped that her rebellious period would not last another century.

"Manlin and other sentient beings have souls, just like us," Julie said. Most of the other dragons rolled their eyes or snickered. "Yes, it is morally wrong to eat them, to kidnap their princesses."

"Except for the elves," Winkel said to his chief of staff. "The elves are good."

"While I appreciate your stance that you don't eat my kind, why not extend this kindness to the elves?" Victor asked. "They're human too."

"Your chief of staff has little training, Van Kle," Bingfang said. "He speaks out of place."

"No, it's okay, I'm going to explain animal husbandry to him too!" Julie replied, then turned to Manlin Victor and spoke in a teacher-like tone. "Manling Victor, elves are not people. They are elves. They eat grass like cows, and they are the best princesses. ”

"Did you release the one I caught on your first bragging day?" Wankel asked his niece, and she nodded respectfully. "Good. Every dragon must take care to protect wildlife. ”

"The princess is an endangered species in the north because of the overhunting of unscrupulous dragons," Bingfang lamented. "I wish more people in my kind were environmentally conscious."

"Blightswamp has been trying to find a way to protect them in captivity," Ge

ialissime said. However, she has yet to find a way for a noble lady to turn into a princess. She thinks they need knights to complete the transformation. ”

"Princesses only appear in the wild." Ice Fang replied contemptuously. "Also, what's the fun of having a princess at home? Hunting is half the fun. ”

Van Kle despised the icefields, but he couldn't agree more. He had considered using his [dynasty] Pe

k to create nobles and then princesses, and later he realizes that this weakens the value of the wild maiden.

Feel the spotlight subordinate to its place – vai

quu

Gone, Mu

mu

i

The emperor made a bold move. "Tomorrow is the day I really brag, in front of the other guests, as a reward for your quick arrival, I'm going to let you see my treasure first!"

"Oh, that should be fun." Bingfang said. "I'm sure you can't even bathe in it!"