I'm really not a dragon.

Suen picked up the dice she had bought for a gold coin, thought about it, and realized she might have been ripped off.

Amidst the clamor of cheers, the blond youth, Misfortune, walked into the center of the crowd.

The man opposite him grinned and said, "You've got quite a few people supporting you today!"

"Then I should give it my all." The blond man smiled broadly.

Rick the ghoul sneered, took off his outer clothes, revealing a body as pale as a dead man.

His skin was covered with necrotic cysts of all sizes, resembling a honeycomb, with green fluid flowing beneath their translucent membranes.

This was the first time Su En had ever seen this thing on a human.

Generally speaking, these things only appear on zombies or corpse demons.

"The match begins!"

A short dwarf jumped onto the table and shouted in a thin, shrill voice.

The fists of misfortune and the ghoul collided, and the two, like wild beasts, pounded each other with ferocious and savage force, neither dodging nor attempting to parry.

But the people in the tavern loved to watch this—the punches were brutal, and the opponents were bleeding profusely.

Their breathing grew heavier, and their cheers became more frenzied.

As a professional, Suen could observe more, such as the fact that both fighters were actually very restrained.

The blond youth was always hit in the less important areas.

As for the ghoul Rick, perhaps because of his necromancy, he didn't even have a bruise on his body after being punched.

Do not,

From beginning to end, these two were throwing the match.

"Hmm, tell me, how should I test him?"

Big Tooth thought for a moment, staring intently at the ghoul Rick. The skull rat's eyes gradually turned white, and its mental power surged toward the center of the crowd like waves.

Rick the ghoul's expression changed, and his punch, as if propelled by two hands, suddenly accelerated.

A fist flashed through the air before slamming heavily into the blond boy's face.

"oh!"

Some cheered, while others cursed their misfortune in disappointment.

The blond boy wiped the blood from his mouth, spat out a few broken teeth, and stared incredulously at the ghoul Rick.

"Can't even take one punch?" The ghoul Rick's eyes darted around in panic as he desperately winked at the blond kid. "Kid, act like a real man!"

The blond boy looked at him with a mixture of belief and doubt; this was a secret conversation between the two.

He probably didn't do it on purpose, Misfortune thought.

Then, he repositioned himself and threw a light punch at the ghoul Rick. The punch went more smoothly than he had imagined, as if an invisible hand had grabbed his arm and stabbed Rick in the chest.

pat!

The ghoul Rick slowly lowered his head.

The largest necrotic cyst on his chest was shattered, and putrid fluid slowly gushed out.

The excruciating pain brought color back to his face, and his lips trembled, but he was too pained to speak.

After a long while, he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Damn it, I'll fuck you..."

What followed was Rick the ghoul's furious counterattack.

The two men got really into a fight and soon both ended up with bruises.

"That's it, let's get him! Don't let us Sword Bay people down!"

"Well done, Rick! Well done!"

Suen glanced at Daya, who looked at him innocently. Suen rubbed Daya's fluffy head. "That was a bit sneaky. Don't do that next time."

However, when the blond kid got really into trouble, he revealed some of the tricks that Su En was familiar with.

A professional's footwork, movements, and power techniques all carry a strong professional characteristic.

The fighting techniques of the wanderer are more inclined towards individual close combat, while the warrior is more inclined towards the overall battlefield environment.

Suen was very familiar with many of the techniques that misfortune employed.

It is impossible to master without special training or even taking drugs to strengthen the body.

Su En's eyes gradually turned cold.

He covered his mouth and nose, and said coldly, "Let's go, shall we go to his room and take a look?"

The room of misfortune is easy to find; it's the one where you can smell the stench from far away.

Mages all know how to pick locks.

Seeing that no one was around, Suen took out his staff and slammed it into the lock. The lock, which had been corroded by seawater, shattered like a piece of foam board.

He pushed open the door, and a smell of a garbage dump wafted in.

"Dragon Lord, Blood Sword!" Big Tooth squeaked as he pointed to the wooden box by the bed.

"Don't rush! Hiss!"

Suen stood still and observed for a while.

He counted the position of the third wooden plank from the doorway to the ground, then found the right angle, took out his staff, and slammed it into the ground.

Whoosh!

Three poisoned arrows grazed his scalp and landed squarely on the mural on the wall.

Su En remained expressionless and slipped into the room along the corner of the wall.

On the dining table not far away, a candle spontaneously combusted without a flame. Su En's expression shifted slightly, and he raised his hand to extinguish the flame with a stick.

Behind him, a ghost silently extended its frost-covered bone claws toward him, and as the candlelight went out, it reluctantly retreated into the oil painting.

……

Da Ya felt a chill run down his spine. It was the first time he had ever discovered that this seemingly inconspicuous room contained so many traps.

After a long while, Suen rubbed his head wearily. "Let the rats come over! It should be safe here now."

"Squeak!"

Suen crouched down and gently tapped the box at the foot of the bed. Judging from the sound, there should be another trap inside.

He crouched down, pried open the lock on the wooden box, and carefully lifted it. When he felt the resistance increase significantly, he held the box with one hand and a dagger in the other, using his peripheral vision to cut the trap's fuse.

A soft clinking sound came from inside the wooden crate.

Su En opened the box with a sigh of relief.

Inside the box were two bottles of hot glue, their caps wrapped with fuse wire.

The person who opens the box is not careful, and what awaits them is a baptism of fire.

Suen glanced at the miscellaneous items in the box, which contained some jewelry and dragon gold coins.

For most thieves, this would be the end of the story.

Suen raised his staff and smashed it down, successfully breaking the box and revealing the true treasure inside.

It was a black, narrow-faced, serrated dagger, with Baal's skull and blood-red teardrops inlaid on its blade.

[Extremely Rare Artifact Discovered: Blood Skull Ritual Dagger]

"Bang!"

The door behind me was suddenly pushed open.

The heavy footsteps stopped abruptly.

Suen raised his gaze, and a line of red dragon script slowly appeared on his retina.

[Warning: A formidable foe]

[Baal's Dead Head, Challenge Level: 13]

These silent assassins are often the murderers of the leaders of evil cults; they are wicked and cruel. Fortunately, he is alone, and you still have a chance to escape.

"Oh, friend, so you've been here!"

The blond boy, Misfortune, casually surveyed his room, a slight twitch in the corner of his eye.

Sensing that the magical trap had been triggered, he quickly stopped the boxing match.

Although we were delayed for a while by those angry drunkards and adventurers.

But to be able to break through his meticulously laid thirty-seven traps in such a short time...

This person is quite troublesome.

"Hey bro, who sent you? Not going to talk? Fine!"

The blond boy closed the door behind him. "It's hard to be a good person; it's understandable that some people occasionally go astray—hey, are you listening? I guess a powerful mage like you isn't here specifically to cause me trouble!"

Misfortune carefully moved to the wardrobe, pressing its hands between the gaps.

"friend!"

Su En suddenly spoke up, "A short sword of cold iron is hidden in the wardrobe? You think you can kill me with that? Hiss?"

The blond boy innocently raised his hand. "What do you want?"

Su En's mind stirred. He held the Blood Skull Ritual Dagger between his fingers, twirling it, and softly said, "Want to flick a vine?"

"..." The blond boy shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Praise be to the great murderer! His power is boundless... Do you understand what I'm saying?" Hiss

The blond boy's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean, the murderer..."

The next second, his pupils contracted sharply.

The bronze-skinned mage from before vanished from the spot.

Almost instinctively, he drew the spare short sword from the wardrobe and swung it towards the blind spot.

Ding!

The short sword and dagger clashed together.

Misfortune turned its head and met a pair of cruel, insect-like eyes.

The two engaged in close-quarters combat using almost identical movements.

The blades clashed more than ten times.

The difference was that the Blood Skull Ritual Dagger in Suen's hand was stained with blood, which awakened the dagger's original power.

In the wave,

The blade gleamed with a murderous aura, slicing through the air with dark fissures from which jagged, bony claws emerged and pressed against Doom's face.

"Enough! Who are you?!"

The blond boy, clutching his bleeding wound, appeared instantly behind Su En, staring at him with utter terror.

Their moves are almost identical, which is impossible, unless the other party is also...

Su En's mind stirred, and he said in a deep voice:

"That's a question I should be asking you: You don't actually consider yourself an adventurer, do you? Do you still remember why you came here? Hiss!"

The blond boy was silent for a moment, then a sinister smile crept across his face. "Of course I remember, for the sake of resurrecting the great murderer!"

"..."

No? Wasn't the god of murder dead? How could he be resurrected?

Su En's expression changed drastically, and he angrily rebuked her in a tone of disappointment:

"So what did you do? Did you really see yourself as an adventurer? Did you lose yourself in the cheers of drunkards?"

The blond boy was increasingly unable to figure out who the other person was.

Not only did he know the location of every single one of his traps, and his methods were exactly the same as his, but he also spoke with such arrogance.

Could it be an assassin mentor? No, it shouldn't be; mentors don't have that hissing verbal tic.

He tentatively said:

"Of course not. I've been preparing for the resurrection of the great murderer, but I've already completed the task the Tribunal gave me... Or have you come to assign me a new task?"

Suen's expression softened, and he nodded with considerable satisfaction.

"Do you know Grand Duke Thorin Silver Shield?"

"You mean the current master of the Murder Tribunal, Thorlin Silver Shield, the head of Baal's death squad? What are his orders?"

"He was furious and shocked by our incompetence!" Suen lied expressionlessly.

Beads of cold sweat dripped down the blond boy's forehead onto the wooden board. He was so flustered that he didn't notice the dark eyes that flashed past through the cracks in the board.

"But my mission was only to cause three murders in the Inner Bay area!"

"Ask yourself honestly, did you complete this task well? You're satisfied with just three murders? Have you considered how much others have accomplished?"

Suen slowly posed the question.

As long as the leader is diligent in finding fault, the subordinate will always be able to find problems within themselves.

Cold sweat was streaming down his face. He never expected to lose in such a way. His superior told him to kill three people, but he only managed to kill three.

"Yes, I certainly haven't done well enough! I should have added more wailing to the resurrection of the great murderer! Please forgive me, Your Excellency."

Big Tooth was stunned; it had never seen such a method of managing subordinates before.

It silently memorized the details, intending to use them to suppress other rats and squeeze out more value from them.

"It's too late now!"

Suen looked regretful, took his hand, and patted the blond boy's shoulder. When their hands touched, the mask remembered the man's behavior and habits.

"Your mission has changed. Infiltrate Baldur's Gate prison and assassinate a valuable target."

The blond boy's previously dull eyes lit up again, as if he had rediscovered the meaning of life.

"So that's how it is? This time, I won't just kill one!"

Suen's lips twitched. "Very well, the great murderer will be satisfied with your resolve!"

"However, to test you, you will enter the prison in your original form!"

The blond boy's eyes hardened, and he nodded. "All for the great murderer!"

Speaking of which,

Suen coughed and said casually, "My memory was erased because of an assassination mission. I forgot the location of the Murder Tribunal. Do you know where the Murder Tribunal is now?"

The blond boy nodded in agreement and smiled, "Sir, are you testing me? Me too. Our memories were automatically erased after we left the Murder Tribunal, except for Baal's Reapers who still remember the way to the Tribunal. After all, we all have to be careful for the resurrection of the Great Murderer!"

what?

Are all you Baal assassins this dedicated?

"You've passed!" Su En said calmly.

"Um, sir! Who is the target of this assassination attempt?" the blond boy asked cautiously.

"Once you get there, someone will naturally assign you tasks."

The blond boy had no suspicions.

After all, his missions were all based on single-line communication, and he didn't know what he was supposed to do until his superiors came knocking on his door.

Shortly after,

In front of Flying Dragon Rock Prison,

Suen handed the enforcer a few gold coins and gave him a look. "Sir, may I trouble you for a few minutes? I'm looking for Paladin Lisera."

The gatekeeper weighed the gold coins in his hand.

Suen handed over a few more.

The gatekeeper, finally satisfied, said, "Wait here!"

After a while, the exhausted drow paladin emerged from the prison gates and said wearily, "Hello, citizen, is there anything I can help you with?"

"My lord, it's like this!" Suen cautiously approached the drow paladin, whispering close to her ear, "He's a Baal assassin, a cunning paladin. Don't let him escape!"

The drow elf's eyes widened slightly as she stared at Suen in disbelief.

Suen revealed his bronze face, smiled slightly, and walked towards the brightly lit city.

Zhuo Er vaguely guessed what was going on, and his expression became increasingly complicated.

The blond boy approached shyly, "Hello, Holy Knight, I've committed theft. Please lock me up quickly!"

The drow elf decisively raised the holy symbol and cast a spell to detect evil.

In her vision, a blinding red light emanated from the blond boy.

"Congratulations, Baal the Assassin, you're in jail!"

A heavy handcuff closed on the blond boy's wrist, and the smile on his face froze.

What?

Why does she know my identity? She's a paladin! If she's an informant, why would she expose her true identity in public?

No, wait, is something wrong?

Misfortune stared incredulously into the city, but Suen had already vanished. He let out a heart-wrenching roar of rage. "No!"

The first phase of the "Northern Wind's Minister" mission has been completed.

You personally captured or killed a member of the evil faction.

You have received a high praise +1

Bahamut was pleased by your art of persuasion.

You have received an additional skill bonus: Eloquence +3.