Van Kerr fashionably held his head high so that all could see his crown glistening in the sun, and he marched like a lion among the sheep through the streets of the capital. His kobold minions lined up in two columns beside him, drawing a wedge between the thousands of monsters singing his name.

“Vai

queu

! Vai

queu

! Vai

queu

!”

As a good emperor, Winkel triumphantly pretended not to hear.

Privately, though, he enjoyed the attention. For so long, he had been hiding in his secret room, hunting down his enemies, practicing magic, which reminded him of how important and beloved he was, and it was a good thing.

When they reached the central square, Winkel sat in the middle of the square, and the kobold ranger ordered his other retinue to form a circle around him. A large horde of goblins, orcs, demons, trolls, undead, and countless new creatures gathered to see him. Ghoul bards play drums, kobolds play trumpets.

"Dear Servants and Citizens of the Brave V&V Empire," the Pink Ranger announced. "To our great and beloved ruler, His Majesty Van Klell Knight Bain, I, the Great Tribulation of the Times, Keeper of the Treasures, Emperor of the Silent Forest, Ishfania and Albon, the greatest gladiator of the world!"

His subjects all bowed down before His Majesty, and Winkel was immersed in their worship.

"Your Majesty will make an exception to personally hold a court in front of you, listen to the complaints of your subjects, and seek justice for the wicked!" The Pink Ranger continued, and the Black Ranger came over with a stack of scrolls so she could write the glorious day in the register. "Your Majesty will announce a good news!"

As his viziers had requested, Winkel would personally appear before the people of his new empire and bless them with the leadership of his enlightened dragon. His most powerful servant was busy interrogating useless croissants in the castle, and he had clearly become a traitor. How could he be after Winkel took him as a beloved servant, the dragon would never understand. How to be ungrateful. He even made his sister, Sweet Chocolate, cry.

After his magical training had become tedious and tedious, Winkel was glad of the opportunity to change his mind. In order to become a spellcaster, he did everything that required training. He even briefly swapped his crown for a wizard's hat and uprooted an olive tree to make a wand. He tirelessly practiced his magic on summoned demon dummies, trying to get magical weeds to grow beneath them.

Nothing worked.

Winkel has lost count of how many times, how many times he threw "weeds" or "fake plants" on the farm's land, and found nothing.

Magic is hard!

Thankfully, it's easier to be an amazing person. "Yes, I, Van Klele Knight, the greatest adventurer in the world, have good news for you! The dragon said to the crowd. "To celebrate my flawless victory in my recent mission and my ascension to [Augustus], I hereby order the construction of a great gladiator arena!"

His statement was warmly welcomed.

"A great arena where you'll see me and my glittering minions eat our enemies while you cheer me on!" Vai

queu

Go on. "A huge ring, blood and gold will fall like rain!" Any Minion can show his worth in front of a daring audience! A Colosseum with a unique appeal, like rising water, fire and sparks!"

It's like the arena where he first fought the grasshopper, but better! Dragon!

"To kick it off, I'm announcing a grand Minion Tournament on the summer solstice!" My minions will show their power to all! We will decide once and for all who is the most powerful minion!"

As soon as he announced, the atmosphere around him turned to lightning and thunder. From the Red Ranger to the troll Barnabas, no one is more excited than Winkel's own soldiers.

It would be the perfect opportunity for his minions to upgrade and get ready with Fu

ibo

The inevitable war. He will show off his power, and increase it! Win-win!

The crowd applauded and whistled enthusiastically, and Winkel was immersed in the sound.

The bloodthirsty love of your people fills you with energy! Today you will recover your SP twice as fast!

Winkel held up a hand, and the cheers subsided. After the fun, it's time to get his paws dirty and rule.

"As you surely already know, the V&V Empire now has an official currency." Kobold Blue held up a beautiful golden note and stepped in front of Winkel. "That's a dollar, and my face is printed on it!"

In the back is Manlin Victor's.

"This currency will be the only one allowed on the borders of my empire," Winkel explained, as Blue showed various variants of the dollar, such as smaller daguerreotypes. "My servant will not accept your coins anymore, even if you offer bribes under the table. Your gold will be protected and exchanged for Wankel dollars at a fair, favorable exchange rate. ”

Certainly in Winkel's favor. Generosity starts with yourself.

Unlike the warm welcome he received after the gymnasium project, his assistants whispered worriedly. As he expected, Manlin Victor's ideas were a bit too radical for most of them; And who can blame them? One can feel the texture and warmth of the gold coins, while the paper is cold and soulless.

But a real dragon persevered to the end for his case.

"I understand your caution, so, I'm going to ask you a question." Winkel asked, raising his arms, exposing his chest. "Do you see me with my treasure?"

Obviously, no one objected, so the dragon continued. "But, I said it before!" With my glow, it was so comfortable. I thought I was infallible and underestimated the wickedness of the poor bastards who coveted my gold. And then...... It was on this hill that I faced the cruel Furiben!"

The dragon waved at the volcano in a dramatic gesture.

"My treasure......" Van Kel's voice choked at the thought of it. My treasure... Poisoned. I watched it die with my own eyes. ”

The charm test was successful. You can all feel your pain and sorrow.

And so they deserve. The memory of this horrific atrocity brings tears to the eyes of the Pink Ranger, while her teammates bow their heads in shame.

Never forget. Never forgive.

"No one should feel the pain of outliving their treasures," Winkel said, his grief turned to unwavering determination. "Since then, I've hidden my gold in the safest place the dragons know: my lair!" A vault protected by the strongest minions! A place that my enemies can't attack!"

Emotional, Winkel raised his voice and went on to give his best speech as emperor.

"Are you ready to live in fear and keep your gold in your wallet for thieves to steal, or hide it in the backyard for the lich to poison?" Or do you know that if you hide it in the safest place in the world, you will sleep soundly? You put your treasure next to mine, and no one dared to touch it, while you safely carried Wankel dollars? Remember: I'm the richest dragon in the world! If I did anything, it was right! If you don't follow my example, how can you expect to be as rich as I am? To protect your treasures, safety is the best tribute!"

Winkel clenched his claws into fists and raised them to the sun.

"Protect your gold with Van Kerr dollars!"

The charm test is successful! This is a key!

The shouting was deafening.

His undead minions moved the stored Winkel dollars, and the common people fought each other almost for their gold; Knowing that they would be safe in the cellar of the castle. “Vai

queu

His name was called. “Vai

queu

! Vai

queu

!”

Congratulations! Because of your inspirational speeches, charisma, and popularity among the general public, you have earned [the president's] personal benefits!

[El P

eside

te]: Gain +10 charisma bonus when you are speaking in a crowd or drunk.

It's so much fun to govern! Why didn't he think of it centuries ago?

"Now I will listen to your trivial complaints, and answer them with the wisdom of a dragon." "Bring in the first people to complain!"

"Let's see your royal tickets!" Red the Kobold commanded, sorting the townspeople. The first two are a native and a ghoul; The latter carries a green slime.

"Before my judgment, each of you will kiss my ring" Winkel held out his hand and blinked. "Because I am your emperor, I am rich."

Both men did as he was told, and the dragon allowed the two laborers to expose their problems. "Your Majesty, this ghoul lives in the same house as me," said the gnome, "we both adopted a slime, but when I got home, his was gone, and he pretended that mine was his!"

"Liar! The ghoul protested. "Your Majesty, this living man is a jealous racist who wants to deprive me of my beloved pet after he lost his!"

"It's a difficult case," Vai

queu

Say. "Are there any witnesses?"

Both shook their heads, and the dragon made a decision. "Red ranger, give me the jelly."

The kobolds, too, raised the slime in front of the emperor. The big, fat guy looked back at Winkel with big eyes.

"While greed is the greatest virtue, each of you should understand that you can get something without taking." The dragon raised its claws. "Cut the mucus in half."

With a wave of his claws, he did. In the blink of an eye, Kobold Red was holding two smaller jellyfish, one in one hand.

You've managed to split one ripe green jelly into two young green jelly!

"Each of you now has your own slime, cherish it as if it were your own gold." Winkel ordered, and each citizen was given his own pet. "I will not tolerate discrimination among my citizens, because you are all equal to me."

"The emperor said it!" Pink Ranger said as he wiped away his tears. "Bring the next citizen!"

A group of undead guards brought him two new claimants: a dirty werewolf, and a walking cactus wearing a scarf and straw hat.

"The Emperor will settle the problem between Farmer Greenspike and Wolf Pierre." After the two kissed Winkel's ring, the Pink Ranger announced. "You can now submit your matter to the emperor for trial."

The cactus said, "Your Majesty, yesterday I found this werewolf preying on my flock." "I called the guard to help and he confessed to his crime. Most of these sheep are destined to be food for me as a tribute to Your Majesty. ”

"I confess my guilt," replied the werewolf, "but I stole these sheep just to feed my family—"

"Guilty!"

Winkel glared at the ruthless thief. And I commanded, Whoever does not speak of sheep will be a sheep. This is your first offense. The second thing is that you have committed a terrible crime; Stealing my sheep is like stealing my gold!"

"But Your Majesty—" The villain protested, but the dragon didn't let him finish.

"You'll start with a helpless cow and then escalate to murder baby coins!" Guilty! You can feed your family, though. Van Kerr turned to the guards. Send him to Rollo and ask him to exchange the stolen sheep back. ”

"No thanks! The werewolf panicked, and the guards stepped forward to grab him, "Please don't turn me into a sheep!"

"Don't you want to feed your family?" Winkel asked him: "If you become a sheep yourself, your children will surely be well fed."

"There is only one person in our family!" The werewolf confessed his lies, which the dragon had known for a long time; He lied to him and exposed himself.

Winkel has many identities, but is not a savage.

"Then you have lied to your emperor and turned you into a treacherous thief," said the dragon, "and you are not worthy of food, so you will be sent to work in the mines." Take him away!"

The guards dragged the screaming werewolf out of Winkel's sight, and the farmer bowed and followed. "Your Majesty deceived him so easily and exposed his lies......" Pink Ranger muttered to himself in admiration.

Of course. Those who are stupid enough to steal from his treasures, he has heard almost all the excuses of stealing in the world. The dragon didn't like the decision, but had to do it.

A ruler can be benevolent, but he must also show toughness about the crimes in his belly.

"It was the peasants who fed your emperor with their tribute," Winkel decided to explain the truth of the matter to the population. "You should respect the farmer as you respect your parents. This is my fourth commandment. The fifth is, don't steal, for there is no worse sin than stealing someone else's treasure. ”

The Pink Ranger scribbled the order on paper so she could update the kingdom's laws accordingly. Winkel cleared his throat to call the next man out, but a shout interrupted him.

"Murderer!"

The words were so harsh that they echoed in the square. With his eyes firmly on his career, Van Kerr is a demonic lawyer who defends his legitimate case against Moorte. He and a group of demons pushed through the crowd and tried to bypass the guards and approach the Emperor.

"Queue up with your tickets, just like everyone else!" The Red Ranger replied, unmoved.

"Your Majesty, Malfoy has been poisoned!" The demon ignored the rangers. "He's dying!"

Van Kerr's head lifted. There can only be one culprit. "This is Fu

ibo

The masterpiece of which he is evil, wrecks among us!" From now on, we will stop him!"

But the devil did not listen to his advice and blamed others.

"No, Your Majesty, it's an angel!" She poisoned Malfoy with holy water!"