I'm really not a dragon.

Upon entering the city, Suen's system temperature clearly turned red.

Every few minutes, a message pops up, such as "[Warning: Powerful Enemy]", "[Warning: Legendary Character]", or "[Warning: Murder of a Protoss]".

【hint:】

[Please conceal your presence; your surroundings are fraught with danger.]

Suen's lips twitched. Where was the danger in Baldur's Gate? Looking around, all he saw were good people.

At the corner of the city gate, a group of young adventurers were punching and kicking a drunkard.

As you get a little closer, you can hear several people cursing.

To sum it up, the drunkard got drunk and was possessed by the spirit of a teddy bear, riding the orc among the adventurers as if it were his wife...

They walked several dozen more steps.

Arriving at the Storm Coast Sanctuary, I was about to admire the beautiful scenery of the harbor city when I suddenly noticed a dark, unsightly manhole cover in front of the sanctuary trembling as if boiling water were being poured. The next second, the manhole cover flew off like a beer bottle cap.

An adventurer, covered in indescribable filth, rode a giant rat comparable to those in Black Soul and Magic Ring, bursting out of the sewers and galloping toward the inner harbor.

His teammates also crawled out of the sewer and chased after the giant rat.

The sight of several people running while dragging yellow and white objects would probably make even legendary experts scratch their heads.

But the pedestrians at Baldur's Gate only glanced at it before going about their own business.

This is the proper demeanor of an old Bode resident.

Looking at the familiar yet chaotic scene, Su En felt that something was missing.

Looking around, I saw a rather comforting scene—a young thief was arrogantly threatening the vendor to hand over protection money.

Seeing that it was almost time, Master Flame Fist walked behind the little thief and gently patted him on the shoulder.

The young thief had barely turned around when he was slapped across the face. He watched helplessly as several Flame Fist Masters stole the fruits of their labor for the day and walked off into the street, laughing and joking.

Low moral character, monster sightings, entrapment tactics.

This is the Baldur's Gate that Suen remembers as a place of simple and honest people!

"Waaah, this is so unfair!" The slap caused the young thief immense psychological trauma, and he and the vendor hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Suen walked beside them and asked with pity, "New here, aren't you?"

The thief nodded subconsciously.

"In Baldur's Gate, being a thief requires connections and influence. Who's your boss?!"

Mentioning this, the thief straightened his back, "My older brother is the thief mentor of the Shadow Thieves Guild. The Shadow Thieves are a super powerful force in Amn."

The thief's pupils contorted in shock as expected, but the scene of him bowing down in worship did not unfold.

On the contrary,

The Bode native, who spoke with an inner-bay accent, gave him a look of disdain.

Suen shook her head: "Never heard of it."

Out-of-town forces won't work; local Baldur's Gate thieves guilds are a good fit.

The young thief went astray at a young age, and this is how his life will be.

Suen continued walking along the road, passing through the bustling Ridge Park, where she picked some flowers, crushed them, and applied them to her hair and clothes as a natural perfume.

Feeling himself gradually becoming a respectable person, Su En walked confidently into the snow-white building with his hands behind his back. The ancient door slammed shut behind him, and the words on the door frame gleamed in the morning light: Port Authority Municipal Hall.

-

"Name?"

"Sun Sidler".

"Oh, found it, your file is here!"

The port authority civil servant flipped through the household registers, and from the towering bookshelf behind him, a roll of parchment emerged and, as if alive, swiftly climbed down the bookshelf.

The civil official took out a quill pen, wrote down Su En's name, and then examined the contents of the parchment.

"What are you here for?"

"Well, sir, I've lost my pass and need to apply for a new one. I'm an apprentice at the Odelle Perfume Shop, and Mrs. Odelle can vouch for me."

"Audrey Perfume Shop, located in the Manoburn neighborhood. Oh, I suppose you haven't lost your pass, sir?"

Suen tensed up. His pass wasn't lost, but it wasn't on him either; it was kept at the Audel Perfume Shop.

I'm just not sure if going to jail will affect my documents.

Suen pulled out a few gleaming gold coins from his pocket and tentatively asked, "Is there a problem, sir?"

The civil servant raised an eyebrow. "Don't be like that, sir. I don't want to lose this job. Generally speaking, your qualifications aren't really a problem."

"People with criminal records are theoretically not allowed to set foot in the Upper City, you know that, and we have to ensure Zonggui's safety in the Upper District. But—"

The civil servant gave a meaningful smile: "But a lady vouched for you, so congratulations, sir. Please wait a moment; there's tea and refreshments over there."

Su En sat in the rest area, his mind still reeling. Had someone vouched for him?

Hmm, does he really have that many connections?

No, upon closer reflection, it seems there is indeed someone who could vouch for him.

A blurry figure appeared in his mind.

"Alright, here's your work pass—"

A piece of parchment, still hot from being stamped, was handed to Suen.

Shangcheng District Pass.

With this pass, he could enter and exit the Upper Town.

However, this pass is time-limited, and every evening, patrolling guards would clear away those without a pass and a nobleman's guarantee.

"Did the person who vouched for me leave any message?" Su En couldn't help but ask.

The civil official gave Su En a meaningful look.

"She did leave some words, seemingly for you—she said: 'Do you love your life? It's a pity it was so fleeting!'"

Upon hearing this, the blurry figure in Su En's memory gradually became clearer.

The original owner had complicated feelings for the proprietress, Audrey. On one hand, the proprietress was indeed quite beautiful, but on the other hand, she was too old.

The original owner is still around, wavering between finding someone younger or someone of a higher level.

High-level players can carry others, but they'll likely quit the game soon.

It's quite troublesome to teach young people from scratch.

Knowing these memories, Su En could only sigh that the original owner's moral standards were still too high. Even in the feudal era, she still didn't dare to be a little bolder.

The civil official watched Su En's retreating figure and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Another kid who's been captivated, what a pity."

Beside the civil official, a slightly younger scribe fiddled with the quill pen in his ink sac, sighing and watching Su En leave with envy.

"What's so unfortunate about that? Mrs. Odelle is a beauty, and besides, her husband recently died. A wealthy widow, Ogmar, why can't this kind of good thing happen to me? I can be a gigolo too, I'm not bad at all."

The civil official shook his head. So, young people are still too young.

The scene of his first meeting with that lady involuntarily flashed through his mind.

Forty years ago, that lady was much uglier than she is now. She had lost all her hair, her skin was dry and pale, and her body was covered with lump-like growths. At first glance, one might mistake her for an evil witch who had crawled out of a ghost story.

Forty years later, that woman was as beautiful as a young woman in her late teens, but the price she paid was the death of several husbands.

Of course, he wouldn't tell anyone these things.

Poor boy, may Ogmar bless you.