I'm really not a dragon.

A metallic dragon icon with a smug smile appeared on the screen, making a heart shape with its fingers towards him.

Then, Suen heard the sound of gold coins hitting the ground.

【hint:】

[This praise of lofty morality signifies that the host has taken a step forward on the righteous path of the metal dragon, a cause for celebration.]

Su En was a little confused, but after thinking about it carefully, she realized what was going on.

In other words, as long as he stays on the right path of the metal dragon, he will receive a glance of approval for his licentious yet lofty morality.

But what's the use of this thing?

In his previous world, there was something with the same name as "the praise of lofty morality," but after subsequent game updates, this thing was no different from a piece of waste paper.

[In-depth reflection: I should inform the host that the essence of 'Approval of Noble Morality' is the recognition of the metal dragon's righteous conduct by benevolent forces, not something worthless. Furthermore, I should inform the host of the value of 'Approval of Noble Morality' and encourage him to collect more!]

[Answer: The great Lord Bahamut, the Lord of the North Wind, is pleased when metal dragons turn to the righteous path and evil scales repent. Therefore, he established a treasury to reward the dragons' good deeds. (Important: 'Treasury'...Important: 'Treasury'...Important: 'The Lord of the North Wind's treasury'...) A dragon once said: 'If I could just glimpse the Lord of the North Wind's treasury, even death would be worthwhile!']

Just as every great dragon will always build its own treasure trove.

All dragons share a similar desire for wealth, regardless of good or evil.

Bahamut, the Lord of the North Wind, is a dragon god. The treasure trove of the gods must hold countless treasures!

Something was stirring in the DNA. Before Su En could even speak, the system, like a tapeworm in his stomach, automatically popped up a pop-up window.

[Connecting to the North Wind Treasury]

[Registering host information...Information error...Attempting to switch identity to log in...Force entry in progress]

Welcome, Golden Dragon Suen, Silver Dragon Suen, Brass Dragon Suen, Copper Dragon Suen, and Bronze Dragon Suen, to the North Wind Treasury.

The items you can currently redeem are as follows:

[A One-Day-One-Night Blessing Technique]

"Note: At least, it alleviated my chronic problem of premature ejaculation."

[Dragon-Specific Breath Organ Growth Agent]

"Note: Dragons should have a conscience; why should it only be useful for the first breathing organ!"

[Dragon-Specific Second Breath Organ Growth Agent]

"Note: Seeking alchemy masters to combine the two types of breath potions into one! Both of my breath organs need to develop, and the young dragon can't afford the potions anymore!"

[Dragon-Specific Muscle Growth Agent]

"Note: One injection a day. What kind of dragon are you if you don't have money!"

……

The dazzling array of exchangeable items made Su En's heart race; it truly lived up to its reputation as the treasure trove of the Lord of the North Wind!

Well, this is just what one token of high moral virtue can exchange for. If it were two, or even more—

As for this praise of lofty morality,

You can obtain it simply by following the Metal Dragon's righteous path.

He clenched his fist, swung it sharply in the air, and made a silent vow: from this day forward, he would be a good person!

When Suen threw a punch,

The thieves instinctively closed their eyes, fearing that this unusually strong guy might suddenly have a brain fart and beat them up again.

However, the expected beating did not occur.

Sean opened his eyes and saw a warm, smiling face looking at him.

Suen patted Sean on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"Hey Xiao! How did your friends get so badly injured? Who did that? Did you have any money on you?"

The men took out their money pouches.

Su En counted the money in the purses of the group; there were about two silver coins and seventy-eight copper coins in total.

The treatment fee at the Temple of Compassion is quite cheap. The God of Weeping is a well-known benevolent deity who specializes in healing the poor, so fifty copper coins should be enough.

Suen put the remaining two silver coins and twenty-eight copper coins into his pocket, and handed the extra money to Sean.

"Here's some money, enough for you to go to the Temple of Mercy and ask the priests for some herbs! Don't be shy, healing is the priority. We're all Bodhi people, consider this money a loan."

Sean took the wallet with a blank expression.

At this moment, the same thought crossed the minds of several thieves.

Damn, this person was born into a good family!

Just then, a humming or moaning sound came from the alley.

Oh, I almost forgot,

In the alley, there was also a young girl in danger.

Although Su En didn't like the hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress trope—it was too cliché and lacked dramatic conflict—if it happened to her,

But then again...

He cleared his throat and stepped into the alley under the sparse moonlight.

"Fate granted me this encounter, allowing me to lend a helping hand in your time of need... beautiful woman..."

Suen was stunned.

A silver-haired man with a bruised and swollen face was curled up on the ground, his eyes filled with gratitude.

He struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you for your help!"

Su En remained silent for a moment, then flipped open the light screen and checked it again.

He wasn't mistaken! It was a young girl!

But why the hell, why...

"Are you a man?"

The silver-haired man asked, puzzled, "Uh, is there a problem?"

He showed no signs of chest binding and had an Adam's apple, making him undoubtedly a fine young man.

Suen was completely heartbroken.

This broken system malfunctions every day. It's one thing to treat humans like hill giants, but now it's even mixing up men and women!

"Hmm, it's nothing. It's not very safe here, let's go back to the city!"

Suen left the alley in sorrow, as if the alley were infected with a plague, making people want to avoid it at all costs.

The silver-haired man breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to be a good person.

He had only taken a few steps outside when he suddenly noticed something. He turned his head and saw the thieves staring at him with resentment.

The silver-haired man's face turned pale instantly, and he scrambled to catch up with Su En, pleading, "Your Excellency, please allow me to accompany you!"

-

"Erwin Silver Shield" is what this man calls himself.

The Silver Shield family is quite famous in Baldur's Gate, a family of four generations of hereditary dukes, comparable to the status of four generations of three dukes.

"Don't let my surname Silver Shield fool you; actually, my ancestors went to the Ten Towns when Baldur's Gate was first established."

A blurry map appeared in Suen's mind. The Ten Towns were located in the north, near the Spine of the World, and their geographical location was similar to Norway in his previous life.

In short, it's a very remote location.

"That place is quite far!"

"Yes, I wouldn't have come back if it weren't for inheriting the fortune of a distant relative," Erwin Silver Shield smiled.

Suen's expression was strange; he happened to know that Simon Silver Shield had recently disappeared.

Suen joked, "Could it be a circus?"

"Hey, how did you know?"

Suen raised his eyes and carefully examined Erwin Silver Shield, his expression gradually becoming serious: "Hmm, I live in the Livington district, and I've heard about it before. Simon Silver Shield and his child were unfortunately killed by villains. I think he may have no heir."

Erwin Silver Shield's expression changed slightly, and he nodded. "That's right, my poor...uncle and cousin! Indeed, so unfortunate!"

The two walked side by side for a while, then Erwin Silver Shield's expression suddenly became somewhat awkward: "Um, do you know where the accounting office is?"

"It's in the southern part of the lower city, quite easy to find," Su En said thoughtfully. "Are you going into the city next?"

"right!"

Su En immediately became serious: "Take my advice, never believe a single word the halfling manager says, and never buy any financial products. I guarantee you'll thank me later!"

Erwin Silver Shield blushed and stammered, "I'll remember that. Anyway, thank you so much for your help today!"

-

As Suen watched Erwin Silver Shield's departing figure, the silver-haired man seemed to sense something, turned around, and waved to him with a bright smile.

Suen smiled and waved goodbye.

Shortly after, footsteps sounded beside Su En.

Lysera Spider Shadow stood beside him, arms crossed, and raised her sharply defined chin, saying with interest, "Where did you find such an interesting fellow?"

"How did you find me?" Su En asked, puzzled.

Lysera Spider Shadow raised her wrist, examining the crescent-shaped mark on her slender wrist. "Some low-level tricks, are you surprised?"

Suen felt a chill; it seemed that Zhuo Er could keep track of their movements at any time.

"It was a chance encounter."

"You're really lucky; every word he said was a lie!"

Lisela stared at the silver-haired man's retreating figure, a puzzled expression on her face. "But somehow, he answers whatever you ask. I don't know if he's a liar, a fool, or just an innocent child."

Baldur's Gate was established around year 400 of the Vale calendar, a time when the area was a hub for pirates and smugglers. The Silver Shield family had not yet been established, and it was impossible for any of its collateral branches to have ventured to the Northlands.

Furthermore, Simon Silver Shield simply disappeared; there was never any official announcement of his death.

As for the Clearing House, it is indeed a bank, and there is indeed a halfling manager promoting financial services in a pit.

However, as the largest noble family in the Upper City, the Silver Shield family owns a bank and doesn't need to go to the accountant in the Lower City.

In Lisella's words, Erwin Silver Shield is indeed interesting.

Because it's impossible for a liar to be full of lies while also being riddled with inconsistencies.

Suen said, "Perfect timing! The three of us are going to investigate Simon's mansion, so we'll leave this interesting guy to you!"

"Ugh, it's all this suspicious guy's fault. I had a chance to stop you from trespassing!"

Suen turned his head and met the languid eyes of the Drow Paladin.

They both understood the meaning in each other's eyes—

A cunning paladin!

Cunning humans!