Every dragon must face a servant war.

During these events, jealousy between the Minions escalates into fighting, often occurring over breeding issues; At least the last time Vaikel hired goblins. While he was hunting, two of his retinues duel over a female animal, and he returned to his lair to find that the dispute had escalated into a full-scale civil war.

To make matters worse, they put his treasure aside and kill each other!

Survivors of his angry reaction were taught a lesson, but since then, Winkel has banned sexual harassment by Minions. Fearing for his wealth, he even gave up his hobby of being a matchmaker. His trust in his friend Victor, and the fact that his chief of staff is not at all good with strangers, are the only reasons why he makes an exception.

Since he had used only one creature at a time in the past, the Cataclysm never had to deal with the "racial conflict" that plagued the multi-species retinue.

"You filthy pigeon scam!"

It's the first time.

Winkel stood outside Nizhma's supermarket, stuck his head on the roof, and watched the scene with disapproval.

The feathered Mir was brought by Winkel's guards, mainly to protect her. She clenched her arms and wings, fearing for her life, while a horde of demons led by Malfoy's lawyer surrounded and threatened her.

The delicious Melfi herself was sick and weak, paralyzed in a wheelchair, spitting out green blood. A banshee nurse takes care of him, while he glares at Feathered Myer. "See? The lawyer said. "Our client recognized the person who attacked him!"

"I didn't do anything to him!" Honey protested. "It was a misunderstanding!"

"You monopoly lovers of heaven can't survive in a competitive market, so you're trying to murder your competitors!" The demon lawyer blames Featherred Mill. "Intel has patented this method! This is a violation of our intellectual property rights!"

"I'm an angel, I don't poison people, even friends!"

"Liar!" One of the demons, a demonic gargoyle, bared his fangs and seemed ready to pounce on their opponent.

Van Kle interrupted their conversation by shaking the entire building with his claws. "I will not allow my subordinates to kill each other without my consent, unless my chief of staff does so."

"But Your Majesty—"

"Demon King servant, your voice is starting to sound like a dragon eater. Are you food for dragons?"

As soon as the devil remembered the food chain, he wisely shut up.

"Explain to me what's going on." Winkel ordered. "We're going to deal with it the dragon way: eat the guilty side."

And the devil lawyer said, I can be a witness. “Malfaisa

T, my colleague lawyer and I were about to go to see His Majesty's grand speech, when an angel interrupted us. Malfessan saw her deceitful nature and told her to go away......"

"But then she said she wanted to join the winning side," another lawyer said. "Since the international corporation offers a handsome bonus to the Fallen Angel headhunters, and she is in charge of Mr. Victor's insurance file, we decided to cater to her from a neutral stance."

"The angels are too cowardly to poison the game, so when she invited us to drink, we didn't use a taster."

"At least that's what we thought!" She offered us holy water, and Mal Fecente didn't vomit fast enough! She ran away while we were taking care of the poor manager! Even now, he has no words to condemn this treacherous attack!"

"Feathered Mir, do you have anything to defend yourself?" Vai

queu

Asked.

"Look at me," replied the angel, his eyes wide open to remind the dragon of a kitten. Friends booed Feather Mill. "Gazing at a poor innocent lamb, sent to the slaughterhouse"

Winkel didn't understand what she meant. "You look like a mammal, which means ugly by default."

"Your Majesty, I was obviously impersonated!"

"And where were you when this happened?" A demon lawyer roared.

"I'm in the office working on Mr. Victor's insurance papers!" Angel protested. "His Ka

The MA credit score was so bad I had to redo it from scratch!"

"That's why you attacked our manager," the lawyer accused her. "You know our minister will opt for better aftercare services, so you're trying to kill better alien entrepreneurs in jealousy."

"Typical impulsive crimes," his companion added. "Your Majesty, she is clearly the sinful Mother Teresa!"

"Mr. Victor is committed to the safety of his soul," Mir objected, taking her hand. "I know his heart is sincere."

The demons erupted into a strange laugh, and one of the lawyers cleared his throat. "If your heart is genuine, then surely someone can give you an alibi."

The angel bit her lip. "I've been alone in the office."

"So you have no witnesses!" The lawyer blamed her. "Your defense is untenable!"

Van Kerr used his unmatched, brilliant reasoning mind to approach the case. Although on the surface, the angel is clearly the culprit, but all his life he listens to excuses, which makes the dragon accustomed to discovering lies; Feather snacks sound real.

Can a cunning villain impersonate her? If yes, why? Take advantage of the existing competition and let his minions kill each other? This sounds familiar. It's all too familiar.

Intelligence check successful! You recognize the pattern of crime from the fragile evidence, just like the protagonist of a crime novel!

"Minions, that's how our enemies sent Ice Fang to chase me," Winkel said. "The real enemy is trying to divide us."

The feathered Mill breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Your Majesty's eyes are true!"

"Who is the real enemy, Your Majesty?" The lawyer asked, confused.

"Obviously, it's Fu wearing a tow and a fake wing

ibo

，”Vai

queu

Say.

"Your Majesty, I don't understand," said one of the demons, who could not see the clever logic of the dragon. His IQ may only be 50, or even lower!

"In the absence of evidence, we must assume that the responsible party is the most likely suspect," Winkel told them, "that he is the despicable Fulben, and he must be eliminated, and those who treacherously release him!"

The lawyers exchanged glances. "But, Your Majesty, the most likely explanation is that she did it!"

"She should be put in jail until that treacherous lich is stopped." Winkel decided to put an end to the debate. "Trust my instincts, I've already said it."

The demons fell into a heavy silence, unable to comprehend his genius.

That's the burden of a 64-year-old intelligence officer.

"So?" Victor asked.

Jouis closes the iron doors of Croysan Prison, which is in the dungeon beneath the castle. He didn't speak. His accomplices cast him a spell (Truth Detection), and the caster was of a higher rank than mine. ”

"Van Kerr should be able to break it," Victor noted. "He can now remove any spell other than Melodieus."

"That's not the problem." The ghoul replied. "I don't think he knew, but they also put a [Death Curse] Dead Man Switch if that protection was dispelled. As far as I know, the killer may have been an experienced necromancer. I think their caster level should be above 50; Maybe sixty. ”

Fu

ibo

Is it? He has the ability and the motive, but Victor suspects that he has something to do with it. From the information he's gathered, the lich has learned his lesson and will never provoke them again. What other necromancer has ever had a holiday with, or worked with, Winkel?

Victor has a possible suspect in mind. "If he speaks, will the curse activate?"

"I don't think so, but his hatred for you seems to outweigh his awe for His Majesty."

Victor sighed. Add to that the fact that Mir was arrested, and it all looks more and more like a mess. Surprisingly, Winkel made the right judgment and did not jump to conclusions; Angels have many identities, but they are by no means poisoners.

He heard someone walking towards them, turned around, and saw Allison, Chocolate, and Barnabas. The troll carried a large crate, and the werewolf brought her brother a box full of food. Her eyes were red with tears.

"You tortured my brother?" She asked worriedly.

"What? Of course not, torture never works. "Moreover, it is inhumane.

Unfortunately, she misunderstood what he meant. "You're going to trap his soul in your scythe?!" Or send him to the Paradise of Happiness?!"

Who did she think of him, Sauron?" We're not going to do anything to his soul," Victor said. "But he won't be out of prison anytime soon."

"But you're the government!" Chocolati

E protested. "Can't you make an exception for your girlfriend's family once?"

Please, just because they're greedy sponsored by Happy Nation doesn't mean they're corrupt!

"Please don't kill him," Chocolate pleaded with him, a far cry from her usual eccentric and confident look, "I know he made a mistake, but I'm sure I can correct him!" I can correct him ......"

"I swear I won't execute him," Victor assured. Frankly, if it were anyone else, the Prime Minister would have threatened to feed him to James Jr.

"I can...... Can I talk to him?"

Victor felt no reason to disagree. Maybe she'll be able to get him to speak. "I'm here if you need it."

She nodded in thanks, but did not answer. He told her to open the door to Kosson's cell, then closed the door and left them alone.

"Girlfriend?" The Chancellor sighed, and Joris asked, "Victor, you are the bravest man I know. ”

Yes, that's right. See Chocolati

Feeling ashamed after her brother's arrest, Victor begins to reflect on his reaction. After getting used to her eccentric usual appearance, he hated to see her sad; It awakened a protective instinct that he didn't know he had.

"How's it going?" Victor asked the newcomer.

"The demons still want Miel's head, despite Vai

queu

Temporarily force them to obey," Alliso

Say. "The situation in the town is tense, but there's more. Someone attacked the farm tonight. ”

Victor's eyes narrowed. "Go on."

"Rollo noticed that the hens guarding the livestock were hypnotized to sleep, while the wolves were slaughtering the herd," the dryad explained. "The problem is, when Rollo rushed to chase them, they turned into fog before he could get close."

"I have never seen a wolf with this ability," Jules said.

Vai

queu

The attack on his food supply was seen as a personal act and began patrolling the farm. I believe this reassures the population for the time being. ”

Victor suddenly notices that something is wrong. "Why didn't Charlene come and inform me?"

"Vic......" Allison cleared his throat. Charlene is missing. She's not at home, she's not in the office, and the kobolds haven't found her yet. ”

A chill hit Victor's back. "Is there a ransom demand, or a clue as to where she might have gone?"

Alison shook her head.

Damn it!

"Chief, should I hurry up and prepare the equipment for everyone to fight?" Barnabas was silent for a moment and asked.

"yes." The Chancellor nodded. "What about my first order?"

"The job is done, chief." The troll said, opening the crate to show off the work inside.

Victor has ordered the trolls to make a replica of a scythe for him, as well as a set of armor that synergizes with his current class. The end result looked terrible, with black plate armor, a worn-out cloak and a horned helmet without a face. Barnabas drew a crimson dragon on the torso, most likely to represent Winkel.

Hell Knight armor

Quality: B+

Material: Soulsteel

Stamina: 50/50.

Protection: Physics +16/Magic +8

Weight: 16 kg.

Rewards: +3 STR/+3 VIT/+10% Critical Hit/Auto Recovery/Evil, Fire, Darkness & Curse Resistance/[Curse] If the wearer has good karma.

a custom set of heavy armor once worn by the defunct Knight of Hell (now renamed the politically correct Friends of Happiness); Its steel is soaked in the boundless malice of a hundred debt collectors. The perfect dragon executor!

Speaking of Sauron, he would not despise such armor; Victor's hopes of becoming a shining knight on horseback were dashed.

Scythes were especially useful against their enemies, as the viziers knew exactly who they were. Enemies turn into mist in the dead of night; Likes misleading, unexpected terrorist attacks and hypnotic ......

Bloodsucker.

The croissant is right. Victor did let them in, inviting these snakes to move around their territory.

The Night Blade has arrived in the Whispering Forest.