I'm really not a dragon.

Inside the hotel's king-size bed room,

"Why won't that foolish elf let us go to Simon's mansion? The truth is right before our eyes! Why is she refusing?! I get it now, that damned warden never intended for us to find the real culprit! He wants to turn us all into women!"

It has to be dwarves, the mage's amazing wisdom automatically matches conspiracy theories.

Suen glanced at the dwarf whose neck was red with anger, and quickly turned his attention to something else.

It's a bed! A soft bed!

He lay on one of the only two beds in the hotel room, his limbs swaying up and down like oars.

After spending more than a month in prison, I almost forgot what a real bed looks like!

The northern barbarian wiped the sweat from his brow, trying to calm the enraged dwarf. "I think... perhaps the paladin didn't mean it that way!"

"Pah! Don't speak up for them; stupid, pointy-eared people are never reliable!"

A dark thought flickered in the dwarf's triangular eyes. He turned to Suen and shouted, "Hey, Swordbearer, that drow isn't here. Let's run away together! Since that son of a bitch Artorias learned his pact from the devil, finding a devil should be enough to break it!"

If contracts were that easy to break, that would be great.

Besides, how could the devil be found so easily?

Suen got out of bed and looked at the dwarf as if he were looking at a humanoid creature with an intelligence of no more than 3 points.

"Hiss, your gaze is so strange?" The dwarf felt uneasy under her gaze.

Suen said, "Do you remember how she rejected us back then?"

The barbarian tried hard to recall, but the drow paladin had not actually explicitly refused.

"She said we were all criminals and that we had to wait for our temporary investigator status to be approved before we could investigate Simon's mansion."

Suen shook her head. "Wrong. What she meant was, we're all criminals, so we can do whatever we want while we're still criminals!"

The barbarian and the dwarf were taken aback. Had the drow elves said such a thing?

Is this statement still valid to be interpreted this way?

Suen took a money pouch from his pocket and tossed it to the dwarf and the barbarian. "Before Lysera left, she gave us a money pouch with ten dragon coins inside. What do you think she meant by that?"

Lisera is a paladin. Although paladins are powerful, they are subject to various limitations, the most serious of which is that they cannot break the oath they have made.

At that time, the tavern was crowded and noisy, and the dwarf's suggestion was trespassing.

Faced with such illegal and unethical work, Lisela naturally had no choice but to politely decline.

However, the Drow Paladin was clever enough to know that Suen and his companions had just been released from prison and were penniless, so he simply tossed money to Suen and told them to do what they wanted.

The dwarf realized what was going on. "No wonder that drow said she had to go out for a while; she was giving us time to prepare!"

Not bad, not too stupid.

Su En was quite pleased and asked, "You know what to do next, right?"

The dwarf said excitedly, "Simon's mansion is in Livington. When are we going there?"

"In Livington?"

Su En seemed to be deep in thought.

Livington is the outer city. Although the outer city is within the Baldur's Gate, people from the outer city are not considered Baldur's people.

The Baldur's Gate law enforcement system serves only two groups: the elites of the Upper Town and the community members of the Lower Town.

As for the people from the outer city, the Flame Fist patrol team is only thought of when they are short of money.

"Looks like we don't need to worry about hiding from the patrols anymore! Let's do it tonight, it'll be dark and we'll be hidden!"

The northern barbarian stared at the money bag, scratching his head and saying, "Ten dragon coins seem a bit insufficient. Bow and arrows, hunting knife, leather armor... My uncle is the captain of the Flame Fist, maybe I should borrow some from him."

"Hey, let's be careful with our money! Give me three dragon coins, I need to buy some materials. The ink here is so bad, I can't even write in my spellbook!" The dwarf lay on the desk near the balcony, sniffed the ink on the quill pen, and showed a disgusted expression.

"And what about you, Master Suen?" the barbarian asked respectfully.

Upon hearing the word "mage," Su En felt as if she had taken a big gulp of ice-cold cola on a sweltering summer day, feeling refreshed and relaxed.

He waved his hand.

"Well, my path of magic doesn't require ink. The dwarf is right, save your money and try not to reveal your whereabouts."

The lower-town councilor, grieving the loss of his beloved daughter, was so deranged that he killed Suen's master; he might already have people watching them.

Although the men had just been released from prison and the news had not yet spread, what if someone was watching them?

"Hehe, don't worry about that!"

The dwarf patted his chest and assured him.

With a soft click of the door closing, the room returned to silence.

Alone, Suen walked to the balcony, opened the window,

The twilight glow spills across the Sintal River, which encircles Baldur's Gate. The rows of buildings, like jewels in a crown, are bathed in a golden light. Pedestrians still come and go in an endless stream, but as the evening bells of the temple ring out in the distance, the bridge becomes much quieter and more reserved.

To the south lies the outer city, a medieval pastoral setting interspersed with domed buildings reminiscent of the desert.

To the north lies the magnificent Flying Dragon Rock Fortress, Suen's prison hometown where he spent a month.

"Sigh, another world!"

Big Tooth jumped onto Suen's shoulder and gazed into the distance with him.

Suen rubbed the rat's head and looked up at the magnificent Flying Dragon Rock Fortress.

Although the start was terrible, he finally made it out. This beautiful new world opened its arms to him!

A thought flashed through his mind, and he opened the panel.

A screen of light appeared before his eyes

[Host: Su En]

[Young Dragon Stage, Age: Two Months (Dragon Vein Depleted and Weak)]

[Attributes: Strength 10, Agility 11, Constitution 9, Perception 13, Intelligence 10, Charisma 17 (-8)]

[Skill: Perception +1]

Challenge Level: 0

[Personal Trait: Dragon Vein lv2, Unassailable Magic Power]

[Spell (Muscle Mage Special Edition): Trick 'Mage's Hand']

【Task:】

Main Quest: Growth - Feeding, Sleeping, Entering the Young Dragon Stage

【The Dominator Quest Series: The Path of the Dragon Lord - Recruit, Conquer, and Write Your War Epic】

Phase 1 is complete. Rewards are pending. Would you like to claim them?

【Yes! 】

Dragon patterns quickly appeared on the light screen.

[Prerequisite for unlocking the second stage of the Path to Dragon Lord: Reaching the age of a young dragon. Please ensure you get sufficient rest and nutrients as soon as possible to smoothly enter the young dragon stage.]

Suen turned around and saw a six-pointed star magic circle in the room, a bottle of mysterious potion, and a letter lying on the old floor.

You have chosen a first-level spell, Tansen Levitation.

Please accept your reward.

Suen chose the Tansen Floating Disc Technique, which could directly complete the mission.

As long as he can acquire the legendary resistance of an adult dragon, everything will be alright! At that time, even signing ten more warden contracts wouldn't be a problem?

As if recalling that time, Su En sneered and opened the envelope.

"To the ethnic groups I have never met!"

"Thank you for your recognition. It is because of your support that I believe more and more people will embark on the path of the muscle mage..."

"This Dragon Heart Elixir will greatly enhance your throwing ability. Over time, the elixir's ingredients will gradually improve your muscle definition, giving you the perfect physique of an Olympic champion."

Oh, so practical, and it even has skin-shaping effects. No wonder it's the way of the supreme mage.

"After drinking the potion, I've learned half the magic. From now on, I just need to practice my throwing skills diligently..."

The more Su En looked at it, the stranger it seemed.

His path to becoming a mage seems a little different from that of a typical mage.

In the original owner's memory, the mages always carried scrolls and books with them.

Why is it that he's the one taking drugs?

Well, perhaps this is the price of becoming the most powerful mage. Although you gain power, you also lose the hardship of the growth process.

Suen opened the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

The medicine quickly took effect in his body; countless warm currents spread from his stomach and intestines, like a warm breeze blowing into every muscle.

My body feels warm and comfortable.

He continued flipping through the letters.

The more I looked at him, the more something seemed off.

"What does it mean to grab a disc-shaped object, throw it at the other person's head, and then just wait for them to die?"

The effect of Tansen's Levitation Technique is to summon a force field disc-shaped object that can float in the air, right? Is it a spell specifically designed to bully people who can't jump high?

Suen looked around and noticed a wooden board under the vase.

Suen pulled out the wooden board, assumed the spellcasting posture depicted on the envelope, inhaled and exhaled, and like an athlete, gripped the projectile, his weight between his index and middle fingers, his wrist slightly bent.

Then, swaying back and forth, spinning, and throwing with all one's might.

With a whoosh, it went off.

A wooden plank flew through the air like a missile, creating an arc of airflow, and embedded itself hard into the wall of "Xia Bingsi's Caress".

Shortly after, a disheveled man ran out of the room screaming, shouting, "Help!" and "Assassin!"

The neighbors next door were thrown into chaos.

Suen silently closed the window and fell into deep thought.

The power of the spell is quite considerable, which is good.

But the problem is, shouldn't Tansen's Floating Disc Technique be a support spell?