I'm really not a dragon.

The Flying Dragon Bridge was bustling with people, and brightly colored caravan flags fluttered under the blazing sun. There were merchants from Luskan, bringing ores, mithril, and animal hides from the north, as well as Flamefist mercenaries carrying flags, escorting weapons and armor from Belgost. You could even see blue-skinned wind giants wearing turbans, standing in front of shops, hawking spices and gems from the land of giants, Kalinshan, to the merchants in the marketplace.

Lively and bustling, this is the Baldur's Gate.

This pearl of the west coast is now displaying itself in its most vibrant form before Suen.

【hint:】

【O fledgling dragon, you have finally left the lair of the hill giants. The sons of Annam have forged order with war and thunder. What appears before you is the magnificent enclave of the storm giants, the Tower of the Eye of the Storm.】

[On your long journey, you've reached the summit of Schomoz, an enclave. Do these majestic mountains stir your blood? Spread your wings and take your first flight as a dragon!]

[Side Quest: Soaring Dragon - Complete a glide and remain airborne for at least ten seconds.]

[Reward: Wing membrane growth factor]

The task has been refreshed again!

As usual, the system popped up another nonsensical place name.

However, this time Suen began to seriously consider the task and how to complete it.

Not long ago, he earnestly asked the system how, as a dragon, he could fight against a powerful curse.

The system's initial responses were bizarre and varied, such as killing oneself and then resurrecting through a full resurrection spell, or using a limited wish spell to travel to a timeline inaccessible to the cursed one, or requesting the Time Dragon to reverse time, return to the past, and have the curse occur earlier—

In short, none of them are reliable.

Under Suen's step-by-step questioning

The system provided the simplest, most straightforward, and most direct answer.

Every dragon, as it transitions from youth to adulthood, gains a wondrous and powerful force.

The academic community defines it as the power of legend.

The source of this power is a mystery, yet it is nothing short of a miracle.

For example, you can withstand a spell that is sure to kill you, nullify deadly poisons, and break free from shackles that you would otherwise be unable to escape. Specifically, even if your neck and head are only connected by a thin layer of skin, you can use this power to last for an extra hour.

Therefore, as long as Suen can normally enter the adult stage of the dragon, he can obtain this power.

Generally speaking, dragons reach adulthood at 100 years old.

In other words, he would have to live for another 99 years and 10 months to obtain this legendary power.

Hmm, this seems a bit too late! His second brother can't wait that long!

Unless there is a way to quickly increase his age level.

Suen remembered the potion she had obtained from her previous mission.

One potion can increase one's age by two and a half years. Theoretically, if one drinks forty potions, he will become an adult.

It's just 40 potions. Although the thought of it makes my liver ache, it's not something I can't do!

Take this task for example, which requires you to stay in the air for at least ten seconds. In a magical world, isn't it easy to fly in the sky?

Suen nudged the dwarf with his toe.

"Dude, I need your help!"

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"Flight, tsk, that kind of useless spell doesn't deserve to appear in my spellbook."

After hearing Suen's request, the dwarf shook his head vigorously, raising his fist, as big as a sandbag, and waving it triumphantly in front of Suen.

"Why do you think I became a mage? My Mirror Image spell can make my fists appear as five in the eyes of others, and my brute strength allows me to knock down even the bravest warriors with a single punch."

Suen looked at the dwarf with pity.

This mediocre dwarf should have been embracing gold, but instead he's embracing stones.

Does he even know what a monk is?

A mage is a seeker of mysteries, analyzing the world, understanding the world, and creating the world!

In the minds of dwarves, a mage is probably just a barbarian who can cast spells.

Pitiful,

sad!

Fortunately, I am different from him; I have already embarked on the path of the supreme mage!

Suen shook her head and asked, "Alright, but I still have to ask, are there any first-circle spells that can make someone fly?"

The dwarf stroked his chin and said:

"Now that you mention it, I do remember. There's a spell that can conjure up a floating disc, allowing people to stand on it and float! Is it called the Tansen Floating Disc Spell?"

Hmm, this spell is a perfect fit for his mission requirements.

Perfect timing, he hadn't used the reward for completing the Path of the Dragon Lord quest yet.

"Are you plotting your escape? Human males, dwarf males?"

The drow elf donned a cloak, concealing her beautiful face. "I'm afraid your plans are doomed. Gentlemen, let's talk! There's a tavern over there; how about my treat?"

Sunlight is not a good thing for drow elves; it is too scorching and too dazzling. Their eyes were not originally designed to adapt to sunlight.

Suen and the other two exchanged glances.

There are two taverns on Feilong Bridge, one of which is a three-story multi-functional pleasure club.

Young girls dressed in their finest attire leaned against the windowsill, their faces etched with weariness and a yearning for money.

As for the closed windows, the reflections of the candlelight, and the occasional sounds of laughter and cursing, one can't help but let one's imagination run wild.

The tavern is called "Xia Bingsi's Caress".

The other one looked rather shabby, with a sign on the ground that read, "Fregor Cheap Hotel".

Those coming and going were either weary travelers or sweaty adventurers and mercenaries.

Without hesitation, the barbarian walked toward Xia Bingsi's caresses.

The dwarf followed behind with an air of righteous indignation.

Suen was about to follow, but suddenly realized something and turned back to look at the drow elf.

Lisela looked at Suen with a resentful expression.

After a moment of silence, she gritted her teeth and said, "All of you, come back here!"

"I don't have enough money to go to such expensive places!"

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As a tavern, Frego's budget hotel is substandard.

The alcohol wasn't strong enough, the food wasn't flavorful enough, and there wasn't even a waitress in the restaurant.

Even if it's a half-orc waitress, or a mercenary taking orders in the shop, the adventurer can still crack a few jokes without any restraint.

The fact that such a terrible tavern has managed to stay open until now is purely due to the owner's foresight.

Since Xia Bingsi's Caress opened, the shop owner, Moriford, hasn't dared to raise the price by even half a copper coin. Relying on its sufficiently affordable prices, it has left a good impression on the working class—"No money, Fredo; money, Xia Bingsi."

"We came to the tavern just to drink!" The northern barbarian gulped down his beer, his face full of sorrow. This wretched place didn't even have a bard!

"Is this ale diluted with water?!"

The dwarf took a big gulp, but couldn't figure out the taste, so he took another big gulp.

Suen was only focused on eating; for some reason, he was very hungry, extremely hungry.

This hunger is not a spasm in the stomach and intestines, but more like a hunger from deep within the cells, a craving for enough nutrients, a desire to grow strong.

The halfling chef ladled a spoonful of steaming hot baked beans in tomato sauce from the pot and poured it over the three people's plates.

Seeing Suen engrossed in making rye bread, Suen couldn't help but look puzzled. Was his food really that delicious?

The next second, a hand grabbed the frying pan.

Suen took the whole pot of baked beans in tomato sauce and placed it on the table.

He tore open a piece of bread and dipped it in the bread bit by bit, savoring the savory and sweet baked beans.

The food rolled between his lips and teeth, crushed bit by bit, and swallowed as pure nutrients.

Halfway through the meal, Suen shook his clothes, and a scaly rat crawled out from his collar, jumped onto the table, and enjoyed the soft, sweet baked beans with his owner.

"Don't forget, you're still prisoners! Behave yourselves." Lisela sighed, rubbing her forehead.

The barbarian and the dwarf exchanged a glance.

The dwarf slammed down his wine glass and shouted, "Sir Enforcer, can we trust you?!"

Lisela raised an eyebrow and asked in return:

"You don't think I'm some naive, idealistic, foolish paladin, do you?"

"How could that be?" The dwarf and the barbarian chuckled awkwardly.

Suen put down his spoon and looked at the drow elf whose age was impossible to discern.

The paladins were innocent and zealous.

This drow paladin seemed different; his violet eyes seemed to hold many secrets.

"Unlike you, the country I live in sees no sunshine, no flowers, no rain, only bloodless, tearless rocks. My people have no kindness in their hearts; they fight for power and profit, using intrigue, torture, and torment to please that wicked goddess."

Lysera Spider Shadow spoke calmly, but her sword-wielding arm trembled slightly.

"So I fled, from the Underdark to the surface. Along the way, there was too much bloodshed and death, too many dear friends who fell before me."

Those violet eyes were still bright.

"I have seen the most desperate darkness, the most simple justice, the most devout faith, and the most magnificent dawn."

"I know how you feel. As long as there are people in the world who cry out against injustice, as long as those oppressors, parasites, and cowards still exist, even if I am the only one, I will do everything in my power to seek justice for the weak."

"Because the swift sword of the dark maiden Iristris is only wielded during the longest nights, after which dawn will break!"