Four hours.

Victor was only away for four hours and she had hated, hated, hated her job!

"Minions! Minions!" The dragon repeated the word each time in a stronger, higher pitch, as if he thought his prey was too deaf to hear him. "Minions!"

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?" Vampire Chief of Staff Charlene Enui (Cha

le

e E

uie) asked, and it took a lot of effort for her to hold back her laughter. She could hear her fangs grinding against each other, her fingers clenching her notebook obsessively.

"I've decided that I want my arena to have an open roof," Winkel proudly declares, swaggering over the near-completion Colosseum. The crown on his head is too large and he behaves arrogantly, reminding Charlene of a powerful king who looks down on the peasants like shit. Every step he took made the bricks tremble under the stars.

"An open roof?" Charlene repeated, she had been forced to obey the dragon's increasingly ridiculous demands for hours. At first it was a chair made of carved jewelry, but later it was upgraded to a staircase made of a kobold for him to climb up and then go further down.

"For the opening ceremony," Vai

queu

Say, as if one word is enough to combine these two concepts. "My minions will stay in the shade until the roof is opened; The sun's rays will shine on my gold, and it will sparkle for all to see! Build me an open roof!"

"Why?" Charlene couldn't help but ask, because the opening ceremony was already a lavish performance. "What's the point?"

"A real emperor, no, someone like Augustus, must be in the limelight!"

"Your Majesty, how can we create an open roof mechanism on a building that is about to be completed, when there are still six days left before it opens to the public?" Something that will only be used once?! The state budget is empty?!"

"Minion Sharin, if you had half of my chief of staff, you'd have understood."

Calm down, Charlene, the vampire thought. Calm down, it's only temporary, like a rash. Stay professional, you've seen stupid and arrogant adventurers before that you can handle

"I don't say this because you failed to find me any quest to increase my treasure, proving that you are not competent enough."

Intelligence check successful! [Berserk] negative!

“I-i

adequate ?” Charlene laughed at his superiority.

"Thank goodness I believe in the reorientation of the minion's profession," Winkel continued in an arrogant tone. "While you're a terrible mission manager, I'm sure you can be my arena building secretary."

Shalene hastily wrote down this new promotion, next to the deputy head of the Treasure R&D department, the head of the castle dust, and the holder of the Golden Mirror.

Come to think of it, she thought her situation had finally improved. For years, she has been managing a guild of adventurers with no way out in the middle of nowhere, desperately trying to climb the career ladder, however, due to a twist of fate, she becomes the leader of a nascent nation. A nation of madmen, hooligans, and monsters, but still a leader. She has privileges, status, a new class...... Or even eternal life.

When Victor goes on vacation, she knows that dragons are difficult to deal with; Without her kind of interested friends, that chaotic, aimless "empire" would have collapsed within a year. Deep down, however, Charlene clings to the arrogant idea that she can help the country become a model of bureaucratic efficiency, even without Vic's help.

But that dragon was worse than she thought! He wants everything and doesn't pay for anything!

"Now, it's a very important role and I'm not going to deliver it easily. If you want to prove that you deserve this honor, you're going to have to build me an open roof. It doesn't have to be turned off, and I won't need it anymore. ”

Charlene may be undead now, but she swears her heart beats again from extreme frustration. "At least can Your Majesty tell me where I can find the gold to pay for the materials I need?" She asked, with intense sarcasm. If Victor manages to get Winkel to listen, it might be useful to her.

Charm Check......

Failed! It failed miserably!

"Pay for materials?" The dragon laughed listlessly. "Pay? It's funny, Minions. But if you're stressed out enough to make a joke, then it's clear that you need more work to forget about your pain. ”

Congratulations! Due to your vampire nature and personal circumstances, you have been granted [Boiling Blood] personal privileges!

[Boiling Blood]: 40 SP every ten minutes. You can boil your own blood, causing contact with it to inflict faint [fire] damage; You are immune to the side effects of boiling blood, but in Pe

k, you become susceptible to [Berserk] sickness.

"Now, no kidding, Minion Charlene, go make me money." My treasure can't be filled alone. ”

Twelve hours after the Prime Minister left.

"Go home, two legs."

"Dear little lamb," said Mir to the great spider, for she refused to crawl out of her pit completely. "With the power bestowed by our pact with the Empire, we can provide your children with the light of knowledge."

"I'll never give my spider eggs to birds." The telepathic spider protested, its children curled up under its legs. "I will teach them like we did, at home with the remains of our prey!"

An angelic warrior in golden armor summons a flaming sword. "Free education is non-negotiable," he said in an imperious tone. "Your child should go to public school or you'll go to hell for the sin of homeschooling!"

Mill winced, and immediately recognized her colleague as an "Old Testamentist." "Unless she intervenes, things are going to get ugly." Forgive these poor sinners, it will take some time for them to come to their senses. The insurance saleswoman pleaded. Turn the other side of the face away, because they don't know what they're doing!"

"Miel, I think your protest is a bit too ......" Tian pointed his flaming sword at his companion, "Protestant. ”

"It's not very graceful to point a sword at your fellow angel either!"

"Take off your sacrament," the warrior argued. "The higher-ups may consider promoting you to [Dominion] because they have softened, but you are not a transmitter of revelations!" By negotiating coexistence with Hell, you are guilty of buying and selling the priesthood!"

The insult sent Mir's heart trembling, as if she had been slapped in the face. "I serve God in all things! Oh my God, the SP harvest in our department has increased tenfold with the New Testament!"

"Hand over our souls!"

The spider complained, "I've given you my precious special points, and I can't give you my eggs anymore." "When I left the moon, I thought it would be a land of freedom and opportunity, not a dictatorship of birds!"

"You are right to defend the rights that the emperor has given you."

The sound of Malfoy speaking alone was enough to infuriate Mill, even more so when he showed up with the support of his lawyer.

"Be careful, heretic," the angelic warrior threatened. "You can't corrupt young people!"

"It's safer for the children to be with us than with you pigeons," said one of the lawyers. If you have been given the office of a caretaker, you may deliver them to the priests.

"Instead, we can take care of your offspring and give you a small blessing in the afterlife." Malfoy began to convince Spider to convert, knowing that his role in the Empire protected him from the wrath of the angels. "We can provide your children with the best personal education they want."

"Don't listen to them!" Before the demon could poison the mind of the multi-legged lamb, Mill interrupted him. "Only we can provide a truly free education for everyone!"

"I don't want any of the two of you!" The spider replied loudly.

"Then you should go the third way."

Much to Miel's confusion, a third person, apparently observing the discussion from a distance, decided to intervene: a dwarven woman unknown to the angel, with her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. In fact, she looks almost exactly like the other Dougalls, except that she doesn't have a beard.

"The middle way, unachievable, but sustainable. Average route. Miss Midget cleared her throat. We advocate equality and have decided to provide free education to all in a truly egalitarian way. A place where there are no hierarchies, only equality. As part of an organism, we share everything. ”

"Like a public network?" The spider asked, suddenly more interested in the offer than in Heaven or the Happy Country. "It reminds me of when I was younger, when I learned to hunt bigger prey in packs."

"Oh my God, it's the efforts of real ordinary people who bring down the highest!"

"Hmm...... My spider eggs really need to learn how to socialize with their neighbors...... Can you come to my dark cave and we can discuss your school plans?"

"Of course. I must tell you that, as a core dweller, our school is suitable for nocturnal animals. ”

"It's amazing," the spider giggled. "What about the diet?" My spider eggs don't tolerate goblins. ”

Both the angel and the devil watched in amazement as the spider invited the dwarf to its home and did not even eat her!

"The Agarthans are stealing our market share!" Malfoy protested, as angry as Mill himself. "It's stealing!" We are the government and we must stop them!"

"I'll vote for you," Miel said, before protesting with rival pla in her unreasonable colleagues

a

Continue before the company enters into an alliance. "Under the condition that the country of happiness is not allowed to open private schools, it is recognized that the way of heaven is the only way."

Warning: For such gratuitous malicious actions, even against demons, you lose your karma.

The news made Mill ashamed, and he didn't think it was worth it until he saw Malfoy flush with anger.

15 hours after the departure of the deeply regretful Prime Minister.

"Little boy, please calm down," Allison tried to appease the terrible impersonator as the scene caused the townspeople to gather in the streets.

"Baby! The creature screamed in reply, stomping on the remains of the ruined stump while collecting the newborn jellyfish on its back. "Protect the kids!"

"Sword Baby?" Basje repeated, the famous explorer jumped to Junior's side when he began to go on a rampage. "It's coming!"

How did Victor tame this thing? Ever since the last time the slime rain brought new jellyfish to the Gollum, shattering anything between it and its new enemies, it had been completely out of control. Without Victor's appeasement, the creature's violent instincts reappeared. A poor half-orc shopkeeper has the misfortune to grab a fire jelly to glow, which angers the giant imitator and makes it overreact.

"It's a disaster." The orc grumbled. "My shop is in ruins!"

A kobold merchant in the crowd complained loudly, "It's all the fault of the advisors, everything has gotten worse since the departure of the beloved minister!" I'm sure they misled the good Emperor Wankel with bad advice, and they mistreated that little devil!"

"I've heard they want to raise taxes!" A wild man added, causing a debate among the townspeople.

"That's wrong," Allison replied, feeling the tension in the air. "We're not going to—"

"I feel like you're a lovely person, and in front of my three hundred and eight eyes, this God-blessed country is decaying!" Ignoring the dryads adds another kind of sorcery horror. The priestess suddenly realized that while she had been respected when the Goo were a small village where everyone knew each other, she didn't know half of these monsters. They don't respect her. "They must have conspired to drive the good Victor away, just as they did with the kobold rangers...... A true prophet would never let that happen!"

To make matters worse, Allison realizes what they might have discovered......

"Gentlemen," a shemale said loudly. "I think there's only one way to get our voice loud to the Emperor. The way of monsters. ”

He raised a spear.

"Riot!"

"Riot!" Bass Jelly jumped for joy. "Team activity!"

"The chosen slime is with us!" A moon beast roared in a lame colloquialism. "Riot!"

"Riot! The other monsters followed suit, and some immediately smashed the nearest window and frantically threw the car around.

"Stop!" Allison pleaded, just so someone could light the fire with a spell. She sprang into action and tried to extinguish the fire before it spread. "Damn it! Damn you! Fuck you, all of you!"

It's been 20 hours since the end of the muttering man.

Exhausted, Allison sought solace in a place where she always felt safe. Her temple, in front of the statue of her goddess.

The fairy prayed to Sibele harder than ever, but Eros, who had responded directly to her prayers many times, remained silent. The new cathedral, built a few months ago, is still surprisingly silent. Until the end, her best friend walks into the room, more for her than for the goddess.

"What did Rollo miss?" The Golem always asks bluntly. "Rollo sees smoke outside."

"You've missed sixteen murders, hundreds of injuries, riots, fires, fires everywhere, thousands of gold coins lost to property damage, Heaven and the Nation of Happiness threaten to go to war for proper youth education......" Allison followed, his voice choked. Since she had always liked reconciliation, she was exhausted by the rampant chaos. She would rather chat with people while drinking than help quell the riots.

How did Victor stay awake after a few months? The experience only rekindled her respect for her fellow human monsters.

"Education is a very sensible topic," Rollo said, with the wisdom of a farmer.

"I never went to school, but I was physically and mentally healthy," Chocolate Chocolate added before giving Alison a piece of cake. "Here, you need sugar. I mixed it with chocolate and no meat. You will feel happier afterward. ”

"Coco, you're crazy, but you're also cute, I want to take you home." Now that she felt the shadow of death and destruction chasing her with every step she took, she finally mustered up the courage to speak out.

"Stupid, your house might be on fire while we're talking!" Chocolate replied innocently. "I'll take you to my house!"

"It's a deal," said Allison, "Rollo, can you ......?"

"Rolo doesn't need to be repaired. Rollo would go to work and make sure the fields didn't burn down while we weren't there. You have to rest. ”

"Thank you, my friend," the dryant replied. "I'm going to say one last silent prayer tonight, and then I'm leaving."

Chocolate Chocolate hugged her tightly while Rollo patted her on the back. When they left, the dryads thanked the goddess for sending her into this world, where she made friends who were as strong as they were.

That night, another person paid tribute to Silbele: Charlene. "I didn't know you prayed," Alison told the vampire.

"I don't know," Charlene replied, looking completely devastated. "At this moment, only the gods can save us."

"We ......," Allison bit her lower lip as she had promised not to disturb her friend during his soul-quest. We can contact Vic at any time......"

"I tried," Charlene dropped the bomb. "I tried to pass his coffee shop (Sca

let study) to contact him, but it blocked the connection wherever he was. ”

The dryad's heart froze, and the world around her lost color and hope. "You mean—"

"We're on our own." Charlene shook her head, as if lost in thought. "Only Juris is happy. He said it was a good day. ”

Allison was stunned. "How can he say that this mess is a good thing?"

So far, 16 people have died, which he translates as 16 new undead are born. He hopes that we can continue to build new momentum. ”

How did Victor keep these madmen under control?

"I'll have to apologize to Victor when he returns," Charlene said, "and it's an impossible task to grounding Winkel, let alone his entire army!"

"It's much more difficult to manage a monster empire than it is to manage a small village," Alison had to admit. "Unless there is a strong chief of staff to restrain them, they are all in danger of starting a fight. I never thought Vic would be like this...... There is no substitute. ”

"We have to make sure he never takes a vacation again."

"Agreed," Allison replied. "Anyway."