I'm really not a dragon.

Aurelia's face turned from pale to ashen, and she glanced one last time at Tieflin lying on the ground.

She grabbed the dwarf by the neck, carefully placed him on the ground, and said pitifully, "Alright! Alright! Barbarian friends, what do you want?"

Suen gave the barbarian a look.

Tiflin's magic arrow scorched him to a crisp; it was a miracle he was still standing.

The barbarian understood and took the dwarf away, while Alleria took the Tyflin. After exchanging hostages, the two sides resumed their talks.

"Darling, I don't want to cause any trouble. Let's leave here, and you should both leave. Let's pretend nothing happened today, okay?"

"That won't do!" Suen shook her head.

We finally found a clue, how can we let you get away!

Aurelia hissed impatiently like a cat, annoyed, "What do you want, you barbarian!"

"First of all, I'm a mage! Secondly, I heard everything you said before. Who killed Simon?"

Aurelia's expression shifted several times. "Who knows? Anyway, it wasn't us—"

Suen reached out her hand.

"Then give me his soul!"

Aurelia gave a wretched smile: "That's the only thing I can't do, darling, Master will kill me!"

"You fear your master's orders, but not the Sword Coast Code?"

Aurelia's lips twitched, and she shook her head. "No, you don't understand. My master is a devil?"

devil?

Hmm, "devil" shouldn't be a noun, right?

"His name is Raphael! The master of the Mansion of Hope!"

The severely injured Mel, leaning against the wall, weakly raised the string of infernal characters on her wrist, and said, "A real devil!"

Damn! Baldur's Gate is truly a blessed place; murderers are one thing, but even demons are joining in the fun!

Su En suddenly remembered that there was a paladin standing behind him, and straightened his back, which was about to bend down.

Haha, you almost chickened out?

If the devil has any further opinions, let him speak to Lord Supreme Slayer.

Suen shook her head, neither confirming nor denying.

"Then let me rephrase my question: Do you think any person with a conscience and a sense of justice would watch you take away the souls of innocent people, especially not handing them over to the devil!"

"innocent?"

Aurelia laughed so hard she nearly fell over, as if she'd heard the funniest joke in the world.

She took a crystal ball from her animal skin bag and stared maliciously at the soul inside.

"If you knew what this guy had done, you would never think he was innocent!"

Do not know why,

Suen felt that the face in the crystal ball was somewhat familiar; it had the same silver hair, and she could vaguely make out the handsome features of its younger self.

He must have seen that face somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.

"What did he do?" Suen asked hesitantly.

"Sacrifice! This greedy swine offered up his daughter in exchange for his youthful body. My master granted his request, but he then told my master that the girl had disappeared."

"So, you killed him?"

"No, no, no, darling, he hasn't paid off his debts yet, how could we possibly kill him!"

Aurelia stroked the crystal ball, her expression complex. "We just need his daughter, Moria!"

Suen was even more confused.

Wasn't Moria Silver Shield dead? Her body's been buried in the ground? It's probably infested with worms by now.

"Then you can find her at the cemetery."

After thinking for a long time, Su En finally managed to come up with this sentence.

Aurelia covered her lips and chuckled.

"You're so lovely. If it were a different time or place, I would never have met you like this. On the red carpet and at the ball, at the opera and on the stage, I wouldn't be a thief; I would be as elegant as a princess, and you might even be captivated by my kisses."

She seemed to have thought of an interesting scene, her body shuddered, she rolled her eyes with amusement, and then her gaze became dull and uninteresting.

An awkward atmosphere hung in the air.

The barbarian quietly gave Suen a thumbs up.

Suen felt as if he had become dirty. He said expressionlessly, "Let's get down to business. Moria Silver Shield is still alive!"

"She is dead, of course. Flesh and blood are but rotten wood, her soul a precious stone. The soul of a young girl is what my master craves. Can this news bring you mercy, sir?"

She licked her red lips and looked at Su En expectantly.

Su En shook his head. He couldn't let them go just because of one side of the story, neither morally nor logically.

Moreover, the devil is very good at lying.

So, let's not worry about anything else, let's just arrest them first!

He gave the barbarian a look, and the latter understood and drew his bow.

"Hey, how could you do this? I've already told you the truth!"

Aurelia sniffed hard, her eyes seeming to redden, and with a tearful voice, she said pitifully, "If that's the case, then neither of us will have an easy time! My heartless lover!"

boom!

She crushed the crystal ball, and as glass shards exploded on the ground, a transparent spirit seized the opportunity to disappear into the air.

Aurelia laughed maliciously:

"Simon Silver Shield, you ugly swine! Think about how you died! You must want revenge on those who killed you! This is your mansion, go ahead and wreak havoc!"

A powerful gust of wind suddenly swept into the study, gathering into a small, gray storm. In the center of the storm, Simon Silver Shield appeared, his chapped and terrifying ghostly face emerging.

The air vibrated, as if humans were wailing.

No, that was the mournful howl of a ghost.

A sound wave, almost tangible, rolled through the study, stirring up clouds of dust.

The dwarf barbarian Suen was caught up in it, his mind went blank, as if his soul had been frozen by the mournful wail.

Aurelia endured the sonic waves, picked up her unconscious companion, and jumped onto the windowsill.

As she left, as if remembering something, she turned her head. The storm ruffled her skirt, outlining her slender and graceful waist. She was like a red rose on a cliff, blooming boldly and maliciously.

"We will definitely meet again!"

She spoke slowly and deliberately.

Then it leaped into the night.

Only a crazed soul remained, furiously lashing out at everything, crying out, "Aaaaaah! My daughter!"

Waves of energy exploded around him, catching Su En off guard and knocking him to the ground.

Before he could react, the ghost's terrifying face instantly approached, and its chilling claws reached for Suen's neck.

Holy crap! This ghost is a demon!

"Conan, take the dwarves and get out of here! Quickly!"

Suen unleashed a breath of dragon's breath, the flames temporarily repelling the ghost. He then drew his hunting knife from his waist.

Conan nodded, scrambled to the dwarf's side, grabbed his collar, and slapped him hard across the face.

boom!

The dwarf opened his swollen eyes and said with difficulty, "That woman is amazing!"

It's alright, you're still alive!

"The sorcerer Suen told us to hurry up!" Conan hoisted the delirious dwarf onto his shoulder, looked back, and saw golden flames engulfing the study, distorting the air, and surrounding screaming ghosts and an angry "sorcerer".

As expected of Bodwell! He really steps up when things get tough!

"Hmm, is that guy an idiot? Simon has become a vengeful spirit," the dwarf said haltingly. "Ordinary weapons can't harm vengeful spirits."

"I'll get you out of the mansion first!"

Conan kicked the study door.

The door, which had been easily pushed open, now felt like a heavy boulder, and no matter how hard Conan tried, he couldn't budge it an inch.

"We're in the Bound Spirit's mansion. We won't get out until we kill him!" The dwarf struggled to raise his head and said, "Conan, can you read?"

"I recognize a little bit."

"I still have a little ink left. Open my spellbook and say, 'Write!'"

The barbarian opened the spellbook; the first page of the table of contents read: Book of Hatred (Portable Version).

Uh, is this thing really a spellbook?

The dwarf spoke haltingly.

"Written in the year 1482 of the Valley Calendar, Simon Silver Shield offended the dwarves, and this is recorded in the Book of Hatred. May he die a horrible death!"

The barbarian finished writing this passage with mixed feelings.

As for why he had mixed feelings, it was because he saw his name on the Book of Dwarf Hatred.

"Then, at the very bottom of this page, it is signed Sun Sidler, with the note, 'Though a Sword Coast native, he was kind to the dwarves and was pardoned from the list of sinners.'"

"...I've finished writing!"

The dwarf leaned against the wall, a weak smile on his face. "Alright, we've done what we could! Just wait!"

-

The entire mansion was the domain of the earthbound spirit; he could emerge from every corner of the room, wave his hand, and a gust of evil wind would rush into the room, slamming him against the wall like a ball.

Suen could only strike when the ghost got close.

What's infuriating is that his blade has no effect on vengeful spirits, but their touch seems to steal his life force.

Unfortunately, not a single spark could be produced from his throat. The young dragon's breathing organs were not yet fully developed, so he could not breathe as freely as an adult dragon.

Fortunately, the vengeful spirit was unaware that he could not breathe. Whenever it saw sparks coming out of Suen's throat, the ghost would promptly slip into another room.

With the tide turning against each other, Suen decided to run away.

But when he glanced at the door from the corner of his eye—and saw that these two idiots were actually squatting on the ground writing their wills—Su En was at a loss for words.

Just then, a screaming ghostly face flashed into his peripheral vision.

Su En was startled and instinctively stabbed his side with his knife.

Like hitting a jellyfish, the sharp blade swept up the embers from the shattering of the spirit.

The man and the ghost were both stunned.

Suen looked at the glowing blade.

Simon Silver Shield looked at his shattered spirit body and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

[Demonic Weapon]