Winkel has not been to the east of the Alban Mountains for a long time.

The Manlin call it the Harmony Alliance, at least that's what his chief of staff told him. To him, they were just hunting grounds for a brief visit before he hibernated. After the mountains and nearby lakes, the landscape can be restored to a green, grassy plain, crossed by long Manling stone roads or farmer fields. Groups of men and beasts, whom Winkel considered to be merchants, cowered in horror at the sight of the dragon flying above their heads.

"Minions, where are the garlands hidden?" Winkel asked, tired of the constant scenery. They plan to complete simple tasks along the way, such as hunting the Badalis Behemoth, eating bandits, and escorting a caravan.

He must make this revenge trip profitable. He won't let revenge for his reputation get in the way of him being paid handsomely.

"According to the map, he is hiding in Lagon, one of the largest declining city-states." Unlike his host, he seems to enjoy the scenery. "The Union was once a loose alliance until they betrayed Gadmani for King Baraur in the War of the Century. Gademani and Bahrain eventually conquered their land, splitting them in two. ”

This is a fool who deserves it. Never trust fairies. Vai

queu

"I can smell cooked mango in the air," he said.

"The region remains unstable. When Ragon and the northern cities swore allegiance to Gademani, they were still bickering. Due to the heavy use of mercenaries by the local nobility to harass rival lands, like the sco

che

Such people flock there in search of work and protection. ”

"Minions, I mean spiced cooked Mannings; Not a burned village. Winkel recognized the smell and flew to its source. He vaguely knew who had done it, so it made sense to take a detour.

As he expected, Winkel found his favorite cousin cooking around a campfire, while a dwarf was eating a chicken next to him. “Ge

ialissime !”

“Vai

queu

, Ma

li

g Victo

!” The other dragon said happily, at this time Mu

mu

i

The emperor landed next to the campfire. To Winkel's great confusion, he had begun to put a topped, dragon-sized blue hat on his horns, like his cousin's crown. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" Are you coming to see me?"

"No, but it was a welcome surprise," Winkel replied, then looked at the breakfast.

"I'm cooking robbers!" ge

Alissime replied, then handed Winkel a stick stained with juicy meat. "Do you want some?" Its paws are delicious. ”

"No, thanks, I have sheep in my travel bag." In the dragons, ge

alissime may be a talented chef, but Vai

queu

Discover MA

li

GS is bland even with seasoning.

"Looks like our bandit hunting mission has come to naught." His own chief of staff covered his nose to keep himself from smelling his cooked loved ones, and landed near another nearby Manlin. The two exchanged brows, as if recognizing each other.

"Henry?" Victor said. The name evoked Winkel's memories of the bespectacled senior scholar from the stinking city of Haudemer. "Henry, is that you?" Are you still alive?"

"Victor? Is that you? Are those wings real?"

"Yes, I encountered, we might call it, a class accident."

"That's interesting...... "Manlin Henry muttered." I knew that certain monster classes could change the type of user, but I didn't expect [Mo

ste

Squi

e] will ...... like this"

"Oh, do you know my class planner, Manlin Victor?" ge

Al nodded appreciatively. "Thanks to his guidance, I've been on Wiza

D", 12 levels were cleared. He even found me this (Water Mage Hat) to strengthen my spell!"

"Do you have a class planner too?" Winkel asked as he led the sheep out for breakfast.

"Yes, I think I need a minion like your Victor who can help me become the best dragon I can be. So I searched the cities you've been, dear cousin, and I asked them if they had a chief of staff outside of work. Manlin Henry immediately seized this opportunity to serve me until the end of the world. ”

"I ...... It's not my fault that I've created a formidable enemy," Henry admitted. "I don't think anyone would dare to attack a dragon, not even someone as powerful as her. This also allowed me to continue my research on the dragon curriculum. ”

"As long as I'm here, Minion Henry, no one will touch you." ge

Alissime assured his chief of staff. "If something happens, I'll go find the creep to sew it up for you."

"Collect Jules' body." Van Kerr said to his servant that his servant clearly did not understand the word. "If the other Minions are broken, he can fix them."

"You mean after they die?"

"Yes, when they break."

"Would you like some, Manlin Victor?" ge

Alissime handed him a stick.

Manlin Victor looked at the stick in disgust, apparently not a complete dragon yet. "I have chicken," Henry said.

"Thank you, gods." Victor muttered.

"I've done it so well that no one dares to taste it." ge

Alissime replied proudly, swallowing the stick in one gulp.

"Victor, I, uh......" Henry bit his lip. I want to apologize. ”

"Thank you for betraying me to the Scorchers?" Victor shrugged. "That's good. I got five or more scores, and considering how they treated you later, I think we were even. ”

What did Manlin Henry do? Although the Duchess's fiasco remained clear in his mind, Winkel had long forgotten what they had done with the scorched ones. "So, sir, in which course have you progressed?" Winkel asked, anxious to see if someone had made him richer.

Ge

ialissime said: "I have been based on the Minion He

Y's suggestion tried the levels in Crusader. "So that I can heal in battle. Since I'm a dragon and obviously won't die, I'll ignore him. Instead, my class plan ensured that I was able to progress like a wizard and increase my intelligence. ”

"What's your starting score?" Winkel poked and brushed away the shameful secret of the dragon's death.

"Square root 49!" ge

Alissime said proudly.

Winkel breathed a sigh of relief. Lower than his own.

"Actually, I'm considering His Majesty's latest options," said Manlin Victor (Ma.).

li

g Victo

He took a bite of the cooked chicken. "Our last 'battle' made me realize that His Majesty is best suited for battle and authority, but may require more practical perks. I'm thinking about a magic class like The Witcher. ”

"I think a crusader or a priest can complement the dragon's natural abilities," Ma

li

g He

Y suggested. "But the man must worship a god."

Winkel scoffed, not thinking about it yet. "Can I worship myself?" He did intend to become a god one day, if only to get his money back; If he passes his own church

"No," Manlin Victor replied quickly.

"But I'm worth it!" Vai

queu

grumbled.

"Oh, can we worship our treasure?" Jenelisim asked slyly. "If they're shiny enough?"

"Worship money?" Manlin Henry frowned. "I don't think it's going to work. In fact, the ability to enter into divinity is a testament to God's divinity. If you can't gain power by worshipping them, then they're not gods. ”

Well. Either way, the real treasure is too good for the heavens. Moreover, Isn't Crusader Knight a profession for Kia? Van Kel would rather take any class that young corrupt people didn't have before.

"Why not (Feng Shui Master)?" Henry suggested.

"Kanyushi?" Manlin. Victor and Winkel asked at the same time.

(Soil). It is a spellcaster class that allows the caster to control the land, but its perks require a large amount of SP. Dragons have so many reserves, it won't be a problem. "The Gentleman" tells me you're ruling a country?"

"Yes, there are no taxes." Winkel replied proudly.

"[Feng Shui masters] will be very useful." Manlin Henry nodded. "It can help with landscaping, agriculture, ......"

Winkel thought about it for a moment. The caster is not a dragon, unlike a merchant. "Can it make me richer?" The dragon asked the only question that mattered.

"I do see some ways to do it," said Manlin Victor (Ma).

li

g Victo

said that this pleased his owner. "How do you access it?"

"Let's discuss, how about you tell me about the development of your class?"

"Deal," Manlin Victor said.

When their chief of staff exchanges ideas in class, GE

Alissime turned to his cousin. "Vain, Julie is already with you, isn't it?"

"Yes, but I've grounded her." Wacker replied. "She's in a rebellious phase."

"Young people". Ge

Ialissime giggled. "There have been some worrying incidents lately, and I'm worried about her."

"Incident?"

"There are several younger dragons who went missing on their first mission." Jenelisim said, shaking his head at Winkel's frown. "They may have hidden disabilities, but the blighted swamp won't take our children out of her sight right now."

"Are you saying my niece is going to die?" Vai

queu

replied.

"No, of course not. No bodies were found, so this could be something else. But as the number of missing people increases, you have to be suspicious. ”

"I'll keep an eye on Julie." The Emperor shrugged, slightly worried. He had never thought that his niece would die, and the thought of this suddenly filled his heart with fear.

No. He was worried too much. She can control herself, and although he doesn't like her, Knight Kia is powerful. Julie is safe.

However, what happened to these young dragons?

Later, in the city of Milan......

"What do you mean when you say that protecting caravans is no longer an issue?" Vai

queu

grumbled.

"We already have the Dragonguard, the great Magnific." Manlin was full of praise for a green dragon, and Winkel recognized it as one of his guests.

"They said if I protect their city, they will always give me 'Do'

'The reward,' said the dragon happily. "I don't have to do anything to watch my treasure grow up!"

"That's what I did to my empire, they rewarded my benevolent leadership with cattle," Winkel replied, rejoicing that he had inspired others to follow in his footsteps, and refrilled by being denied another assignment.

Long continued, "I'm thinking about innovating in subordinate management." "There is a law of silence, I want to try ......"

Late in the morning, the village of Lombardy ......

"Badalisc, oh, thanks, but the monster has been killed by one of your scaly relatives, and ......" The village chief bared his teeth and sweat dripping from his forehead. Uh, how do you say that......"

"Don't you need any more help?" When Winkel noticed that some of the houses were set on fire, Manlin Victor asked. It reminded him of the time when he burned down a forest in pursuit of trolls.

"Not that kind of help."

"Minions," Winkel said as they flew along the East Coast. "Telling my relatives about the hierarchy may have some unexpected side effects......"

"Not expected, Your Majesty?" Manlin Victor replied in a flat tone.

"I thought my kind would be capable, but I didn't expect it to be so strong!" Vai

queu

grumbled. They walked through the five Manling villages, only to find that the other dragons had solved all the problems there!

"Yes, that's adventure, it's an open market, and it dries up a lot," Manlin Victor shrugged. "So far, I think going on a mission might actually backfire. We already have an unstable country to deal with, and there are enough resources to exploit. ”

"It's your job to deal with this, and I'm doing the dragon's thing, making money by tasting low-level creatures, minion."

"Yes, but it's not the job I do when I venture out with Your Majesty."

"Your presence is essential to my class progress." In addition, at one time he left his chief of staff without supervision during the battle, as a result of which he died. Especially when I developed Du

geo

B

eede

After this profession. ”

"Your Majesty did not betray me. I have paid off my debts. ”

Van Kerr frowned at his chief of staff. "You can get paid to breed?"

Before his servants could reply, a spiky ice fell on them from the clouds.

"Minions!" Winkel warned his chief of staff, but the shells were aimed at him alone. He quickly dodged away, glaring at the dark cloud.

An abominable and familiar voice shouted, and a winged white dragon appeared from the sky. "I'm more social, aren't I, Van Kkel?!" My social skills are better?!"

“Icefa

g !” Vai

queu

Growl.

"You can't steal my mission this time!" Ice Fang roared, claws outstretched. "Get out of the way!"