I'm really not a dragon.

If someone dies, what excuse can be used to explain their resurrection?

In the magical world, there are countless reasons like this—a lich reincarnated and reborn, divinely ordained, possessed by a demon.

No matter how you explain it, it's a lie, and lies are futile.

Therefore, the best approach is not to explain.

Su En stroked Da Ya's back, looked at the group seriously, and asked honestly, "So, what do you think I am?"

Their gazes all fell on Big Tooth, a rat covered in scales and possessing considerable intelligence.

The drow elf seemed to be deep in thought, and said:

"I've heard that before the magical plague, there was a spell called the Soul Jar, which allowed the caster to replace the victim's soul. Are you a mage?"

Professionals who like to keep small pets can be roughly divided into two categories.

First are mages and warlocks, who need pets to collect spellcasting materials and act as their eyes and ears.

The second group consists of magic practitioners, whose power comes from otherworldly clans in an unknown world. These eccentric non-human creatures sometimes guide magic practitioners in the form of magical pets.

As for rangers and druids, they prefer to keep medium-sized or even large wild beasts around them.

Cold sweat broke out on the dwarf's forehead; everything seemed to make sense now!

He had been wondering how Suen managed to control so many rats in the anti-magic zone. If Suen was a mage who had lived from before the magical plague, then it wouldn't be surprising.

The saying goes, "Even a centipede dies but does not fall down." Those mages who live long enough always find a way to retain a certain level of combat power in extreme environments.

Su En was stunned.

Isn't this possession? There's such a spell?!

As expected, the mage is awesome!

After thinking about it, Su En decided to tell the truth:

"First, I am Suen. This name was given to me by my parents and has accompanied me through two stages of my life."

"Secondly, I am not from this world. I don't know why I came here. As for the original Suen, he may indeed be dead, but that has nothing to do with me. My education taught me to respect every life, whether noble or commoner. I have never harmed anyone!"

"Third, I want to live a good life. To live up to him, and to live up to myself."

"Fourth, I can swear to the gods that what I say is true."

The drow elf was stunned. How could you be so frank? Is this something a criminal should say?

That's not how case investigations work!

You should do what the villains you encountered before did: rack your brains to come up with lies and tearfully prove your innocence.

Then she exposed his righteousness and he was imprisoned!

Finally, he glared at her with intense resentment; that expression was the most delicious. How could you just tell the truth like that!

The investigation is not like this at all! I don't accept it!

"Ha, Sword Bay man, I don't care who you are, I know you saved my life."

The dwarf, sipping his ale, glared defiantly at the drow paladin with his triangular eyes and boomed, "So what if you're a bad guy? The Mountain Clan will only help their brothers and friends!"

"That's right, we believe in you! Without you, we wouldn't be able to get out of prison!"

The barbarian gripped his wine glass nervously. "My Lord Paladin, please believe me too, Suen is a good man."

The drow elf Lysera stared at the group, her expression somewhat helpless.

The case hasn't even started investigating yet, and a few people are already forming cliques, right?

good good!

Paladins possess a unique divine spell specifically designed to counter liars, known as the "Domain of Honesty."

Lisela cast this spell before entering the shop, enabling her to determine who was lying within a 15-foot radius.

But none of these three people were lying!

She suddenly felt so tired. Everyone was telling the truth, so what was the point?

"No matter what you are," the drow elf stared intently at Suen, "I will watch over you, forever and ever!"

"I know I can't clear my name right now, but I will prove it, Paladin!"

Suen flashed a hearty smile. "Now, may I see the files?"

"Theoretically, I can't show this to you, but soon you'll be hired as temporary investigators by the Flame Fist Mercenary Group. Here you go."

Lysera Spider Shadow handed over the dossier, leaned against the wall, closed her eyes to recall, but there were still no details she had forgotten. After the three of them finished questioning her, they still hadn't gotten any breakthroughs, and she was extremely frustrated.

Suen spread out the dossier,

For the past month, the horrific events at Baldur's Gate have been on his mind.

Thirteen girls, with different backgrounds, professions, and ages, whose lives never intersected.

Interestingly, their deaths were not the same. Three of them had their throats slit and their hands cut off, while the other ten drowned, their bodies covered in aromatic oils, as if two groups of murderers had committed the crimes at the same time.

Is Baldur's Gate in such a mess now?

Suen shook her head and continued reading.

Turning to the last page, his tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed. He finally understood that he was the last piece of the puzzle being used as a suspect!

Aromatic oils!

He recognized the oil as sperm whale brain oil, an expensive perfume ingredient with a rich and fragrant aroma.

The main problem is that it's expensive!

Although Baldur's Gate is located by the sea, it is not a habitat for sperm whales.

Sperm whale brain oil is mainly imported.

Throughout the city, apart from perfumers and ocean-going merchants, virtually no one came into contact with whale brain oil.

Sue previously worked as an apprentice at the Audel perfume shop.

Su En remembered that her master was quite strict, and the proprietress, Audrey, was quite beautiful. Even in her thirties or forties, she still retained her charm, and her graceful figure could be described as perfectly ripe.

Of course, that's not the point. The point is that the Odelle perfume shop is Bodegas' own top-tier perfume workshop.

The perfumes produced by the workshop are rich and elegant with complex scents, and often use top-quality perfume ingredients such as spermaceti oil.

"That's strange. You don't doubt my master, but you doubt a perfumer's apprentice?"

Suen clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Actually, all the top perfume workshops in Baldur's Gate were investigated, and your master was also imprisoned shortly after you went in. Baldur's Gate has two large prisons, one in Dragalia and the other in Dragonbridge. However, he wasn't so lucky in the other prison?"

"What's wrong with him?" Suen asked, frowning.

Suen didn't have a very good impression of her cheap master.

In this era, apprentices were no different from servants and attendants. In the original owner's memories, he had been beaten and scolded countless times.

"He's dead!"

"Dead?"

Su En was stunned, finding it somewhat absurd. He remembered that his master was quite healthy, and when he hit him, the stick could leave afterimages. How could he suddenly die?

Oh no, who will take care of the proprietress now?

No, wait, Suen suddenly realized that Lysera Spider Shadow hadn't just told him that her master was dead.

Under normal circumstances, his master could not have died of illness!

His face turned ashen. "Who killed him!"

"Perhaps he's a downtown councilor who has grieved the loss of his beloved daughter!"

The drow elf gave a bitter smile and murmured, "Seven top perfumers and twenty-two perfume apprentices were murdered, with only three surviving, including you. The perpetrators were assassins from the Shadow Thieves Guild, who even arranged for someone to take the blame afterward! The entire process was flawless, without a single loophole!"

"You think the reason I assigned you to the high-crime zone is because only there can the Shadow Thieves' assassins stay out of reach?"

The people in the lower city are indeed a bunch of troublemakers!

Suen asked, somewhat exasperated, "Do they...do they know I've come out?"

"His information is that you've been transferred to the high-prison area and will soon be sent to the Churt colony. Heh, I guess this senator, grieving the loss of his daughter, is trying to bribe the crew of the transport ship!"

Cough!

The barbarian choked on his ale and stared at the drow elf, still shaken.

The dwarf's hand holding the wine glass trembled.

If they hadn't accidentally discovered that the gold in the prison was fake, they probably would have been killed on the transport ship without anyone knowing!

"If I had the chance, I would never come to a big city again!"

"Me too! The city is too murky!"

The dwarves and barbarians shared a deep sense of sympathy.

The local gangs are so rude! Even a dignified councilor is resorting to such underhanded tactics!

"Thank you, Ms. Lisella!"

Suen was truly grateful. He now understood why the warden had arranged for Lisella to take care of the three of them; it wasn't just for surveillance, but also for protection.

With a righteous paladin by your side, even the most wicked villains in the darkness will have to think twice before acting.

Whether it was Suen's imagination or not, the purplish-black color on Lisela's cheeks seemed to be turning faintly purplish-red.

Her back straightened slightly without her noticing, and her tone became lighter: "I've said it before, the swift sword of the dark maiden Elisetrix will only be wielded in the longest night."

"Indeed, praise to the great Dark Maiden."

Suen raised her glass high!

Looking at this mushy couple, the dwarf and the barbarian felt that their lives were about to end.

"So what should we do next?"

There are too few clues at the moment, sperm whale brain oil is one of them.

besides……

Suen raised her eyes,

"Don't you find it a little strange? Is there a secret room in Simon's mansion?"

"There is no such thing as a secret room." Lysera Spidershade shook her head and said decisively, "We found the unconscious Brian and the girl's body in Simon's study. I'm inclined to believe the environment was dimly lit; Mr. Brian is mistaken!"

boom!

The dwarf pressed his palm on the table, his expression bearing the stubbornness characteristic of his mountain people, and shook his head vigorously: "I've spent eighteen years in the dark world, and that secret chamber is the only place I can't be mistaken about!"