I'm really not a dragon.

Passing through the Black Dragon Gate, you'll reach the Baldur's Gate Upper City.

The temple complex that comes into view is known as the House of Supreme Miracles, the Brass Exhibition Hall, and the Brass Palace. Here, you can see old machines that are rarely seen outside the world and have been phased out. Their history is frozen here, like a solid, grand history book.

This place is a paradise for artisans and craftsmen in the Sword Bay region, and also the center of worship for Gonde, the god of craftsmen.

Unfortunately, the temple district was not his destination, and he didn't have time to be a tourist and stop to admire the scenery.

He walked south along the edge of the square and plunged into the alley.

Servants have their own path, and masters have their own gardens.

The original owner had a very clear memory of these routes; in fact, he was an expert in them.

unconsciously,

He arrived at Silver Shield Manor

This magnificent manor occupies most of the castle district, almost nestled against the Baldur's Gate walls, and is patrolled by city watchmen even in broad daylight.

Suen was wondering what her true identity should be.

When you're traveling, you give yourself your own identity.

Erwin Silver Shield's partner, or a partner who was betrayed.

His best friend, or the best friend who was betrayed.

Generally speaking, the more sensational the story, the more people will believe it; the key is how it's crafted.

As long as I can meet with Erwin Silver Shield, my goal will be achieved.

"Hey buddy! Look this way!"

A half-elf and a human stood before Silver Shield Manor. Both were impeccably dressed, wearing polished half-armor and longswords at their waists. The snow-white feathers on their helmets were more decorative than practical.

"Friends from the inn!" Sword and Shield Warrior Alex greeted with a smile, though he now looked more like a courteous knight.

"Oh, it really is you two!" Suen was genuinely pleased with them. "You're working for Silver Shield!"

"It's just a collaboration!" The half-elf straightened up slightly.

"Why is the Silver Shield family suddenly hiring? Are they still hiring?"

Alex laughed heartily, "I'm afraid there's no chance now! But you can come and see in a few days. The Duke will be holding a family banquet then, and perhaps the Silver Shield will invite you to be his bodyguard."

"A family banquet?"

Suen seemed to realize something; perhaps Erwin Silver Shield had returned to the Upper City because of the family banquet.

really weird,

This guy was killed. Shouldn't we bring the person who killed him to justice first?

Why come back to hold a banquet?

Or is it that he can no longer understand the thinking of the dead?

"By the way, do you know Erwin Silver Shield? He's the Silver Shield from the Ten Towns..."

Suen repeated Erwin's lie from back then.

Alex and the half-elf were a bit confused. They weren't exactly good at small talk, and besides, the Silver Shields were all important figures.

They're lucky if they can keep their eyes straight ahead; they wouldn't dare to strike up a conversation.

"Now that you mention it, I do remember someone!" Alex frowned. "He had no one else he knew with him; he was standing all alone next to Duke Torlin."

This feature is somewhat similar to Erwin Silver Shield.

"Is he still at the Duke's mansion?"

"Oh, he just went out, he should be back soon!"

Suen waited for a while, but as darkness fell, Erwin Silver Shield still hadn't returned.

"If you're not shy, feel free to stay in our dorm. I should be fine sharing with Silver. Hehe!"

Alex thumped his chest.

"I don't want to!" The half-elf showed a look of disgust.

Su En shook her head. "Thanks, friend. I appreciate your kindness! I'll figure out where to stay myself."

The storage room at the Audel perfume shop usually keeps the floor mat, which was his bed when he was an apprentice; it should still be there.

As for Erwin Silver Shield

He didn't believe that this guy could run away when he came to block the door every few days.

"Okay friend, take care of yourself!"

Alex turned around, only to find that Suen had been standing there; he was nowhere to be seen. He chuckled sheepishly, "Our friend here is really something!"

"Heh, you consider him a friend, but he might not consider you a friend!" the half-elf sneered, shaking his head.

The roads in the Upper City are quite complicated. In general, the Zonggui Mansion was built too luxuriously, so many side streets were subconsciously overlooked.

But the road has always been there, just covered in dust.

After turning at several intersections, Suen saw the perfume shop.

Even from a distance, he could smell the aroma of alcohol and balsam, rich, fresh, and intense. It was like a bottle of finely distilled spirit.

A soft creak came from the back door of the perfume shop.

A girl with long pigtails, carrying a heavy bag of wax residue, swayed as she approached the sewer.

Thump,

She put down the wooden bucket, took a couple of breaths, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and her doe-like eyes brightened.

She stared in Suen's direction for a long time.

"Hey, I knew it was you, Suen? You're back!"

Su En remembered her name.

Vera, a perfume apprentice, is more promising than most apprentices. In less than three months, she has already been able to learn how to make some magical perfumes.

He's better than most of the people in the store.

Of course, it also far surpasses Suen.

As for Suen at the perfume shop, she was more of a salesperson than an apprentice.

With his good looks, he tricked wealthy young women and married women into buying his perfume.

His days were the most leisurely compared to other apprentices, and he saved the most money.

But every gain has its loss.

Although he made money, his health deteriorated, and he sometimes had to resort to mysterious herbs.

"I'm back! How are you, Master and the boss?" Su En said softly.

Vera lowered her head and remained silent.

Suen ruffled the girl's hair and looked out the window. It was a custom in the Sword Coast that whenever someone died in the family, the emblem of Cranvor, the god of the dead, would be placed by the window.

May this Lord of Rest grant the dead undisturbed peace.

My master is dead; this was something I had expected.

The back door leads directly to the perfumery, which is on the second basement level. Go up two floors to the perfume shop.

Go up one more floor, and that's where the master usually lives.

The master's coffin was placed on the second tier, surrounded by a ring of white candles. A black-haired priest stood before the coffin, reciting the Cranwat. After finishing the recitation, he placed the book on the coffin.

"Ms. Odelle, please accept my condolences. Mr. Hepburn was merely meeting my Lord ahead of time. A mortal only has one chance to meet him in his lifetime."

"I understand! Sigh!"

Audrey was dressed in a black dress and her face was covered with a black veil, obscuring her eyebrows and eyes. Even so, one could still see the haggardness in her expression.

She clutched her handkerchief and sobbed softly.

Hearing footsteps downstairs, she turned around in confusion, her tired eyes gradually brightening with surprise.

"Suen!"

"Yes." Su En nodded, somewhat reserved.

Seemingly sensing that something was off about Suen's tone, Odelle became cautious as well. "My poor child, you must have suffered a lot during this time. Your master is gone too, alas."

My condolences.

Although doing so was somewhat unethical, Su En didn't plan to continue being an apprentice here. He was bound by a contract and possessed a strange system.

His peaceful life was no longer suitable for him, and Suen decided to pursue his dream of becoming a mage.

Yes, a real, powerful "mage".

Once everything is resolved, he will go to Candlekeep to become a mage apprentice until he becomes a legendary mage. With his powerful dragon magic, that should be a piece of cake.

Audrey panicked. "Sue, you...you want to leave? What happened?"

"Boss lady, I'm so sorry, but I had a lot of fun being an apprentice here!"

Suen recalled the stick Hepburn swung and said things against her will.

Seemingly sensing the unusual situation between the two, the pastor of Cranworth tactfully left.

There were only three people on the second floor of the perfume shop.

Audrey's face flushed with anger. She grabbed Suen's hand and led her into the room. "Come to my room, let's talk this out, okay!"

"No, wait, ma'am, now?"

Hey, hey, hey, this is bad! This plot seems so familiar!

The proprietress scolded as she walked.

"Haven't I been good enough to you?"

"Your master is gone, so I am your master. I will teach you everything."

With a bang.

The bedroom door was tightly shut, and not a sound could be heard.

"Oh, my poor master!" Vera rubbed her nose, lamenting that she had only learned half of her perfumery skills before her master passed away.

She picked up the Krishnamurti, intending to recite it for her unfortunate master, but she had only just turned to the first page...

Two dull thuds came from under the coffin lid, as if someone was hitting the lid with their head.

Wait, what's going on?!