In the safety of the cellar, Van Klell Knight Bane took a handful of coins from his cellar and sprinkled them to his niece.

He let his niece rest on his storage until its warmth helped her forget about her captivity at the hands of the batmon. However, despite his best efforts, she remained quiet and a little afraid of the outside world. "Uncle," Julie asked him at the end. "Do I have a birth defect?"

"Of course not!" Winkel comforted her. "You're almost as perfect as I am!"

"But Daddy died, and they hurt me!" Unfortunately for her uncle, Julie may be young, but she's also smart. Her lost horn would constantly remind her of her imprisonment. "You always tell me that pain is a birth defect."

"Because you're too young to know the truth." Winkel said that he himself had recently learned about the dragons' shameful secret.

He could no longer understand her feelings.

"Pain and death......" Winkel struggled to find the right words to tell the terrible truth. Suffering and death are not birth defects!" Every dragon has this problem!"

Julie's eyes turned into expressions of fear and fear in their purest form. Although she knew the truth deep down, she must have been shocked to hear this from her dear uncle. "Even you?"

"Even ......," Wink's voice was hoarse. Even me".

This discovery made her even more afraid of the outside world.

"Julie, through my journey, I learned that true self-confidence is not knowing nothing about death," Winkel told her, trying to cheer up his niece. "True greatness is to be myself: fight to the end, because I know that despite the risks, I will always win." Because I am who I am. Even death bows to my strength, wealth, and incomparable genius!"

"So if I become as strong, tall, and rich as you, I can overcome death?" Julie looked up.

"Exactly!" Winkel encouraged her. "But if you stay home all day, you can't be as amazing as I am. You'll have to grow fat by raising cattle, raise the best Minions, destroy your enemies, and be rewarded with riches for it! This is the dragon's path to happiness!"

His words ignited a fire of passion in his niece's eyes.

The doorbell of his vault echoed on the wall, and Winkel muttered as he opened the door.

He found K

ight Kia was waiting in front. "Julie—"

Before she could finish speaking, Winkel closed the door, bent on keeping her out. But unfortunately, his niece heard the voice. "Kachin Independence Army!" She immediately stood up and welcomed her perverse excuse, the servant, and forced her uncle to open the door.

"I'm sorry." The knight hugged the dragon and apologized. As if that would make up for her incompetence as a minion. "I should have been with you all the time. Did they cut off your horns?"

"Yes, they drew my blood!" They want to seal their uncle in a bottle!"

The knight scratched behind Julie's ear, something Van Kerr often did; The sight made him jealous, though he was too good to show it. "This is just the beginning," K

IGHT Kia said. "Once the Formo people make up their minds, they will never stop."

"You're not going to go again, are you?" Julie asked her subordinates.

"No, I'll be there for you at least this time." Until you have enough rank to protect yourself. I'll train you until you're an unstoppable paladin and you can eat vampires for dinner. ”

"Very well, because if I find out that someone in your custody is harming my niece again, you will have nothing to reproduce." Winkel warned Manlin that he meant it.

As for the fairies, the dragon could no longer ignore their tricks.

Now is the time to act.

Victor sat on horseback, with a group of priests, kobolds, and ghouls behind him, glancing at the barricaded house in front of him. The search took a lot of daylight and last night, but this was the last warehouse to be searched.

"Sir, what shall we do?" Juris asked, looking at the closed windows.

"If she doesn't come out within five minutes, break down the door and kill them all," Victor told his troops. "Nope."

Luckily, the door opened, and Saules walked out. A dozen vampires followed her, their hands on the back of their heads. Charlene ended the march.

As Saulus told them, the Nightblade had turned her into a vampire. Her skin had turned pale, her eyes were red, and she had lost a lot of weight. She looks more charismatic, more confident, and has a predatory feel.

"We'll find a cure for you," Victor assured her, as he climbed off his horse with a bazooka in his hand.

"What to treat?" Cha

le

E replied. "My newfound eternal life?"

"Aren't you angry about the current situation?"

"Nope! It's awesome to be a vampire!" She put her hands on her ass and showed off her new figure, "I feel much healthier and stronger!" When my elixir runs out, I'll have to hide from the sun, but I'll be forever young! My back doesn't hurt anymore!"

Victor thought she would be conflicted by the loss of her humanity, but she was very calm. "It's a pleasure to see you again."

"Let me tell you, things will change," replied Charlene, her bloody eyes full of authority. "When I find that traitor croissant, I'll suck him dry, and not in the way he imagined."

Victor has already planned to decide the fate of him and his sister when this matter is resolved. "Where's Emile Lavel?" He asked the prisoners. Lucy's second-in-command is the last problem he has to solve.

"When he refused to surrender, we trapped him in a coffin." The Assassin replied. "None of us here are going to fight for a dead woman."

"Shoot the coffin with an arrow, examine the body, and cremate it," Victor ordered Jules, the necromancer who entered the house under escort. With the Emir gone, they have destroyed the guild in Mu

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leadership.

As for the Minions...... "You're fighting against the law." "Victor warns them." Created a lot of trouble for us, created chaos, threatened the emperor's subjects. Do you have anything to say?"

"Did we surrender? A scoundrel said. "Can't you be merciful?" I mean, Savi got away with it. ”

"Not exactly," Saviles sighed.

"I sentenced her to five years of community service," Victor said, referring to the duties of the chef. "Unlike you, she's very cooperative."

"So we're sorry, we're not going to do it again?" One of the vampires replied shyly.

"Yes, you are terrible, sir." Another rascal replied. "And it's handsome!"

"Ah Fei, I thought you needed to be an assassin now." A new, mocking voice mocks these cowardly killers. "I admit my mistake."

Victor raised his eyes and noticed someone on the roof.

It was a crow like a man, with plumage as black as night and eyes shining like stars in the dark. He wears a ridiculously exaggerated crimson clown costume and wields a scythe full of wailing souls. He jumped up and down on the roof, apparently fond of his shyness; Somehow, looking at him, I didn't feel right.

How did he sneak up on everyone? Why does he look like ...... Resemble......

…

No way.

"Who the hell are you?" Victor aimed the bazooka at the newcomer.

"I'm the Death Clown." The bird clown pretended to bow and announced himself, then jumped off the roof and landed gracefully in front of Victor. "God, prince of sin. No substitutions will be accepted. ”

Deathjeste

God (Guess what type I like!) Avian Flu/Divine!)

The strengths and weaknesses mean nothing to me; All obey my will.

That's right, it's me, I'm the real deal. He is a criminal, a trickster, a liar, and the patron saint of birds (because birds are scary). I've killed every creature at least once, even the Mithras. I can tell you the gory details, but that's enough to make up a complete black comedy novel.

Fffffffffff……

"That's true." Victor whispered in shock. "This is Deathjeste

!”

The entire retinue turned their weapons on the birds, and the Nightblades, including Sourusse, immediately bowed to their patronus. "God! They sang with reverence.

The Death Rigoletto reacted by raising his claws and turning every spear and arquebus aimed at him into feathers, taking the kobold by surprise. "Now, you all know my history with the law," said the God of Crime. "But I'm here for peace. Honest. ”

Victor didn't know how to react. He was no longer interested in the gods, but this one was the embodiment of murder, the evil of the capital E.

"Thank you, thank you, you're so good," God replied vainly, clapping his hands, "as unbelievable as it sounds, I'm not here to kill anyone. In fact, I'm here to bless you...... I beg your forgiveness for my followers, even though I am somewhat ashamed of their cowardice. ”

"You're ...... Applause for me?" Somehow, it makes me feel ashamed.

"Victor, Vic, I am a friend to all those who walk on the path of chaos," God said, patting him on the back, everyone silently surprised. "Ever since you failed to steal that sword from Van Kkel's treasure, Ofremont has entered a time of change and chaos. You and that dragon are walking disasters, I like, like. Now, you're my favorite troublemaker. I even decided to give you a sweet reward. ”

The light shone through the gap in the armor on Victor's left shoulder. He guessed that the crow god's emblem appeared on his skin.

You've received a personal allowance [claimed by the Death Joker]!

[Death Joker Claim]: When you level up, you have an extra 10% chance of gaining a skill or charm point. You can falsify your karma as you please, and your lies cannot be identified by any magic.

"That solves your angel problem," said the god, apparently trying to get Victor to commit an insurance scam.

"Do you know that Xie Sha has already claimed me?" Victor noted. "Shouldn't you cancel each other?"

"Oh, you know, there's a lot of gray area in our portfolio," God replied. "Like drugs or prostitution."

After being claimed by the four gods, Victor wonders if he should arrest them all. "Well, don't expect any 'good' god to look at you kindly." Death Chaperton said that he could read the Prime Minister's mind. "Except maybe Se

g and Cybele, because you are the easiest to get along with. ”

"Hey, what does that mean?" Did the people upstairs think he was a male prostitute?

"It's not just upstairs." Death Rigoletto shrugged. "Now, I have an offer for you."

"An offer you can't refuse, or an offer that you can't refuse?" Victor asked suspiciously.

"I've got something fresh in Nightblade, little Lucy is gone, and the organization is going to be in chaos," the Joker replied, ignoring the question. "Although I am fully in favor of the age of struggle, it will delight Mithra, who loves the law, whose pleasure is my misfortune. I also believe that there is a good chance that you will become a villain, and it is not just because you attended a workshop. ”

"You want me to take over the Nightblade?" The minister guessed.

"Yes, but only if you spare my lovely assassin." "Someone has to take care of the scum and outcasts of the world. So. Do you want to be the Napoleon of crime, Vic?"

Frankly, if Sauruse had put him in charge of a chapter a few months ago, he would have refused.

But right now, Victor wasn't sure what to do. Taking control of the Night Blades will help repurpose their vast resources to serve him and Winkel instead of their predecessors. He could reform the organization and make it more productive than hiring. On the other hand, his karma will be hit again.

"I don't really feel like I'm a villain, or someone who walks on a chaotic path, as you say," the minister argued. "If anything, it's the main reason I'm in a semi-operational state."

"You're in league with the happy world, you're leading a nation of monsters, you've turned witchcraft into state-sponsored trade, and you've ruthlessly hunted your kind to protect a greedy, destructive dragon...... Am I going to go on?"

"Most of this is what I did for Vajkel. I owe him my life. ”

Even if he listens to you, you don't resist very hard, and the key words are the most important. It is you who allow the "friends" to operate there without the intervention of Wacker. You are not evil, because only angels believe in the Absolute, but you are not the material to be a hero. Let's face it, Vic, deep down, you're a scoundrel; If it is the kind of person who has vision and virtue. ”

"It's a good sales pitch," Victor said with a grim face. "What's next, 'join the dark side and eat cookies'?"

"This is something you don't understand yet: there are no camps, you can have what you want." Death Rigoletto shrugged. "So what? Deal?"

Victor considered God's Word until the answer became obvious. "I accept."

"Glad to hear you say that." God replied, then reached out a paw from under his clown hat and pulled out a letter. "Also, if one day you want to go beyond just attending a workshop and learn more about how to be a monarch, my friends and I have a whole set of courses for aspiring social climbers. Here's your invitation. ”

Victor snatched the letter and looked at it carefully. The seal on the back represents a black lightning bolt, and the word "Shilin" is written on the front.

"Remember, Vic," Deathjester said, rising into the sky through a pillar of light. "Always lying, cheating, stealing, flouting the law, and paladins!" That's what life is for!"

"How do you screw it?" Victor said expressionlessly.

"This is the spirit, my child!"

Then God disappeared before everyone's eyes were amazed.

Congratulations! Mu who disintegrated the Night Blade through clever and cunning means

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Branch, harvest the soul until you are satisfied, and save your master on the horse, you are in [G

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d Vizie

], Achieved Level 3 in [Reaper], Level 1 in [Assassin], and Level 1 in [Chaos Knight].

You have received [Fork Tongue], [Jealousy], and [Soul Master IV] class perks.

+180 hp， +40 sp， +5 st

， +2 vit， +10 ski， +5 agi， +5 i

t， +8 cha， +7 lack。

When you lie, you gain +5 bonus on the Charisma Check.

[Jealousy]: A skill that allows you to steal a positive illness (such as recovery or physical protection) from an enemy or ally and apply it to yourself.

[Soul Master IV]: Your knowledge of the soul opens up more paths for you to power, not just witchcraft. You can now learn and use [Necromancy], [Ritual] and [Demon] spells up to level 4. Reaper levels now count as caster levels, as for the purposes of class restrictions, if a class gives you a cast layer in your particular magic school, they will stack with Soul Master IV. This will replace [Necromancy III].

Congratulations! By gaining enough rank in a specific class, being chosen as the head of a crime syndicate, and receiving the blessing of the God of Crime, you can now merge [Assassin] and [Grand Chancellor] into the famous [Moriarty] class.

Moriarty: An evil emperor, a diabolical mastermind who manipulates the entire country from the shadows. Perks: Leadership, Illusion, Stealth, Small Arms. The main growth of skills, intelligence and charisma. Abilities Affected: [Is-No-Good], [Blade Thorn], [Fork Tongue].

Good. He has work to do.

In the first hour after dawn, Winkel summoned almost all of his retinue in the central square to address the population.

Because things will change.

Van Kel observed the inhabitants of the city, who had gathered to listen to his words of wisdom, from the humblest clay figurines to the highest gnomes. He could smell their worries and fears. They spent a terrible night witnessing Manlin Victor's own home being engulfed in flames. They want reassurances.

They will be satisfied, and even more.

“Mu

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of the citizens, "Vai

queu

He cleared his throat and began to speak. "You've been afraid of the night for a long time. For days, the vampire rebels led by Raville the Bat have waged war against my city. They have burned down your house, slaughtered my livestock, corrupted the hearts of the old minions, and threatened even what I hold dear most. The rebels cowardly hide in the shadows, trying to divide you through fear and distrust. ”

His gaze fell on the demon Malfoy and the angel Mir. The former is still in a wheelchair, although he has recovered a little; Thanks to Winkel's own genius and the testimony of the penitent Saules, the identity of the latter has already been clarified. But now, they are uniting against the real enemy.

"But the battle is over!" The dragon happily raised his left hand and clenched it tightly. "The bat leader was burned to death by my flames, and she was crushed like a vermin!" As I speak, my army, led by the Prime Minister, is crushing the last resistance! As long as you are under my wing, everything will fall in front of the power of the Empire!"

The crowd immediately reacted with joy and enthusiasm, but all enthusiasm was suppressed. While his most zealous minions applauded as usual, most feared that the attacks were just the beginning of a war. Tensions remain evident. Winkel decided to ease this pressure by bestowing the honor on the servant he considered deserved. "Kobold Ranger, take a step forward."

After Manlin Victor, his oldest and most respected servants gathered in front of him and bowed in a column. They are clothed with glory in the night, and today he will reward them.

"When I found you, you were only kobolds." "However, I immediately saw the seeds of true servile relations sleeping within you, ready to be released. Now, you have grown in power and become the elite of my lackeys. You are all that a master asks of a servant. ”

His minions trembled and bowed deeply at the hearing of his praise, so much so that the dragon feared that they would break their backs.

"As a reward for your long and loyal service, I promote you to the rank of Knight of Winkel and Guardian of the Niece." Winkel announced. "You should protect one of my three greatest joys: my beautiful niece, Julie. You're going to protect her like I'm gold, and emerge victorious where Knight Kea proves his inadequacy. ”

"Your Majesty," Red said on behalf of the entire team, all of whom burst into tears. But it must be the undead's condensation. "We will bring you glory in return!"

"I know, Minions. Now, kiss my ring. Winkel held out his hand to them, and they all embraced; The dragon quickly walked towards the hero of the day. "Allison, goddess of the forest, please step forward."

The dryant approached shyly.

"I used to despise you because I didn't think you were a minion." Too skinny for him to eat Rollo. Over time, he begins to appreciate the puppet's ability to provide him with food, enough to forgive this shortcoming. "You've proven yourself worthy of my trust."

"Hmm......" The plant couldn't hear what she was saying, frightened by the honor. Well......"

"In light of your performance towards the rebels, I now appoint you as my new magic teacher. You have to help Manling Victor and make me stronger. ”

"So...... Keep doing what I've been doing?"

"Yes, but now your contribution is recognized," Winkel said, showing his generosity. "Now kiss my ring."

Afterward, albeit not as enthusiastic as the Rangers, Winkel addressed the crowd again. "However, citizens, as a good dragon, I will always tell the truth. The Vampire Rebels are nothing more than soldiers of an older threat. Fairy. ”

"Elves?" The Formo family?" They're back?!"

Winkel listened to the whispers of his servants and found that they were both afraid of his old rivals and respected dragons. Their ancestors either died at the hands of these creatures or toiled like slaves.

This time, however, they went too far. They spat at the volcano. ”

To emphasize his statement, Winkel fired a beam of fire into the sky, immediately quieting his adoring fans.

"Minions, the fairies have declared war on me." Winkel said, a puff of smoke coming out of his nostrils. "They freed the Golden Killer Furiben from the seal, the seal took control of his evil, attacked my minions, threatened my niece, and they broke the peace of the dragons that had been maintained since the dawn of the world. If they forget who won the first war, I will remind them in the second war. ”

The dragon proudly spread its wings, bathing all his minions in his majesty.

"Because I, Van Quair Knight Bane, his name, the great cataclysm of the times, the defender of the treasure, the greatest gladiator, the genius president, Mu

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, Ishfa

Ia and the Emperor of the Albonnes, declare war on your ancestors!"

The charm test is successful!

His servants raised their hands and let out bloodthirsty shouts of joy, eager for revenge. "War! They suddenly shouted, their screams becoming deafening, "War! War! War!"

"The Meir family, who have been against me since I woke up, should understand their position!" There is no place in this world that can protect them from my wrath! I will raze their nests to the ground, empty their corrals, and take their riches for myself!"

Van Kelle waved his hand dramatically. "As a first measure, I hereby order the production of a Van Quair watch for the complete destruction of the elves; An institution dedicated to finding new and creative ways to deal with previous problems! I invite any creature willing to fight for justice to join this golden crusade!"

No one prefers this decision more than the dwarves. They eagerly welcomed his orders, prepared for Freben's return, and eagerly tested their weapons on new targets.

"As my second measure, it's time for the country to live up to my reputation," Winkel said. "All my minions will be trained and well equipped so that in the near future, we can go to war against the fairies instead of letting them invade us again!" I'm going to expand my empire beyond this city, across the sea, and into the island of Praitan! Under my wings, we will surely win!"

As his citizens applauded the Declaration of Independence, Winkel immersed himself in his own imagination and contemplated the future. He salivated at the thought of the huge treasure that the miners were sure to fall. He has a lot of work to do because the fairies are vicious. The puppets they make can even challenge him. They have modernized, just as he did when he accepted the dragon's system.

He must also modernize his empire. While the growth of his treasure remains his top priority, he will ensure that his empire grows stronger under his rule. While he was content to let Manlin Victor handle servant affairs, he would now provide direct guidance until his territory expanded tenfold.

One day, soon......

He will even conquer the moon!