I'm really not a dragon.

[Dragon God's Appointment of Ministers]

A silver-white dragon claw rune appeared on Suen's forehead, and a halo emanated from his body. The faint sounds of a harp and a canary could be heard from the dark basement.

The benevolent light from the higher plane briefly lingered here, its radiance so bright it nearly made Da Ya's eyes pop out.

The power of the higher planes is to creatures inherently evil what garlic is to vampires—the slightest touch is nauseating and unpleasant.

Sun sincerely praised Bahamut.

From now on, I don't understand any devil's contract. If you want his soul, go to heaven and negotiate with the Lord of the North Wind!

The benefits this dragon claw rune brought him went far beyond that.

He looked at Da Ya, and for some reason, a sense of disgust welled up inside him, as if he had smelled a foul odor in the air.

"You lied to me just now?" Su En asked thoughtfully.

Big Tooth wagged its tail guiltily.

"Alright, don't do that next time." Su En sighed and rubbed Da Ya's head, and the latter rubbed against him like a kitten.

"Big Tooth, have you found the people on the list provided by Aurelia?"

Big Tooth nodded.

Although a single mouse is insignificant, a swarm of mice constitutes a remarkable intelligence network throughout Baldur's Gate.

The mice first listed and observed the people on the list, then eliminated the ordinary people on the list.

Select targets that match the characteristics of the Baal Assassin class.

First, they are professionals; second, they have evil tendencies.

As a result, the list of dozens of people was reduced to just a few.

Several people were monitored separately.

The rats discovered that these individuals did not demonstrate any faith in the evil god Baal in their daily lives.

Sun said he understood, after all, Baal, the god of murder, was a dead god, and due to historical reasons, his followers were universally hated in Baldur's Gate, so they naturally needed to conceal their faith, or even pretend to have it.

"Then, let's talk about what you observed first?" Suen said.

Big Tooth nodded, stood upright, and made intermittent squeaks. A group of silver-white mice emerged from the mouse hole in the basement. Their fur was shiny, small, docile, and fluffy, looking just like domesticated mice.

This is a special group of rats called moonlight rats, whose intelligence increases significantly when exposed to moonlight.

They are hailed as a group of rats blessed by the moon goddess Seneren.

However, these rats originated in the arid desert region of Kalinsan. With the arrival of caravans and sailors, their high intelligence gradually squeezed out the local rat population, making them one of the species invasions from Baldur's Gate.

Moon mice gathered together, and as they shook their fur, streaks of colorful light danced in the air, converging to form an abstract painting of humankind.

Big Tooth, holding a large scallion, pointed at the painting and said, "The first one is an elf, a bard, Osim Starshine. He is being watched by the Moonlight Rats, and this is their leader, Crescent Moon."

A rat with a crescent moon mark on its back emerged from the swarm, straightened up, and saluted Suen.

"Hello, Crescent Moon." Su En smiled.

Crescent Moon tried its best to appear calm, but its frantically wagging tail betrayed its true feelings.

"This person currently resides in Elvensong. He came to Baldur's Gate primarily for the Festival of Sails in August, to sing in order to quell the Sea Queen's rage."

"According to the observations of the rats, Osim Star likes to talk to himself when he is alone, which seems to be a conversation with some mysterious entity."

"So what does he usually talk about?" Suen asked.

Big Tooth waved his hand, and several mice from the Moonlight Rat swarm stepped forward. With the help of Big Tooth's mental power, their eyes immediately emitted a white light.

A terrified man's voice rang in Su En's ears: "Please, Master, give me a little more time! I swear, I'll find it soon!"

"No time left? What do you mean the second cataclysmic event is about to begin? I've been searching for almost ten years."

"Alright, Master, I've discovered that the councilor from Flam's Wonderful Shipping Company is a suspect! His rise to power is too short and too unusual; he may have already seen that being and obtained what he wanted."

"That guy named Suen is also a suspect, but he's about to die."

After listening to the voice message, Su En fell into thought.

The elven bard mentioned the councilor of the shipping company, the ruthless man who, after losing his daughter, turned around and wiped out the perfumer of Baldur's Gate.

He is a renowned legend at Baldur's Gate.

Ghost Captain, legendary pirate, explorer beyond the world, discoverer of the New World—these are all titles he has been given.

The bard claims that the captain has a connection with an entity and has obtained what he desired; does this refer to his current status?

What does that have to do with Su En?

"Squeak!" Moon Mouse Crescent hopped and skipped.

Big Tooth understood immediately. "My Dragon Lord, would you like to hear our advice?"

"Tell me about it!" Suen snapped out of her daze.

Big Tooth straightened his chest and pointed to the portrait in mid-air, saying, "He doesn't seem like Baal's assassin; he seems more like a Spellcaster."

Besides the gods, there are also powerful otherworldly entities that can grant humans power. These beings are known as otherworldly overlords.

Those who deal with the otherworldly lord are called magic masters or spellcasters.

In reality, they are more like high-class private servants, specializing in accomplishing goals that the sect leaders of other worlds cannot achieve, such as stealing divine artifacts and uncovering secrets.

Suen added Osim Star to the shortlist, "So, who's the second person?"

Big Tooth raised a large green onion and slapped the ground, causing the Moonlight Rats to retreat. In their place came a group of smelly rats.

The Rotten Rat, as the Gulf sailors called it, was Bane's Hemorrhoids.

These are a group of ugly rats that feed on carrion.

Their stomachs are extremely valuable; gastric juice extract can be used to create the Poison of the Lurkers.

At the same time, they are also one of the adventurers' nightmares, as they self-destruct after death.

These rats are shy and timid by nature. Once startled, if even one rat is frightened, whether it dies by running into a balloon or is trampled to death by the swarm, the entire swarm will be wiped out in a series of balloon-like explosions. One after another, highly toxic and corrosive gastric juices will burst open, with an effect no less than that of a high-level mage's Death Cloud spell.

"The second one is a level 5 adventurer known as the 'Unlucky One,' whose name is currently unknown. He is a human. The Rotten Rat Swarm is responsible for monitoring him, and this is the swarm's leader, the Rotten-Tail Rat."

A wary gray mouse cautiously watched Suen.

"Hello, Rotten-tailed Rat!" Suen nodded with a smile.

"Squeak!" The rotting rat let out a happy squeal in response.

Big Tooth coughed twice and tapped the ground.

The rotting rats drew an abstract human figure on the ground.

"This guy has been an adventurer for no more than five months, which coincides with the time you went to prison. He is called a jinx because every adventurer who teamed up with him has died."

"But he is indeed very capable, and even when acting alone, his mission completion rate is very high."

"His high-risk bounty missions included killing the goblin leader Gabagu, helping the Radiant City caravan recover goods stolen by the gnolls, and killing the priest of Yenogu during the defense of the Dawnlord's fortress."

Other adventurers both feared and loathed him, hence the name "misfortune".

Well, five months is a bit of a problem.

Yenogu is the King of the Gnolls, a demon lord who is a workaholic, and a priest who can kill a demon. This guy named Doom is quite powerful.

With that kind of skill, going to a small country to become a martial arts instructor for a prince or princess, or becoming a knight of a nobleman, would be more promising than becoming an adventurer.

Of course, if this misfortune favors becoming an adventurer who lives a life of hardship, then pretend Suen said nothing.

"That doesn't necessarily mean he's Baal's assassin!" Suen said, puzzled.

"Yes, as wise as the Dragon Lord!" Big Tooth bowed humbly. "The rats found something strange in his storage box."

"That was a sword that was constantly dripping blood."

"The adventurer, known as the one with bad luck, had to clean his room every day, but the smell of blood grew stronger and stronger. So, he changed his lifestyle. He deliberately left a lot of uneaten food in his room and let it rot. He got drunk every day and then returned to his room to vomit all over the floor to cover up the real smell of his room."

Just by listening, Su En could imagine that the room was a nightmare, and only a swarm of rotting rats could have gone deep inside to investigate.

Looking at it this way, the adventurer named Misfortune is indeed full of suspicious points.

"Then, what about the third one?" Suen asked.

Big Tooth raised the scallion in his hand, and the swarm of rotting rats retreated.

One by one, red-skinned rats pushed pebbles and bricks, doubling the size of the original rat tunnel. Until, a giant rat the size of a dog crawled out of the rat hole and obediently stayed in the basement, looking at Suen.

Red-skinned rats are a local specialty of Sword Coast. Although they look unremarkable, like ordinary rats, they really can't survive in Baldur's Gate without a special skill.

For a time, Baldur's Gate was rife with alchemy potion fanaticism and magical artifact fanaticism.

Under this unhealthy trend, alchemy workshops of all sizes, whether licensed or not, have sprung up all over Baldur's Gate.

Various alchemical potions and alchemical waste clogged the sewers of Baldur's Gate.

Red-skinned rats appeared during this period. Their characteristic is that they are extremely prone to mutation and can easily become berserk rats, transforming from small creatures into medium-sized creatures.

Suen remembered that Baldur's Gate had always been rumored to have seen bipedal, red-skinned humanoid rats in the sewers.

Don't know if it's true or not.

"The third is the newly promoted Assassin Master of the Nine-Fingered Thieves Guild, nicknamed Poison. He is a halfling. He is being monitored by the Red-skinned Rat Swarm, and this is their leader, Burning Fang."

This name immediately sets it apart from the other mice.

"Hello! Burning Fang!" Sun patted the berserk rat's head.

Tiny sparks flew from the red-skinned mouse's pores as it offered a vial of medicine in a fawning manner.

"This is an animal communication potion," Big Tooth explained.

Su En drank the potion, and a surge of life force flowed from his stomach and intestines to his limbs and bones.

The squeaking sounds around my ears gradually turned into conversations that were sometimes sharp and sometimes deep.

Burning Fang said, "The promotion of Assassin Masters in the Nine Fingers Thieves Guild is extremely brutal. You must kill an Assassin Master to take his place and become the new Assassin Master."

"Therefore, most of the time, every master assassin will not appear in the guild. Even if they do appear, they will be disguised and in a completely different form."

Suen asked, "So, you mean there's a problem with the halflings' advancement?"

"No problem. He found the former master assassin, killed him, and returned to the Nine Fingers Thieves Guild with his belongings, claiming to be the new master. There was no problem with the whole process."

"The only problem is that he claims the former Assassin Master was replaced by Baal followers, and that he found Baal followers' symbols at the former Assassin Master's hideout."

Suen immediately understood: "You mean, he might be crying wolf to mislead others into believing he's the thief?"

"As expected of the wise Dragon Lord!"

Big Tooth and Red-skinned Mouse praised in unison, exchanging a glance with a hint of sparks flying between them.

"Wise Dragon Lord, I believe you already have the answer in your heart."

"The most suspicious are the adventurer 'Misfortune' and the newly promoted master assassin. But Misfortune is a bigger suspect."

That blood-dripping sword definitely had a problem.

As Suen spoke, he took out the shapeshifter mask.

This is just a flesh-colored mask with no facial features and an ordinary appearance.

The Mask Synchronization Ritual involves touching thirteen different creatures and reciting the Mask's incantation at dusk, which temporarily grants the user the special abilities of a Shapeshifter.

After putting on the mask, you gain a certain period of time to disguise yourself, and your behavior and speaking habits will gradually become similar to the person you are disguising.

However, due to the physical limitations of the shapeshifter itself.

It can only transform into creatures of similar size.

"I'll go visit him."

The day after the ritual was completed, Suen chose to transform into the final wearer of the mask, a pitiful soul whose soul ultimately fell into hell.

Suen slung her staff over her shoulder, donned her cloak, and went outside.

The sun sets below the horizon.

Baldur's Gate remains lively even at night.

On the streets, Flame Fist law enforcement officers carrying torches can be seen patrolling everywhere, stopping almost anyone who seems suspicious.

In this way, they actually caught quite a few agents from various factions with ulterior motives.

Deep within the alleyways, the roars of animals could often be heard. The animals that escaped from the Baldur's Gate Zoo ultimately failed to reach the wilderness—their limbs were tied to wooden sticks, and they were carried by adventurers, one in front and one behind, to the zoo.

Some street vendors are selling an alchemical drug called "Rat Killer."

As for the more upscale shops, they display cat-shaped mechanical artifacts in their showcases, claiming they are professional mousetraps developed from the Brass Palace, which can completely replace house cats.

Whether it's true or false depends on the buyer's intelligence.

In short, the entire Baldur's Gate looked like a grotesque, bustling place where everything was thriving.

"Stop! Hood up!"

Suddenly, a pair of iron gloves grabbed Suen's shoulders, and the enforcer's torch was brought closer.

Suen obediently pulled down his hood, the firelight illuminating his face. His bronze skin was adorned with cobalt blue runes, his eyes were deep-set, and his chin was covered with a ring of smoky blue beard.

The enforcer reluctantly released his grip. "Excuse me, Your Excellency, Mage!"

"Hmm!" Su En walked arrogantly into the depths of darkness.

As the patrol watched Suen leave, one of the men muttered a complaint: "Sigh, when will the higher-ups realize that the criminals might have escaped Sword Bay?"

"Bear with it. I've heard that Grand Duke Thorin is preparing to convene an unprecedented meeting of all officials of Baldur's Gate. Perhaps soon, the world of Baldur's Gate will change."

"How ridiculous! This city was clearly built by a bunch of pirates!"

They walked for an unknown amount of time.

Suen slowed his pace, his gaze sweeping over the sewers, where countless dark eyes gleamed in the gaps of the drainage system.

Big Tooth's voice reached Su En's mind: "Dragon Lord, we have arrived."

He looked up at the tavern's sign.

One Sailboat Tavern —

A tavern built on a ship, located in the inner bay, is pieced together from several broken ships.

The tavern stood on the rocks, swaying with the waves.

The enforcement team had already revoked the operating license of the sailboat tavern, but had yet to begin demolishing the illegal structures.

The tavern owner was quite carefree; he just kept running it.

Suen climbed onto the tavern deck and followed the passersby into the cabin.

He regretted it as soon as he went in.

The smells of alcohol, sweat, feet, and vomit filled his nostrils.

Under the interplay of lights,

Bare-chested sailors, laborers, and adventurers gathered in this filthy, decaying tavern.

The tavern owner was a half-giant with a mouthful of rotten teeth, a dirty short braid, and fish-fin-like ears. He squatted behind the bar like a stone statue.

"If you want a drink, come to Old Sharkfin's. Don't cause trouble!"

Suen subtly avoided the seawater seeping from his feet, pushed through the crowd, and walked toward the half-giant.

A blond, blue-eyed man stood on the table, holding a flaming torch and waving it towards the sky.

boom!

When the fireworks hit the ceiling, they turned into a handful of orange-red fireworks, which crackled and exploded, turning into another distinct charred black spot in the cabin.

He yelled in a hoarse, screeching voice, "Come and see, come and guess, who's today's boxing champion!"

The crowd surged toward the blond, blue-eyed young man, stuffing the coins in his hands into the arms of his accomplice.

"I'm betting on bad luck! You better win, kid!"

"I'm Rick the Corpse Thrower! He crawled out of his grave, beat him to death!"

The group's movements were so vigorous that the ship's cabin rocked violently from side to side.

The seawater beneath our feet also rocked and swayed.

Su En's expression changed slightly, but he saw that everyone else was in an uproar, scrambling to grab the dice from the young man's arms.

The young man rolled his eyes. "Don't steal it, don't steal it!"

doom?

Upon hearing the name, Su En's eyes flickered slightly. He looked towards the crowd; there were too many people, too chaotic, like a black mountain. He couldn't see where the misfortune lay.

"Hey, newbie? Wanna play a round?" the blond youth asked.

Suen's manner of speaking took on the characteristics of the mask's former owner, with each sentence ending in a hissing sound. "Interesting. Who do you think will win? Hiss!"

"I suggest you throw the ghoul Rick. That guy's a dead man who crawled out of his grave; his body is as cold as a corpse, and sometimes his soul can even leave his body!"

Suen tossed a gold coin, "Count me in!"

The young man took the gold coin, bit it, and said, "If you win, you get ten gold coins; if you lose, you get nothing. Who do you choose to win?"

"You said Ghoul Rick, then it's Ghoul Rick!" Suen thought for a moment and said.

"Alright everyone, it's time for the contestants to come up!"

The blond youth, holding up Suen's gold coins, squeezed into the crowd.

The crowd formed a circle, chanting the contestant's name: "Misfortune, misfortune!"

"Bring on the curse, ghouls!"

The blond man took off his shirt, revealing a lean and muscular body covered in scars, and walked into the crowd.