I'm really not a dragon.

There are four dukes in Baldur's Gate.

The highest-ranking family is probably Thorlin Silver Shield, whose family has held the ducal position for almost two hundred years.

But the one with the highest status and the most prestige is now the Grand Duke of Flame Fist.

This remarkable elder was born in Candleburg and lived through the most turbulent times in this land.

His fate was also quite bizarre; he killed more than one of his blood brothers, who were not his biological brothers, because they were trapped in his father's conspiracy.

His adventures are told throughout the Sword Coast region: a son of God who defied fate but refused its fruits.

When Baldur's Gate learned that this remarkable hero had been appointed Duke, the people of Baldur's Gate gave him the warmest welcome, despite his advanced age.

Oh, by the way, he used the alias Chanem.

Well, upon hearing this reassuring name, the people of Baldur's Gate felt that even if the Zantarim and the Dragon Cult joined forces and launched a massive attack, they might not necessarily lose.

at this time,

A number of people were standing in front of the duke's mansion.

The gatekeeper was named Erd Rivendard.

A captain of the Flame Fist, and also the right-hand man of the Flame Fist Grand Duke.

He was in the prime of his life, his lips pursed, listening to the report from the city watchman, his face grim.

"Madam, I'm afraid this is against the rules."

"I would like to see that Grand Duke."

"My lord is currently at the Tower of Drag, and besides, as you know, we are doing our best to seek justice for you."

Erd Ravengard said meekly.

Sun's mentor, Audrey Hepburn, was murdered; the murderer made meticulous preparations.

Not only were there no witnesses, but the deceased's internal organs were deliberately shredded and the body was damaged, making it impossible for the deceased to communicate with the deceased.

They even prepared scapegoats.

Everyone knows who did it, but no one has any evidence.

Moreover, the Upper District and the Lower District are already fraught with conflict. The Upper District controls too much, while the Lower District has too many capable people eager to rise to the top.

Ambition is like fire; it either burns or it goes out. Someone always has to give in.

Suen, who possessed "magical wisdom," couldn't help but recall the two friends she had met in prison.

What would barbarians and dwarves do?

"One person dies today, one person dies tomorrow, when the hell are we going to stop? Do you really think there's no one left in the upper city?"

"The chief captain of the Wonderful Shipping Company! Let me be frank, anyone with a brain knows it was this bitch who did it."

Upon hearing this, silence fell over the area in front of the Duke's mansion.

Erd Rivendard forced a smile. "That was quite an interesting conversation. His Excellency the Duke might appreciate your thinking, but unfortunately he's not here. So, everyone, please leave!"

Odelle looked at Suen with a strange gaze: "Little Suen, you've gone astray outside!"

"Ahem! So when will His Highness the Duke return?"

"Something's happened in the city near Baldur's Gate. The City of Radiance is our ally, so..." Erd Rivendare said the truth.

That city, shrouded in the sun all day, has indeed been plagued by evil spirits lately, as if it were some kind of omen.

"However, I heard the problem has been resolved, and the Grand Duke is on his way back!"

Is the Duke really not here?

Suen raised her head.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful girl, as exquisite as porcelain, standing on the second-floor balcony, observing the group. She possessed half-elf features, with pointed ears, but full, rosy cheeks. A pair of smooth wings clung to her back, like those of a dragonfly or cicada, appearing translucent.

Half-winged elves, a race that is quite rare even in the Sword Coast region.

She stared downstairs with her lifeless eyes, which seemed to reflect the wishes of everyone, like a mirror.

A chill ran down Su En's spine.

Some unwanted memories sprouted like seeds—he must have seen those eyes before, in a garden, in a flowerbed where black roses grew, in a marble courtyard filled with withered leaves.

Then he asked the girl a question. Her eyes, like a mirror, reflected the answer.

Suen couldn't help but mutter, "This guy is really weird!"

"You're looking at the duke's daughter again!" a low voice came from behind. "Is she really that beautiful? Or are you just attracted to high status, finding it more alluring to conquer?"

What kind of inappropriate language is this?

Suen shook his head vigorously. "No, I was thinking, if Duke Flamefist isn't here, could we ask Duke Thorlin for help?"

"Torlin Silvershield?" Odelle mused. "I heard that Grand Duke Torlin Silvershield is hosting a family banquet, and many Silvershields have been invited, both from outlying branches and local Baldur's Gate branches. I hope we haven't spoiled the Grand Duke's enjoyment."

Shortly after,

Suen and Odelle arrived at Silver Shield Manor. After Suen reported their purpose to the two guards, a familiar face came out of the Duke's manor a while later.

Erwin Silver Shield changed into androgynous clothing and leaned on a brass cane.

"Sir, we meet again!"

"Why is it you?"

"Well, they're members of the Silver Shield family, after all. Is it a problem for them to shake their heads when greeting guests?"

Before Erwin Silver Shield could finish speaking, she seemed to realize her choice of words and coughed twice: "Well, Duke Torlin is hosting a family dinner, and he would like to discuss this another day if there is anything else."

Audrey frowned almost imperceptibly. "You two know each other?"

Su En nodded. It was more than just knowing each other!

He gave Odelle a "leave it to me" look, then leaned close to Erwin Silver Shield's ear and whispered.

"Are you Moria Silver Shield or Simon Silver Shield?"

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Erwin Silver Shield raised his paw like a cat, subtly pushing Suen's handsome face away. "You're too close to a lady!"

?

"I knew it! I wasn't wrong!" Suen felt a chill run down her spine. "Simon made a deal with the devil, but you stole everything from him!"

"Heh! I don't know what you're talking about."

"You..." Suen glanced around, then lowered her voice and said, "I don't care what happened between you and Simon, I'm also looking for the murderer!"

Upon hearing this, Erwin Silver Shield's eyes underwent a subtle change.

"You want to know too!"

"Um!"

He, the barbarian, and the dwarf—all three were innocent.

As long as we can catch that murderer,

Not only can they clear their names, but they can also get a large sum of money!

Even if we can't catch the murderer, it's enough to clear our names!

Erwin Silver Shield lowered his voice, "I have a suspect! He was at the banquet!"

Gum!

Swallowing hard, Su En's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. "Who is it?!"

"He looks a bit too strong; I might not be able to handle him by myself!"

Su En nodded, indicating that he could be trusted with this matter.

"You've come to the right person. I can save your life once, and I can save your second!"

Erwin Silver Shield looked at Suen with a complicated expression. "I can let you in as a friend or family member, but does she want to come in too?"

Suen thought for a moment,

The serial killer only targets women. He and Erwin Silver Shield appear to be male, giving them a gender advantage.

Su En was a little worried about bringing the proprietress along.

Su En spent some time persuading the proprietress to go back.

He then followed Erwin Silver Shield into the manor.

Silver-haired, blue-eyed nobles strolled through the manor, including outsiders like Suen whose hair color and appearance were strikingly different.

I don't know if it's just Suen's imagination,

During the banquet, he smelled a strong stench of blood, like fresh, hot blood flowing from a cut blood vessel.

Erwin Silver Shield patted Suen on the shoulder.

"Look, he's the one I'm talking about!"

Suen looked in the direction the finger was pointing.

In the blazing campfire, Suen saw a pale-skinned man, his upper body bare, his exposed skin bearing hundreds of scars, old and new wounds overlapping each other, some of which could even be fatal. These scars combined to create a man with an indescribable charm.

He sat listlessly in the middle of the banquet, feeling out of place with those around him.

[The Murder of the Divine Heir, Shaflock]

Challenge Level: ???

This is an enemy that cannot be defeated even with all our strength.

[My host, why did you wander here? Run! What are you waiting for? Run!]

Su En sneered.

This so-called system is trying to fool me. I've been fooled so many times, and each time it's different.

His extraordinary wisdom has long been honed to an unparalleled level.

So-called murder of a divine heir? Haha, that's all it is!

He's even defeated the thieves of Purgatory, let alone the mere murder of a god's offspring.

What's more, he has a total of 6 points of high moral praise, so even if he can't win, he can secretly add another point!

"Lord Shaflock, what's wrong?"

At the center of the campfire, Thorlin Silver Shield looked at the people around him.

"Are there little bugs watching me?"

"Will it have any impact?"

"You want to pray for the power of my Lord? The King of Murder will not lend his power to the cowardly."

Thorin Silver Shield grew increasingly uneasy, and asked in a low voice, "Can a god of the dead truly answer me?"

"You already know the answer in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me! Since that's the case, then go and do it!"

Thorin Silver Shield raised the cup of blood wine and drank it all in one gulp.

The bandits of Lucans brewed wine with blood, believing that blood was the source of life and that wine made from blood was the wine of life.

A cup of blood wine was poured down his throat.

Thorin Silver Shield found the stench unbearable, just as the nature of killing was; regardless of the purpose, the outcome was always ugly.

He walked to the center of the banquet, and everyone raised their glasses to him.

As he gazed at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, his anxious expression gradually subsided.

If you want to change something, you have to give something in return.

"My fellow Silver Shields!" he said gently.

"Thank you for coming here, thank you for coming to this bustling, absurd, vain city—"

Amid applause

Suen quietly opened the panel.

"System, connect to the North Wind Treasury."

Six Tokens of High Morality can be used to purchase rare magical artifacts, such as rare dragon armor perfectly suited for dragons, dragon tail blades, and adamantite claws.

These equipment pieces can grow naturally according to the dragon's size, greatly enhancing the dragon's combat power; of course, they are not cheap.

What's more frustrating is that artifacts need to be synchronized, which means using a ritual to awaken the artifact's magical power.

A person can use the power of three artifacts at most three times, and can use the power of three artifacts at the same time.

Therefore, for dragons, exchanging for rare items is something that only adult dragons need to consider.

A young dragon only needs to focus on improving itself.

The applause around them suddenly stopped eerily.

Suen looked around.

The only sound in the entire manor was Thorin Silver Shield.

"I've always felt that this era needs to change. The Flame Fist uses excessive force in law enforcement, and the Thieves' Guild is rampant. Oh, and adventurers—they can turn into thieves, robbers, criminals at any time..."

"I met a fishmonger in the lower city a few days ago. I asked him how many fish he could catch in a day. He stared at me blankly and told me that the Thieves Guild would take a third of the protection fee, the Flame Fist would take a third of the tax, and half of the remaining third would be given to the boat-renting merchants."

"He has no boat of his own, no home of his own. He lives under a bridge. The thirteen fish in his fish basket are his catch for the day. He has two children to raise."

"Sometimes I wonder, why did Baldur's Gate end up like this?"

"Locals look down on outsiders, and outsiders look down on outsiders. Kindness is a luxury in this city."

After Thorin Silver Shield finished speaking, he raised his glass and silently took a sip of wine.

The silver-shield guards of the manor looked at each other, unable to understand why they had been enjoying a life of luxury in this city for so long.

They could not comprehend Thorlin's suffering.

Naturally, they didn't understand why this banquet was being held.

Erwin Silver Shield listened intently, then couldn't help but say to the person next to him, "That's brilliant! That's exactly what a Silver Shield should do."

Suen, on the contrary, found it somewhat strange.

Perhaps Thorin Silver Shield is a good man, but why would he tell this story at a family banquet? What is he trying to achieve?

A faint sense of crisis rose in his heart.

"Moria! Something seems off!"

The manor guards had all disappeared without a trace.

"I've been thinking about how to save Baldur's Gate!"

"With this wish in mind, I saw a pair of eyes as clear as a mirror; I saw my wish, and I also saw the way to achieve it!"

Thorlin raised his glass of wine, poured it on the ground, and said coldly:

"Murder at Baldur's Gate!"

The first silver-shield man collapsed, clutching his throat. Putrid blood and fragments of internal organs gushed from his festering throat.

Then came the second silver shield, then the third. Everyone rushed frantically towards the manor's exit, but the gates were already locked.

Some people belatedly pulled out the secret scroll, but before they could open it, the deadly poison had already destroyed them.

"You poisoned the wine, Torlin, are you insane?" someone asked resentfully.

Thorlin looked at Shaflock,

The latter held a dagger and cut open his own chest.

Amidst an atmosphere of blood and murder, golden blood flowed from Shaflock's wounds.

The blood of slaughter was poured into a cup and handed to Thorin Silver Shield.

"Every descendant of Baal (the descendant of the god of murder) is his chosen one!"

"Take this, the last bit of His blood in my veins. From this day forward, you will be one of His only remaining descendants."

Thorin drank the blood from the cup with utmost reverence.

[Murder of the Divine Heir, Thorin Silver Shield]