I'm really not a dragon.

"You actually convinced a Baal assassin to go to jail himself, with that beard on top of him, that's hilarious!"

The dwarf clutched his stomach and laughed so hard he rolled around on the floor. Before he knew it, he had rolled off the bed and easily rolled under it.

Even so, his laughter didn't stop.

"I can't just pretend nothing happened!"

Suen leaned against the wall, toying with the Blood Skull Ritual Dagger.

"Um, so you mean, Mage Sun, the Baal assassin didn't tell you where the murder trial was held?"

Suen shook her head.

Baal assassins have their memories erased when they carry out missions. Suen could only think of one way: to impersonate the adventurer Unlucky and wait for the higher-ups of the Baal Church to contact him again.

I just don't know when we'll finally see the monkey face and the horse moon.

The northern barbarian hesitated and said, "Master Suen, why must we do as the devil says? Use love potions to deceive a girl's feelings?"

"Oh, Conan, what makes you say that?" Su En's eyes flashed.

The northern barbarian pulled a crumpled newspaper from his pocket, smiled slyly,

The front page of the newspaper read that the Battle of Greentown had recently ended, and that Grand Duke Apodel Ardern of the Flamefist had once again thwarted the Zantalin Society's plot; he would return like lightning.

Is the legendary son of Baal returning?

"If we can get the help of this Grand Duke, perhaps Master Suen can clear his name," the northern barbarian said expectantly.

The dwarf nodded vigorously, his face contorting with resistance.

"By the Beard, he's the son of Baal! He might even be in cahoots with Thorlin Silvershield! Going to him would be suicide!"

"And, Suen, have you forgotten how you got into prison?"

"..."

Not to mention, Suen almost forgot that he had gotten involved with the Duke's daughter and was sent to prison by Old Deng.

Suen thought of those transparent, mirror-like eyes again.

A mirror can reveal a person's truest appearance; if it is a mirror of the soul, it may also reflect the desires of ordinary people.

"I am indeed a little afraid of this old man!" Suen shrank back, but then his tone changed, becoming more decisive: "However, we now have evidence to prove that Torlin Silver Shield is guilty."

The northern barbarians and dwarves exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with confusion. When did they have evidence?

The dwarf, possessing the wisdom of a mage, was the first to react, excitedly slamming his left hand towards his right.

"That's right! Sword Coast people, that Baal assassin is still in jail! As long as we can pry evidence of Thorlin Silver Shield's collusion with the Church of Baal out of him, we'll win!"

The northern barbarian scratched his head and said worriedly:

"But assassins are trained in torture, aren't they? Can we get the truth out of him?"

"Torture training?" the dwarf scoffed. "Once I've written his name in the Book of Hatred, and given him the most terrifying, horrible curse, he'll regret not telling the truth!"

The strongest curse?

Suen and the northern barbarian exchanged a glance, and the same thought popped into their heads: what kind of powerful curse could this barbarian possibly have?

Suen asked casually, "Dwarf, your curse isn't diarrhea, is it?"

"Heh heh, my friends, I know you don't believe me, but when I unleash this chain of curses, no racist can laugh at the dwarf joke."

The sorcerer Brian Goldbeard said smugly, "The curse is diarrhea and hemorrhoids!"

"..."

After a moment of silence, the people in the room...

Suen gasped, staring at the dwarf in disbelief.

This tyrant, clutching the stone, had fully grasped the true meaning of the curse.

The northern barbarian turned pale with fright. He remembered clearly that his name was written in the dwarves' Book of Hatred and had not been erased to this day.

"I swear, I have never mocked any dwarf in my life. I have always thought that you are intelligent and wise... Although you are only 1.3 meters tall, you are giants in spirit!"

"..." Several veins bulged on Brian's forehead.

Suen wiped his sweat and quickly said, "Guys? Let's discuss a specific plan! It's not appropriate for me to see the Grand Duke, so we'll have to rely on the two of you."

Suen carved two circles on the ground.

He pointed his dagger at the circle on the left, shouting, "This is Baldur's Gate!"

The dagger drew an arc between the two circles.

"The Bayfront Highway connects to Bodleian Gate and, to the southeast, to Greentown!"

"He will most likely return via the Bayfront Highway, where there is a famous hotel, the Friendly Arm."

After pondering for a moment, the dwarf stroked his chin and said, "I'll go to the Arm of Friendship with the Northrends. You will disguise yourself as Doom and await news."

"If the high-ranking Baal assassin doesn't contact me!" Suen loosened his grip on the dagger and sighed heavily. "We can only rely on Grand Duke Flamefist. Hopefully, he won't hold a grudge against me for sleeping with his daughter."

The three finalized their plan and quickly got to work.

The northern barbarians and dwarves are also currently wanted.

Both of them knew some magic, and taking advantage of the darkness and the absence of others, the dwarf cast a feather spell on them and then jumped into the Chongsa River.

Two dark figures fell into the rushing river like stones. Moments later, the two exhausted men collapsed on the sandy bank.

After giving Sun a reassuring gesture, the dwarf and the barbarian left Baldur's Gate.

Suen transformed himself into the likeness of the adventurer, Misfortune.

He walked with his hands in his pockets, swaggering toward the sailboat tavern.

Outside the pub located in the inner bay, law enforcement officers were trying to put up warning signs about illegal construction on the hull of the boat, but pub patrons came and went without paying any attention to the signs outside.

Stepping back into the tavern, the familiar, complex aromas once again filled my nostrils.

Suen, as if it were a habit, took out a few copper coins and slapped them on the bar.

"Same as always, a shot of ale to rinse my mouth!"

"……doom!"

Suddenly, a furious roar filled with resentment rang in Suen's ears, followed by a heavy whistling sound.

Suen abruptly lowered his head, the fist grazing the top of his head.

He drew his dagger with a backhand motion and pressed it against the attacker's chest. Su En smiled and looked at the newcomer.

"Isn't this Rick the ghoul? Want to buy me a drink?"

"I'll offer you your blood!"

Rick the ghoul grabbed the dagger, black blood flowing from his palm. He clenched his teeth, and black veins resembling tree roots appeared on his face.

The dagger was crushed in his hand!

"You two-faced beast! You've made me lose so much money!"

boom!

The half-giant behind the bar slammed his fist on the table, his cold, slimy salmon eyes indifferently sweeping over the two arguing men.

"Troublemakers, get out; drink, stay!"

Su En released the dagger, patted the ghoul Rick on the shoulder, and wore a helpless smile. "Sharkfin Daddy, we were just joking, weren't we?"

"I'll let you off this time for my father's sake! But you won't be so lucky next time. The dead are never forgotten!"

The ghoul Rick gave Suen a deep look, then turned and left.

Suen straightened his collar and sat back down at the bar. "Two beers, please! This one's on me, Dad!"

The half-giant took out two cups covered with seaweed and poured out two cups of golden ale.

One cup was handed to Suen, while the other was held in her hand.

He said calmly, "You've changed from yesterday! Bad luck!"

Suen replied slyly, "Have you become more handsome? You know Dad, I don't like eating fish."

Old Sharkfin shook his head. "I know, you're not him."

Su En's smile gradually froze.

"Your way of speaking, your mannerisms, even your body odor are exactly the same, but you are not him!"

"Did I really eat your fish, Dad? You know me so well?"

Suen shook her head incredulously.

"You've managed to fool most people to this extent; even most exemplary professionals wouldn't be able to see through your disguise. But I'm an exception. Anyway, don't cause trouble..."

"...Okay, Dad."

Back in the bedroom, which resembled a garbage dump,

Su En looked at himself in the mirror, his frivolous eyebrows and wanton expression making him seem like a curse to anyone who came near.

Could it be that the opponent is even stronger than a model professional?

Professionals are categorized according to their abilities.

From level one to level five, which is when a mage can just cast third-level spells, they are called entry-level professionals.

Levels six through eleven are considered exemplary professionals. There's a lot of variation in the skill level at this stage, much like the difference between a third-circle spellcaster and a sixth-circle spellcaster.

Levels twelve to seventeen are considered master professionals. Generally, the weakest professionals at this level are the backbone of major forces.

As for levels seventeen to nineteen, they are at the half-step legendary realm.

From a biological perspective, professionals at this level still resemble individuals, but in terms of power, they can no longer be considered human.

As for levels 20 and beyond...

Suen had heard a dirty joke: a level 20 legendary king accidentally shot through his own palace while attacking.

Of course, that's a joke.

True legendary professionals should be even more exaggerated than this.

If a tavern owner's strength surpasses that of a model professional, he should at least be a key figure in a powerful organization.

However, considering that Baldur's Gate is full of hidden talents, Suen also had to take precautions, so he tapped the floor.

A moment later, Big Tooth appeared with a sausage in his mouth. He had somehow gotten a round belly, so big that he couldn't even squeeze out of the crack in the floor.

Looking at the seemingly endless third phase,

Then look at the big tooth, burping and struggling to pull itself out of the ground.

Suen felt that sometimes you can't keep all the pressure to yourself.

"Big Tooth, as a mature rat, you should learn to hunt for yourself and farm for yourself!"

"Squeak?" Big Tooth looked at the Dragon Lord with a puzzled expression. "But, Dragon Lord, I'm just a mouse?"

"Does being a mouse mean you can't hunt or farm? That's a weakling mentality!"

Suen shook his head. "Or rather, it's precisely because you're a rat that you need to know how to farm and hunt! Big Tooth, the strong are omnipotent."

Big Tooth lowered its head in dejection. "Squeak! Big Tooth knows!"

"Also, don't even think about lying to me. I have some kind of mysterious little magic here that allows me to see your progress!"

Suen said coldly.

Big Tooth froze, as if it had completely lost its dreams and become a lazy mouse, sliding straight down.

Snapped!

There was no mourning for Big Tooth's future.

Suen began to ponder the matter of relocating the nest!

On the system panel, Suen's lair can be moved from point A to point B. However, the buildings and wealth inside the lair will not be moved with it and will need to be carried by the rats.

This makes perfect sense when you think about it this way.

During the young dragon stage, changing nests doesn't matter, since you're penniless anyway.

For young dragon queens, nest building requires a lot of consideration.

Suen casually moved the Dragon's Nest to a sailboat tavern.

In Baldur's Gate, in the dark and damp underworld, countless rats raised their heads as if they saw a torch being lit.

[Lower-rank servant race: 3154]

The pilgrimage rats are arriving in droves.

With the rats around, Suen suddenly felt much safer.

As dawn broke, Su En realized that she had been busy all night.

The house was filthy and messy, unfit for human habitation. Su En sighed, concentrated, and tidied up the room.

Unfortunately, he could not be considered a powerful mage.

Otherwise, cleaning up the trash would only require a snap of your fingers!

After he had cleaned the room spotless, the sun rose above the horizon, illuminating Baldur's Gate inch by inch, bathing it in the bright morning light.

"That's great!"

Suen leaned against the windowsill, admiring the sunrise.

【hint!】

A wonderful week has begun, your missions have been refreshed, and you've been matched with equally matched opponents. As a dragon, aim for local legend, sharpen your claws and teeth!

[Local legend—Lady Witheredheart, Amel, who threatens the inhabitants of the Rotten Coast with her terrifying necromancy—let her taste the wrath of the dragons!]

[Reward: Praise for High Moral Character +1]

[Have a good heart-to-heart talk with her, and you might get an extra reward!]

The "Minister of the North Wind" questline has been refreshed.

【Your servant, the great monarch is pleased with your wit; show Him your piety.】

[The reward, a mark of high moral character (crossed out), varies depending on the degree of 'piety' you receive.]

Su En rubbed his eyes and stared again at the rewards section of the "Minister of the North Wind" quest series.

He checked several times before realizing he hadn't misread it.

What happened to my reward?

"Wait, system, this isn't right! Where's my reward?"

[Deep in thought: ...The system does not have the authority to change the host's mission. Faith and divine grace both originate from the gods, which may involve some higher level...]

[Answer: You asked questions too frequently. Please try again later.]

"?"

"I only asked two questions!"

Su En thought for a moment, then asked again, "Did someone embezzle my money?"

[Reply: Meow, this system knows nothing, meow! I'm just a stupid system, meow!]

"?"

"Are you trying to act cute? Don't think you can get away with it by acting cute!"

[Answer: ...The Great Bahamut is a powerful and benevolent god, dedicated to fighting evil in the multiverse. Sometimes, this monarch entrusts overly burdensome tasks to His messenger, Asteria, a shrewd brass dragon. You may need to offer some valuables as proof of your piety.]

In other words, they treated this incompetent old man like a lamb to the slaughter?

This is indeed something a dragon would do.

I'm so angry! He's only a young dragon! How dare that old man play like this?!

Su En was angry for a moment, then angry again.

After calming down, Suen realized that he couldn't do anything to Old Deng; the other man was simply from a different world.

That's true at least on a physical level, but it's not necessarily true on a psychological level!

Suen spent some money to buy some paper and ink.

After the mice rebuilt the altar,

Suen also finished writing down the "offerings" to be offered.

He knelt before the altar, holding up the dried papers, and with a cold smile, stuffed them into the altar one by one.

"You dare steal my reward? I'll show you what retribution is today!"

"The Maid Training Guide of Suen, Volume 1: The Story of Dragon Lord Suen and Half-Dragon Maid Astraea, Serialized in Grand Style"

"Hmph, read this word by word, and then confess the sins you committed today!"

Su En copied the book "The Maid Training Guide," which had shocked his worldview, with the protagonist's name changed but the plot and character settings remained the same.

I imagine Asteria, the bronze dragon, would have a very interesting expression upon seeing this.

The light from the altar dimmed.

The books burned to ashes, turning into runes that dissipated into the air.

knock off,

Suen clapped his hands, preparing to wipe away the runes on the altar.

Suddenly, a line of small print quickly filled my entire field of vision.

[You have gained the favor of the messenger of the Lord of the North Wind. He is pleased with your piety, and you have received praise for your high moral character +2.]

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