I'm really not a dragon.

Sun and the dwarf barbarian looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is she just being self-indulgent?

Don't you think we have to believe her just because of a few words?

No way, really?

"I think you're thinking something very offensive!" The drow elf Lysera took a sip of her ale, silently observing the group, then suddenly grinned, revealing a cold smile.

"Fine! Let me put it another way: I'll pay for all your food and drinks during this period! If I'm in a good mood, you can stay in a hotel; if I'm in a bad mood, you'll be lying on the streets! Now, understand? Slaves!"

Damn it! Didn't you understand if I hadn't said it earlier?!

Suen picked up the beer and said with utmost sincerity:

"My patron... no, my Lord Paladin, don't bother with them. They're just country bumpkins, their brains are all malfunctioning."

"This toast is for you. Nothing more needs to be said; it's all in the drink!"

?

The dwarves and barbarians couldn't understand it; was this the Baldur's way of speaking?

The drow elf Lysera took a sip of ale: "I still prefer your previous unruly self. Let's get back to normal."

The dwarves and barbarians sat down obediently.

Who made the drow elves the main beneficiaries?

You have to control your temper when dealing with a sugar daddy!

The drow elf sipped his ale and suddenly spoke up: "Let's start with you, Mr. Conan! Tell me how you were accused of being the murderer!"

"Me?"

The northern barbarian pointed to his nose and sighed, "There's nothing to say. Adele is a good girl, and so is Lucy. They're just so unfortunate."

"A gambling father, a sick mother, and a younger brother studying in Candleburg—the burdens of life weighed heavily on them, shattering what should have been a radiant life. I have no ability to save their disillusioned lives; I can only help them out as much as I can. In gratitude, they comforted a wanderer far from home with their generous hearts, which seems perfectly reasonable."

The northern barbarian looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his eyes filled with stories.

These words made the adventurers and mercenaries nearby beam with excitement, and they began to chatter:

"What a great poet!"

"Say a few more words!"

"How did you comfort her?"

The northern barbarian waved his hand shyly, but he couldn't hide the pride in his expression.

"How interesting. In the three days you've been at Baldur's Gate, you've 'helped' four down-on-their-luck women."

The drow elf spread out the dossier and casually flipped through it. "And yet, their bodies were all discovered shortly afterward—the dossier records it like this: the deceased were naked, covered in aromatic oils, and the cause of death was suffocation; aromatic oily substances were found in their nasal cavities—such a coincidence, do you have any explanation for it?"

The northern barbarian opened his mouth, and the words in his throat turned into a mournful sigh, rolling through the smoky tavern.

His gaze gradually hardened.

"I know you don't believe me, but I love them, I love every single one of them, I love their broken yet resilient souls. I want to find the killer more than you do!"

Su En couldn't help but glance at him sideways. This barbarian, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, who would have thought he was such a romantic?

"Tsk, the answer is exactly the same as the one in the case file!"

The drow elf turned to the next page with annoyance, his sharp, piercing gaze sweeping towards the corner of the dining table: "Your turn, dwarf!"

The dwarf downed a glass of ale, let out a heavy burp, and said nonchalantly, "I know what you want to ask. I've said these things countless times to many people."

"A month ago, I came to Baldur's Gate. At that time, I was penniless, so I took a dishonorable job."

"I need to break into people's homes, tell them how much money they owe, and what they will lose if they don't pay it back on time. Generally, they will obediently hand over the principal, interest, and penalties."

Isn't this just like someone trying to collect a debt?

Su En understood and couldn't help but show a look of disdain. No wonder he could get into a high-prison prison.

Should!

The dwarf downed a cup of ale and continued, "Sure enough, the human was terrified. He promised me he would repay on time and asked me not to tell anyone about it."

The drow elf suddenly interrupted the dwarf's narration, "You really didn't kidnap Simon Silvershield's daughter?"

The dwarf glanced at the drow and let out a disdainful snort:

"Why would I kidnap his daughter? I won't do anything unnecessary!"

"Alright, you can continue..." The drow elf nodded, took out a notebook from his pocket, and started writing something.

The dwarf continued:

"When the repayment date arrived, I visited Simon Silver Shield's mansion with a few gang members."

"The Flame Fist Enforcers got here before us; they put up banners announcing the auction of the mortgage on Simon's mansion."

"After making inquiries, I learned that Simon Silver Shield had disappeared. Before he disappeared, he absconded with all the money in his circus's accounts and borrowed a large sum of money from the clearinghouse (bank)."

Suen couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

There is one suspicious point: not only Simon's daughter, but even Simon himself has disappeared.

Does this mean that Simon discovered something?

Is he planning to use money to redeem his daughter?

"My Lord Paladin, have you tried to find Simon? Or did he leave any message?" Suen couldn't help but ask.

Lisella closed her notebook and gently shook her head.

She said, "We couldn't find him. He's from the Silver Shield family, albeit a branch. But as you know, the current Duke of Silver Shield has no children, which means that anyone from the Silver Shield family could potentially become the Duke."

pity!

Simon Silver Shield should be an important clue.

This lead has also gone cold.

"You can't assume I killed Simon's daughter just because I saw him!"

The dwarf looked resentful, his features appearing all scrunched up.

Lisela said coldly, "That's not the main reason you're considered the murderer! Dwarf, the real reason is something we both know!"

The dwarf gritted his teeth and nodded forcefully.

"Yes, Simon is dead, but he hasn't paid back his debts. So, my employer gave me a second job: to infiltrate Simon's mansion and find anything of value, preferably the circus deeds!"

"Then, I found Simon's land deed, and his daughter... his daughter was like a lily, her limbs twisted, stuffed into a safe."

Lisella tapped her fingers on the table, demanding in a stern voice, "You claim the body is hidden in a safe in a secret room. How did you know the combination?"

The dwarf gave a bitter smile, his expression growing increasingly troubled.

"...I know you don't trust me. I was raised by gray dwarves and grew up in the Underdark. In that dark environment, eyes are useless. I rely on my ears to perceive the world. Opening a combination lock is not difficult for me."

"What a convenient excuse, Brian Kingsear! Do you even know what the only problem is?"

Lysera rubbed her forehead, saying wearily, "Simon's mansion has no secret room, no basement, nothing at all."

The dwarf's expression instantly turned strange. "Impossible! This can't be! How could this be?"

Suen and the barbarian exchanged a glance, their eyes both looking somewhat strange.

There is no secret room.

Where exactly did the dwarf find the safe?

The northern barbarian nudged Suen with his shoulder. "I think the dwarves are lying!"

Su En shook his head inwardly.

The mystery deepened as Brian Kings discovered the body of a young girl hidden in a safe in a mansion without a secret room.

Either one of the drow elves and dwarves is lying, or they both believe what they are seeing is true.

"May I see the file, Lord Paladin?" Suen glanced at the brownish-yellow file and asked with a smug look.

Lysera Spider Shadow slowly raised her head and looked at the man sitting in front of her—handsome, disheveled, with eyes like those of a newborn baby, filled with curiosity about the world.

A puzzled look suddenly appeared in those violet eyes.

Lisela said softly, "Sun Sidler, if you ask me, you're the prime suspect!"

"The man named Sun Sidler is dead. You, still standing before me, what are you?"

The dwarf and the barbarian were stunned for a moment, and when they looked at the human-looking Suen, they felt their hair stand on end.