I'm really not a dragon.

Second floor of the Audel perfume shop.

Su En first stepped into her master's room after her master's death.

Looking at the beautiful figure in the firelight, he suddenly understood Prime Minister Cao a little.

Back in her room, Audrey relaxed and slumped onto the sofa, the thin black gauze outlining her plump belly.

She lit a cigarette, took a puff, and her worried expression eased a little.

The air was filled with the scent of tobacco from the sandy land.

Odelle noticed Suen's expression and casually stubbed out her cigarette.

"Does it smell bad? I don't really like the smell of tobacco, I only try it occasionally. Suen, could you open the window? It's a bit stuffy."

Suen opened the balcony window.

As night falls, the clean and tidy streets are nearly deserted, with city watchmen patrolling daily with torches in hand.

Suen actually doesn't dislike the smell of tobacco.

He just felt that the scene was somewhat familiar.

Before he time-traveled, he specifically chose to watch similar plots; even watching countless films couldn't fully describe his sins.

"Hey, what are you trying to say, proprietress!" Su En snapped out of her daze and nervously avoided the proprietress's gaze.

"Maybe I'm too old, I always want to hold onto everything."

Audrey was somewhat disappointed, not expecting Suen to be so blunt. "No one likes a woman who's too controlling. But to manage a perfume shop well, you have to be a bit assertive. Can you understand that, Suen? If I could, I wouldn't want to be like this. These past years have been exhausting."

Humans cannot, or at least should not,

Although Hepburn only saw him as a salesman, the knowledge he gained from teaching and guiding him ensured that he could eventually leave the Gulf of Cambridge and become a mediocre perfumer in the countryside.

Master Hepburn should have been Sue's benefactor!

If he did such a thing, how would he be any different from Prime Minister Cao?

"Suen, could you come a little closer?"

His body language betrayed him as he stepped forward.

A faint, pleasant fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

Like a knight, Suen slowly crouched down, his gaze falling on the beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes.

"Let me hold your hand, let's have a heart-to-heart talk, okay? We're not master and apprentice anymore, we're just ordinary friends. Can I trust you, Suen?"

Suen nodded, his hand being held tightly by another pair of cool, soft hands.

"Phew!" Audrey looked at Suen with deep affection. "I've always known, I know the struggles and pain in your heart, but can you really forget everything just by leaving?"

"Boss lady, I..."

Who wouldn't want to avoid taking more than a decade of detours?

But if you don't become a mage, what's the difference between being transported to another world and being a salted fish?

Suen was really torn!

Odelle gently shook her head.

"Don't say anything, get a good night's sleep, and think things through! You need to understand what you really want!"

After thinking about it, I still want to be a monk.

But if I said it directly, wouldn't I be letting down the landlady's good intentions?

After thinking for a long time, Su En's gaze gradually hardened: "Boss lady, I still..."

Boom!

Vera's terrified scream rang out from outside the door: "Help! Master, Suen, Master is alive?"

Along with the screams came a hoarse, sharp roar, like that of a wild beast.

[The Silver Dragon's Daily Life: Protecting the Weak is the Strong's Duty]

A benevolent old hag grandmother and her adopted child are in danger. Evil turning to good—this is one of the greatest acts of kindness in the world! Roar! War against the evil that threatens them! Righteous silver dragon!

Defeat the Desolate Soul-Stealing Corpse!

[Warning: This challenge is far beyond your current ability! Please proceed with caution!]

Once you achieve your goal, you will receive five times the praise of noble goodness!

What do you mean?! Master, you've really come back to life!

Wait a minute, why did he have to die now of all times? Could it be that Master's spirit in heaven has misunderstood something?

Odelle hurriedly opened the door and pulled the still-shaken Vera into her arms.

Su En looked around, picked up the iron plate containing the fruit, and held it in his hand, ready to go.

The three of them stood in the bedroom, looking at their master's coffin.

One by one, the white candles on the birchwood coffin lid went out, followed by the oil lamps hanging in the hallway.

It was as if a gust of evil wind extinguished all the flames, plunging the entire corridor into darkness. Faint, muffled knocking sounds could be heard from the darkness, like flesh striking wood.

Suen lit a candle and threw it into the darkness.

In the firelight, it was clear that the once intact coffin had been torn open, and a bluish-black arm was protruding from it. Broken planks sliced ​​through the arm, and putrid blood flowed out.

The arm suddenly moved, the fist clenched, and cracks in the dark blue-green coffin began to emerge.

A hate-filled roar echoed from within: "Odelle!"

The two women in the room immediately let out a screeching sound like groundhogs.

The two women retreated against the wall, their screams carrying out the window: "Ghosts! Ghosts! Help!"

The city watchmen on the street reacted quickly, rushing towards the perfume shop with torches in hand.

Suen felt a little relieved.

The City Watchers are the private soldiers of the upper-class nobility. They are loyal and powerful, and even within the Flame Fist mercenaries, they are considered elite figures.

The master inside the coffin seemed to sense the footsteps, and suddenly punched forward. Two heavy thuds were heard, and the coffin lid shattered.

The resentful corpse stared angrily at Suen.

Unlike ordinary zombies, which have virtually no intelligence, this one not only possesses intelligence but also demonstrates remarkably clear thinking and logic.

He first looked at Odelle, his anger turning into pain.

"My Odelle, my heartless lover, you despise my weakness, yet you ignore my very nature as a human being. Even if you abandon me and fall in love with someone else, I will still love you!"

When the Soul Reaper's gaze fell upon Vera, it softened considerably.

"Vera, my Vera, I know you're not my child, it doesn't matter, it's enough that you're Odelle's child!"

Vera stared wide-eyed at Odelle, who was holding her tightly.

Odelle lowered her head, her soft cheek gently resting on the girl's forehead.

"Don't be afraid, Vera!"

This is a lot of information. What kind of ultimate simp is this?

The Soul-Stealing Corpse turned its gaze to Su En. Without a doubt, this old dog had nothing good to say!

His throat twitched as if he were about to vomit, and the next second, a grotesque, split tongue flew out of his throat, mixed with blood, stomach acid, and rotting flesh, and slammed heavily against the wall.

He mumbled a curse, "Sueun, you despicable birth!"

Su Enren is really numb!

"Master, I just want to be a monk! I really didn't want to take your place!"

"Shut up, that's not what I meant by your birth!"

The Soul-Stealing Corpse roared in fury, its split tongue, like a venomous snake, pointing at Suen from its torn mouth. "I'm talking about something else! Why did you get involved with the Duke's daughter... she's a demon!"

"Don't be afraid! Ladies and gentlemen! The city's watchmen are here! You are safe!"

A mature and steady shout came from downstairs.

The city's guardians strode in, appearing like heroes.

In that instant,

Suen and the Soul-Stealing Corpse realized one thing.

If he can hold on for just a few more minutes, he can survive.

If he can't kill Suen within a few minutes, he'll never have another chance.

Su En turned and rushed to the window, smashed it open with his elbow, and jumped down. The second floor is about three meters from the ground; a normal person would likely be fine after jumping down, let alone someone with his agility of 12.

Suen landed smoothly and turned to look. The Soul-Stealing Corpse was lying by the window, with a fleshy snake wrapped around its neck, and a crossbow bolt stuck in its forehead.

"Don't run!"

The Soul-Stealing Corpse also rolled out of the window. Just as he was looking through the window, a golden missile struck him on the back, instantly stirring up a strong, pungent stench of corpses.

The Soul-Stealing Corpse let out a mournful howl and fell straight to the ground.

Unfortunately, after becoming an undead creature, Master's body hardened significantly, and falling on the ground was no different from sneezing.

The city watchman also jumped out of the window.

Even as they jumped down, they didn't forget to strike a pose.

"Don't worry, young man! We're here! The evil spirits can't harm you!"

The work in the Upper City is so monotonous; it's either catching thieves or driving away outsiders. You rarely see a dead person.

After being hit by a tracer bullet, the Soul Reaper got up again and looked around. The City Watchers had already surrounded him.

Several city watchmen, wielding two-handed greatswords, slowly approached, swinging their blades like windmills.

The city watchmen, standing a little further away, chanted sacred prayers.

The next moment, sharp blades were drawn simultaneously.

Several beams of cold light enveloped the head of the Soul-Stealing Corpse.

"roar!"

The zombie's claws cleaved through a blade that was aimed at him.

More blades pressed down on the Soul-Stealing Corpse, producing dull tearing sounds, and a putrid smell of blood spread out.

The head of the Soul-Stealing Corpse was stuck in the blade, staring at Su En with hatred and despair:

"Suen, remember this: I died in your place!"

The Soul-Stealing Corpse ground its teeth, then suddenly opened its mouth, and a scarlet, split tongue shot out from its throat, piercing into the chests of several people.

The fleshy tongue burrowed into the flesh, the muscles tensed, and it snapped like a frog's tongue, with the bony spur at the end drawing out a string of blood droplets.

Several watchmen groaned, their faces flushing an unnatural bluish-red.

Taking advantage of the Watcher's injury, the Soul Reaper emerged from the blade and lunged at Suen.

next second.

A scorching ray of sunlight replaced the head of the Soul-Stealing Corpse, splattering flesh and brain matter into a foul-smelling mist.

"A talking ghost, I wonder how much bonus I'll get this month!"

The city watchman captain put away his staff and muttered to himself. He gave the others a look, and the watchmen drew their short swords and skillfully dissected the precious parts of the Soul Reaper's body: the tongue, the stomach, and the claws.

Before becoming Watchers, they were also excellent adventurers.

after awhile,

Odelle, dressed in a black dress, walked over, her eyes filled with sorrow as she gazed at the corpse on the ground.

Vera, following behind the proprietress, stared blankly at her master's corpse. If nothing unexpected had happened, she should have called this man "father."

"Madam, please accept my condolences!"

After learning the whole story from Vera, the city law enforcement captain led his team to express their condolences to the proprietress.

Her husband was imprisoned for murder, but he was murdered himself.

This kind of thing is absurd in itself.

Even more bizarrely, the dead husband came back to life.

As for why it came back to life...

The captain looked at Su En with a strange expression. If this happened to him, he would probably be so angry that he would die.

"As for you, please take good care of the two ladies. We have a priest among us who is a god of justice. After we have appeased the spirits of the deceased, we will rebury your master."

The captain's eyes held a hint of disdain and contempt. Although he looked down on the act of using someone else's position to climb the ranks, the reality was that the apprentice had actually gotten away with it.

Who knows, in a few days, the Audel Perfume Shop will change hands, and the apprentice will naturally become a benefactor.

The captain felt uncomfortable all over at the thought of having to protect someone like that.

"Thank you, sir!"

"It's nothing, it's my duty."

Looking at those shifty eyes, Su En felt helpless. He really hadn't done anything. However, in this situation, anyone would misunderstand.

"Leave the body where it is!" Odelle suddenly said.

"Madam, what did you say!"

"I said leave the body where it is! Let others see how pitiful my husband's fate was. He must have returned to this world out of resentment and hatred!"

The captain frowned and refused outright: "This is an undead spirit, born from negative energy. This energy will not only harm the nobles in the upper city, but may also awaken other undead spirits!"

"Am I supposed to just watch him suffer without doing anything?" Odelle said hoarsely, her expression seemingly genuine.

Wasn't his suffering caused by you?

The captain glanced at Su En, signaling him to come out and say a few words.

Did you two manage to bring this honest man back to life? We finally managed to get rid of him, and then you leave his body out in the open? That's just too cruel.

Suen looked at Odelle, unsure of what she wanted to do.

After a moment's thought, Su En said, "My master needs to seek justice."

"Regardless, he was once a nobleman, yet he was murdered by villains! This was a blatant disregard for the laws of the Sword Coast, and his resurrection is a direct result of the injustice he suffered!"

The people present were starting to lose their composure.

If someone else had said this, they wouldn't have thought much of it, and might even have applauded in support.

But the key question is, do you really have the right to say that?

"Alright! I understand, but this involves a case investigation, which is outside our scope of responsibility. I apologize, but I decline!"

The captain didn't want to get involved in this matter, but for the sake of his job, he didn't want to offend the important person, so he came up with a compromise.

"Although the Duke's Court is not in session yet, cases involving the murder of a nobleman are generally handled by the dukes, so I suggest you seek their help."

Su En's eyes lit up; this was an unexpected delight.

At first, he only thought that his master had been murdered inexplicably, which was too unjust. If such a thing happened to him, his ending might not be any better than his master's.

With his death, the landlady might truly be all alone.

Now it seems there's an opportunity to bring the Duke into the fray; perhaps with his help, we can find the murderer.