I'm really not a dragon.

After a brief period of dizziness,

The surrounding environment underwent a dramatic transformation. The turquoise crystal floor covered the wooden floor, and the flames turned into purplish-red mist, freezing and solidifying inch by inch into walls and sculptures.

Suen swayed in shock and suddenly found himself in a magnificent hall, with a blood-red bas-relief carved from infernal crystals above his head and a crystal floor beneath his feet that froze the souls of mortals.

Blood, sulfur, and the wails of the dead flooded the three people's senses all at once.

The devil's servant stood by the door, smiling as he watched them, as if admiring a helpless piece of merchandise.

"Welcome!" The devil, with his distinctive hoarse voice, said in a high-pitched, melodious tone, "Welcome to the Mansion of Hope. The great Raphael has been waiting for you."

Suen forced a businesslike smile. "Excellent! Take me to meet your master!"

"Of course, please follow me!"

It must be said that Raphael had excellent taste. His mansion was filled with many collectibles from around the world. Although Suen didn't quite understand the artistic value of them, his system understood it very well.

[Legendary artifact detected: Frost Giant's Power Gauntlets]

[Rare and exotic item detected: High-level life amulet]

[Rare and exotic item detected: Dark Prison Gloves]

……

The dazzling array of collectibles overwhelmed Suen, and a voice inside him screamed: Kill Raphael and take this place for yourself.

[Notification: The Metal Dragon's daily quests have been updated.]

[The Brass Dragon's Daily Life: Stealing Books Isn't Stealing]

The dragon scales on your brow stand on end... You open your eyes and argue, "How can the brass dragon be considered stealing?"

[Poor young brass dragon, steal a wondrous object, by any means necessary, and claim it for yourself!]

"?" Su En

The devil's servant led the way, smiling as he spoke:

"Devils are the most generous and compassionate race in the world. We never refuse any mortal's request for help. Compared to the demanding Celestials of the Upper Realm, the devils make very few demands on mortals. We don't care how you achieve your goals, but there is only one requirement: fulfill the contract on time."

The devil suddenly paused, bowing deeply in one direction. "Lord Halep!"

He was an extremely masculine devil, with deep red skin, deep eyes, and a full buttock and chin. Of course, apart from his underwear, which revealed everything, it actually had a rather philosophical feel to it.

Su En and the other two gasped and silently looked away.

He's a devil, indiscriminate in his pursuits, and truly knows how to play dirty tricks.

"Oh, yet another poor soul seeking hope," Halep drawled, looking the three men over with interest. "If you're interested, I can give you the most wonderful night."

After saying that, the demon leisurely returned to its room, and before leaving, it didn't forget to tease the door frame with its long, thin, heart-shaped tail.

"A lowly nightmare from the bottomless abyss, merely fortunate enough to be favored by the great Raphael!"

The devil's servant's expression darkened for a moment, then he smiled at the three of them. "Let's go! Don't keep our master waiting too long!"

Suen thoughtfully examined the demon servant, then turned his attention to the mansion, intending to steal a rare item. If he were the owner of the mansion and happened to possess magic, he might curse every valuable item.

Hmm, how can we get back the wealth that belongs to him?

As Suen pondered deeply, he followed the devil's servant through the corridor of wailing souls.

At the end of the corridor, the gate was wide open.

The great demon Raphael stood by the French windows, admiring the scene outside.

Fire and ashes flew everywhere, and thousands of demons and devils on the ground clashed together, erupting in a brutal battle like a volcanic eruption.

Raphael turned around and looked down at the group with a human-like posture.

"Welcome! Is there anything you'd like?"

If you look closely, Raphael and Halep look almost identical, except that the latter retains most of the devil's features. The former, on the other hand, looks like a refined and easy-going ordinary human being.

The dwarf spoke first: "Hey, devil, don't you like souls? How about my soul? Young and healthy, you definitely won't lose out in this trade!"

"I see that your mansion has the Heart of the Mountain, so I'll sell my soul to you cheaply. After I die, I'll give you my soul, and all I want is the Heart of the Mountain."

The dwarf's triangular eyes darted around as he eyed the enormous diamond in the display case, plotting his next move.

Heart of the Mountain, a rare magical gem. Each Heart of the Mountain is a treasure of the earth, its magic so powerful that if buried underground, it will give birth to a valuable gem vein after several years.

It can be said that there are very few Mountain Hearts in the entire continent of Faerûn.

Several veins bulged on the forehead of the devil Raphael.

On the other side, the northern barbarian said excitedly, "I have no other conditions, I want to become a great bard! As for the price, what do you think of my soul?"

Are these two idiots? They sold themselves out so quickly?

But why didn't the great devil Raphael agree? And why are the veins on his neck and forehead getting more and more prominent?

"Oh!" Raphael took a deep breath and drawled, "Do you know what's the worst thing that can happen in business?"

Su En and the other two shook their heads. They had never done business before, so how would they know?

"The goods have arrived, but payment has not been made."

The demon looked at the dwarf with a sinister gaze, raised a finger, and pointed at him. "You, the author of the Book of Hatred, Brian Goldbeard, your soul was sold to the Book of Hatred of the Great Rift long ago. Your race probably has no other merits besides holding grudges and being resilient. I want to take your soul. Judging by your level of grudge-holding, what awaits me is thousands, even tens of thousands of years of endless harassment from the dwarven gods."

"You, you damned maggot! I will write you into the book of hatred!"

Suen and the northern barbarians reacted quickly, grabbing the dwarf who was about to pounce on them.

Damn it, this is the Mansion of Hope, the home of the great devil.

If they anger Raphael, none of them will be leaving.

The northern barbarian, while pinning down the dwarf, gazed expectantly at the devil. "Your Excellency, what about me? Can I become a great bard?"

Raphael glanced at the northern barbarians, loosened his collar, and sighed, "Oh, sorry, I was just making fun of the dwarves and forgot about you."

"As for you, Conan the Barbarian, you are a child born on the battlefield, your destiny flowing with the roar of the god of war. Do you expect me to politely discuss the fate of your soul with a madman standing with two bulls at my feet!"

The barbarian's face stiffened, and he stammered, "Tempas isn't crazy?"

"Okay, He's not crazy, he just resorts to violence at the slightest provocation. That's how war gods are; they'll settle things with their hands rather than words. So understand? By trading with you, I'll only get two bad assets."

Raphael sat on the sofa, shifting to a more comfortable angle, and looked at the last person.

Even devils are picky eaters. If they know they'll likely never get the soul, they'll simply refuse the deal.

"And what about me? You devil, what can my soul buy in return?"

The devil rejected the dwarf and the barbarian, but not him; perhaps his soul was quite valuable...

The devil Raphael raised his gaze, then quickly lowered it again. He said slowly, "Your soul is mediocre, untempered, and weak-willed, no different from the souls of the masses, even bearing some strange wounds. If you wish to make a deal, that's fine, but please forgive me for not having the time to personally craft a contract just for you. You should know that exclusive contracts are prepared for heroes."

Su En inhaled and exhaled, but still couldn't help clenching her fists. She had never seen such a mean person in her life.

After thinking it over, I decided to hold back!

"Fine! I don't know what my soul can buy! I'm framed by the Duke and wanted throughout the city. These things shouldn't be happening to me. I want to bring down Thorlin Silver Shield!"

The great demon Raphael looked at Suen with great interest.

"Lord of the Nine Hells, to deal with someone who murdered a divine heir? Forgive my bluntness, but it's utterly foolish. Besides, your few remaining opportunities vanished not long ago?"

"What do you mean?" Su En asked, confused.

"The bloodline of murderous progenitors drives them to kill each other. Just recently, the last surviving progenitor of murder, Vikorn, fell into the Duke's hands. If you had found me a few days earlier, perhaps I could have taught you how to use Vikorn to kill the Duke!"

Is that so?

Suen's expression was grave. "Is there really no other way?"

"If you're willing to sign a ten-day contract, I can show you a method."

Suen nodded gravely.

A moment later, a parchment contract appeared in Suen's hands.

The contract clearly states that he has only ten days to possess his own soul. After ten days, his soul will forever belong to the House of Hope.

After confirming that there were no other hidden traps, Suen wrote down his name without hesitation.

The devil scrutinized the contract, a playful smile spreading across his face. "Sun Sidler, that's your real name, ah, I love guys like you who don't care about anything."

Suen remained silent, only recalling the prayer of the platinum dragon god Bahamut in his mind.

May the Lord of the North Wind protect him.

The devil took a bottle of pink potion from his dimensional bag. "This is a love potion, the most supreme kind in the entire universe!"

The devil Raphael continued, "You should know Salovey, right?"

Suen nodded.

"There's a story I think you need to know: the last surviving progenitor of murder, Salofok, and his daughter, a half-shapeshifter. Well, you should understand, these progenitors aren't very bright; they've been brainwashed by the bloodline theory."

"In short, his daughter bore him a child, and this child has extraordinary potential. If the God of Murder were to be resurrected, she would be the next heir to the God of Slaughter."

Suen examined the love potion in her hand, her expression growing increasingly grim. "You don't mean...?"

The devil spoke in a seductive tone, "Make that girl drink this potion, make that incestuous, mentally unstable woman fall in love with you, and then, as the final step, make her kill Thorin Silver Shield for you."

Holy crap! This method is absolutely despicable!

Suen tentatively asked, "Is there a more respectable way, like instantly granting me legendary power so I can blast that old scoundrel Thorlin to smithereens?"

Raphael casually opened a bottle of red wine, savored it, and after a long while, said coldly, "Sorry, your soul is worthless."

Damn devil!

You'll regret it in ten days.

Suen held the potion and shook his head slightly. "But in the end, nothing changed, except for the death of Thorin Silver Shield!"

"Once the Duke is dead, the truth will be revealed sooner or later. Besides, you have no other choice!"

That's true!

Suen stood up, placing her left hand on her right shoulder. "Thank you for your help. The devil is indeed generous!"

"Haha! Let's talk about that in ten days!" Raphael laughed, a wicked smile curving his lips.

"We're taking our leave!"

Selling to a soul is selling, selling to the Dragon God is selling! Suen made up his mind that from now on, he would be the most "devout" believer of the Lord of the North Wind.

Well, before I leave,

Suen decided to take some souvenirs anyway. He stood furtively near the collection, his gaze darting between the passing devil guards and little devils.

Upon seeing this, the dwarf's eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice, saying, "Hey, Sword Coast man, you're not planning to steal something, are you?"

"Shh!" Suen looked around warily, and the dwarf barbarians understood. The group sneaked away to a deserted place.

Just as the group was about to make their move, they suddenly heard some strange noises.

Fearing that someone might be there, Su En tiptoed toward the source of the sound.

Through the crack in the door, he saw a palace of pleasure.

The demon servant, wielding a barbed whip, was now wildly lashing the air.

"What should you call me?"

Halep, who bore an exact resemblance to Raphael, knelt respectfully on the ground, gazing at the devil's servant with adoration. "Of course, it's your great master!"

"Hahaha!" The devil's servant laughed gleefully, his whip lashing out like lightning as it struck Halep's back. "Tell me, are you happy, Raphael! Are you happy!"

The devil's servant is such a fantasist.

"Ah! Great master!" Halep murmured joyfully through his pain. "Give me a little more, give Halep a little more."

"Wrong, you are Raphael now!"

They had long heard that demons had a tradition of the underdog overthrowing their superiors, but Su En and his companions had never seen anything like it before.

Upon first meeting, the group felt their worldviews were shattered.

Suen pushed open the door, staring expressionlessly at the two panicked people. "I will report this to Raphael."

The demon servant's expression changed drastically, and a ball of crimson fire lit up in his hand.

Su En simply casually revealed her identity.

"I've signed a ten-day contract, and my companions have signed one too. If we die, Raphael will sense it, and guess what he'll do to you! No, to all of you?"

The demon servant and Halep exchanged a glance, halting their spellcasting. Both the demon and the nightmare struggled to suppress their rage, demanding, "What do you want?!"

Hmm, that's a good question!

"That depends on your sincerity," Su En said with a slight smile.

The devil servant and Halep, exasperated, pulled out their dimensional bags and tossed them to the three, saying, "Don't tell Raphael, he'll kill us!"

Suen took out a decent-quality mage staff from his dimensional bag.

[Obtained: Staff of Spell Power]

[Magical Artifact, Rare, Requires Synthesis]

[The Brass Dragon's Daily Life: Stealing Books Isn't Stealing, Done]

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