I'm really not a dragon.

"Thank you, Investigator Flame Fist! Thank you for eliminating the evil spirits in the mansion!"

"Haha, fellow villagers, you're too kind! This is all I should do. People from outside the city are also members of Baldur's Gate. A good Flame Fist is one who serves the people!"

"Yes, Master Flame Fist, we respect and love you!"

"Much better than some monster hunters who only care about money!"

The applause in the street grew even louder.

The residents of Livington presented flowers and fruit to the overwhelmed couple.

The Gurman Shaya was squatting in the corner, smoking silently. When he heard this, he coughed, choking on the sparks from his cigarette.

He looked at the three people surrounded by applause with a hint of resentment, and put away his cigarette.

Ah, no wonder my ancestors went off to wander.

The city is full of guys like this who talk big but are also incredibly tough in combat. If he were in their shoes, he'd be a homeless person too.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up and, following local custom, clapped.

"Ahem, I am Char, a Gurman, a wanderer protected by the moon goddess, the monster hunter Char! Greetings to both of you, and to the sleeping gentleman."

Suen and Conan exchanged a glance; they were certainly not Flame Fist investigators now.

He used this pretext to avoid being arrested as a burglar who broke into a private residence.

However, this also shows that Livington residents rarely see Flame Fist law enforcement officers on a daily basis.

Su En looked enlightened, and strode forward with measured steps.

Because they were walking so fast, they even lost their shoes.

With one bare foot in the mud and half a stack of shoes hanging on the other, Su En staggered to Xia Ya and grasped his hand tightly.

"The Gur clan, renowned for their monster hunters? Master Char, thank you for coming to Baldur's Gate! Welcome to Baldur's Gate!"

No, you, this, eh!

This was the first time Char had been so valued, and a strange feeling rose within him. In the past, he had only been met with disdain, curses, and idiots who thought that monsters were brought by people like them who killed monsters.

The hospitality at Baldur's Gate is truly refreshing.

Xia smiled shyly.

"Not at all. Baldur's Gate is very safe under Flamefist's leadership. Crime has decreased significantly, and we rarely have the chance to take action."

Good public security? Recalling what had happened over the past month, Su En's lips twitched.

"That's right, sir." Looking at Suen's expression, Xia Ya felt a pang of unease, realizing that he had almost made a fool of himself by trying to flatter Suen.

He hurriedly explained his purpose: "As monster hunters, we need to use some special tools to deal with monsters in the dark. These tools are quite troublesome to make, requiring various magical materials. Sir, you killed the earthbound spirit in the manor; could you sell me its Soul Ember?"

……

Xia picked up a bit of ember and rubbed it between his fingertips. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly before relaxing again.

"The embers of a slain evil spirit weigh only 27 grams, regardless of the type. Considering the quality is quite good, I'll offer 150 gold immediately. How about it?"

Suen and the northern barbarians were complete novices when it came to trading magical materials.

Even so, the two could tell that Char was trying to give them a discount.

Because the amount of ash mixed in by the two individuals was more than 27 grams.

"Master Xia, don't be so polite. As long as your actions benefit the people of Baldur's Gate, whatever your price is, is fine!"

Su En said nonchalantly.

Approving sighs echoed through the streets; truly, the people's best Yanquan (a legendary martial arts technique).

As a professional monster hunter, Char was also quite moved. He considered himself a part of the order and naturally felt a good impression of lawful forces like Flame Fist.

"Then it's 150 Dragon Coins, it's a deal." Xia Ya wasn't happy to take advantage of the two of them, and besides, if he really dared to, the spittle of the troublemakers in Livington District would drown him.

I got my hands on a heavy pile of gold coins.

Suen's Adam's apple bobbed, a faint sense of happiness rising within her—she longed to make a bed out of gold coins and then roll around on it to her heart's content...

No, this money still has to be divided with those dwarven barbarians. Just thinking about having my money taken away hurts so much!

Char patted his pockets and said confidently:

"With these embers, the leader can create a lot of items. Maybe then we can get the bounty on the murder case."

?

Murder case, reward offered.

A string in Su En's mind seemed to be gently plucked.

He asked casually, "Are you referring to the Baldur's Gate serial murders?"

"That's right, sir! After we apprehend the murderer, you won't get a share of the reward!"

Char made a joke to himself, then noticed that the two Flame Fist Masters didn't laugh; instead, they were looking at him with serious expressions.

Suen and the northern barbarians exchanged a glance.

"Can we exchange information?"

Xia seemed to understand: "It's like this. About two weeks ago, our leader, Viktor, noticed the presence of those Baal cultists. After investigating, he discovered they had arrived at Baldur's Gate! Coincidentally, a murder was also taking place at Baldur's Gate!"

Xia Ya became increasingly indignant as he spoke.

"As the Flame Fist, you should have heard about this already! They cut off the victim's left hand to proclaim the resurrection of the god of murder. This is unacceptable to all righteous people. The good side is not necessarily the weak one. We should have told those villains this lesson long ago!"

Hmm, Baal believers? Cultists?

This modus operandi doesn't sound like the same case.

Su En suddenly remembered seeing similar methods in the case files. Several victims had their left hands cut off, while others drowned after being soaked in grease.

He thought at the time that there might be two different psychopaths committing the crimes simultaneously, and now it seems that his thinking at the time may have been correct.

Suen shook her head. "I didn't think the news would spread this quickly..."

After saying that, Su En placed his left hand on his chest and pounded it hard.

In conclusion, thank you for your contribution to Baldur's Gate!

"Ah, it's my honor!" Xia said, flustered.

Char was also happy to talk to this upright and kind-hearted Flame Fist, always feeling that this Flame Fist investigator was different from the law enforcement officers he had encountered in other cities.

"We'll be leaving now!"

The northern barbarians, carrying fruits and flowers given to them by the dwarves and Livingtons, walked towards the city.

"Have a wonderful day, and may the moonlight guide you!" Xia watched the two figures disappear into the distance, patted his pocket, and walked briskly toward the special refugee area known as "Little Carinsanity."

On the way back, Suen was still pondering Xia Ya's words. If there were two murderers, the difficulty of solving the case would be extraordinary.

Fortunately, the identity of the other murderer has been largely confirmed.

"Conan, have you ever heard of the Baalites?"

Conan nodded, his expression serious.

"Baal was known as the god of murder. In his time, he and two other powerful gods were known as the Triad of Death. But a hundred years ago, in that era known as the Year of Turmoil, he died."

I thought he was some kind of formidable character, but it turns out he's already dead.

Suen shook his head dismissively. "It seems the so-called followers of Baal are just a bunch of grasshoppers in autumn. After all, how can a dead god be resurrected?"