I'm really not a dragon.

[Congratulations, host. You have returned to the Hill Giant's Nest. Compared to the dangerous Storm Giant's enclave, this place is perhaps more suitable for young dragons to develop quietly.]

In ordinary prisons,

Suen and the warden looked at each other in silence.

The paladins watched Suen in silence, with the drow paladin Lysera among them, her gaze strange, as if she were seeing him all over again.

"Um, if I said it wasn't me, would you believe me?"

Suen looked pained.

The warden remained silent, because Duke Torlin looked at him like he was a stray dog ​​after releasing Suen. If he lost this job, with his abilities, he could only end up as a royal mage advisor in some small country, caring for mentally challenged princesses and princes.

Lisela's cold fingers tapped against the iron bars. "I want to believe you, but how can I believe you!"

Suen stared at the words on the panel and fell silent for a moment.

[Host: Su En]

[Young Dragon Stage, Age: 5 years and 3 months]

[Attributes: Strength 11, Agility 12 (+1), Constitution 10, Perception 14 (-5), Intelligence 11, Charisma 18 (-8)]

[Skill: Perception +1]

Challenge Level: 2

[Personal Traits: Dragon Vein lv3, Unassailable Magic Power, One-Man Tribe, Three Disciples]

[Spells (Muscle Mage Special Edition): Trick "Mage's Hand", First-Circle Spell "Tansen Levitation"]

Main Quest: Growth - Feeding, Sleeping, Entering the Teen Dragon Stage

[The Dominator Quest Series: The Path of the Dragon Lord Phase Two - Recruit, Conquer, and Write Your War Epic]

Side Quests: Local Legendary Challenge Project (Completed), Metal Dragon's Daily Life (Refreshed)

Before being sent to prison by Torlin, he was taken to a strange religious sanctuary, which the system indicated was called the Murder Trial.

Thorlin arranged for someone to get a tattoo on his body.

The tattoo not only removed the original ghostly tattoo, but the intense pain also caused the daily quest for the Metal Dragon to be refreshed.

He fainted after the tattoo was done.

When Suen woke up, several days had passed, and she found herself back in prison.

A brand new trait has appeared in the Personal Traits interface.

【One Person Tribe, Three Disciples】

[The Mind Tattoo spell tore your soul apart, and an evil spirit burrowed into your body, attempting to generate a new dragon form. But as a mortal, he underestimated the will of the dragon, and the evil spirit was permanently bound within you.]

Your perception has been permanently reduced by 5 points.

[You can use the Thief abilities of the Three Disciples, such as Ambush, Agility, Bloodlust, and Fearful Loyalty.]

[Bloodlust: When your enemy takes damage within 30 feet of you, you can quickly react, teleport to their location, and launch an attack.]

[Loyalty of Reverence: Choose one of the three death gods to pray to, and receive a magic trick bestowed by the gods. The number of uses depends on your intelligence, if they are willing to respond.]

The negative effects are terrifying.

But the actual effect was quite good; he felt as if he had really become a professional assassin.

Furthermore, because of the evil soul within him, when he calms down, scenes of killing often pop into his mind.

Suen rubbed her temples and retorted, "If I said that Thorlin did everything, would you believe me?"

Several paladins shook their heads:

"He killed his own family? Leaving himself all alone."

Suen said incredulously, "But I have no reason to kill them?"

Lisella shook her head. "You have your reasons. A few days ago, a member of the Silver Shield family admitted to his admiration for Ms. Odelle."

Su En was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was talking about.

Damn it, do I look that much like Cao Cao?

The warden added.

"There is a mental spell called Mind Reader. The caster can read the subject's superficial thoughts, perhaps only briefly, but enough to understand the subject's personality, preferences, and past experiences. Well, researching this spell is indeed unethical."

"But I read something—something disgusting!"

The warden looked at Su En meaningfully.

Lisella sighed:

"Furthermore, as paladins, we can sense lies and perceive the evil nature hidden beneath the surface of others."

Suen paused for a moment, then shook her head: "I wasn't lying!"

"So, are you a good person, Suen?"

Suen opened his mouth, only now realizing that the soul of the Third Disciple within him might not have brought him all good things.

The three disciples were absorbed and integrated into him, becoming one with him and a part of him.

"I was turned into this by Thorin! He put an evil soul inside me!"

The paladins exchanged glances, their expressions helpless.

The warden dropped one last bombshell.

"Furthermore, the survivors of the banquet have identified you as the murderer!"

"impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible!"

"They're lying!"

"It might be possible for one person, but what about a group of people!"

Even a group of people can lie.

Suen said unwillingly, "Didn't you... check it?"

The paladins exchanged glances. To travel to the upper city, they needed a pass, which they might be able to obtain through the city's civil officials' qualification review.

But that's too much trouble, not to mention that distrusting the victims is itself a second injury to them.

Furthermore, Duke Thorlin has already concluded that Sun is the murderer.

All the evidence pointed against Suen, and everything seemed to be settled.

Suen returned to her familiar and loyal cell, the number seven, for serious criminals.

To prevent him from escaping, Suen's cell was heavily guarded, as if there were always people around.

"That old thief Deng!"

Suen slammed his fist against the wall.

at this point,

Let's eat first. Once we're full, we can think of another way to escape.

After waiting a while, a bowl and a black bread were handed over from the food delivery window. The bread was not only sour but also small, no bigger than the palm of my hand.

Suen peered through the iron bars of the window at the law enforcement officers' food delivery van.

The other prisoners' meals consisted of a bowl of meat soup and a loaf of bread, so why was he only given a loaf of bread?

"Sir, didn't you forget to give me a bowl of meat soup?"

The enforcer glanced at Suen and nodded: "Yes! Warden Artorias specifically instructed me not to let you eat too much."

Damn it, I'm not even pretending anymore.

Su En squatted down and silently ate her bread.

"Bang! Bang!"

There was a knock on the door.

Lisela stood outside the iron bars, staring at him coldly.

Suen raised his head, forcing an awkward smile. "My Lord Paladin, are you still willing to believe me?"

After a moment of silence,

The Drow Paladin asked,

"So, are you willing to admit that the beauty of the Dark Maiden Elise is unparalleled?"

"What would happen if I confessed?"

Su En was momentarily stunned by the familiar quote.

A glint of light flickered in the drow paladin's eyes. "If you admit it, then I will do everything in my power to help you seek justice!"

Su En gave an awkward smile. "Then I'll just deny it, okay?"

"?" Lisella asked, puzzled.

Suen stammered, "Torlin is a wicked old man. He's involved in the murder of the divine heirs, and besides, he holds a high position and has been preparing for so long. You definitely can't defeat him. Thank you for still being willing to help me."

Lisella is a good person!

In that case, Suen cannot allow Lisela to get involved in this matter.

Whatever Duke Thorin intends to do, it will be a momentous event that will shock the entire Baldur's Gate.

He must have made thorough preparations.

Suen didn't want Lisela to get involved; he didn't want to see a good person die for no reason.

Lisela nodded slightly. "I understand! But there's one thing I need to remind you of."

"Suen, you're going to die in a few days!"

Suen nodded; he had already heard about it.

Because of the Duke of Torlin's approval, his execution was scheduled for the third day.

As for the method of execution, it was naturally the kind of skewers that the people of Jianwan love to see.

"By the way, have you found Moria's body and the whereabouts of those two demon servants?"

"There's good news, they seem to be from a devil's tipping place?"

Oh.

Su En's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said somewhat shyly:

"In the final moments of my life, I hope to find some inner peace through faith."

What do you need?

"The Prayer of Bahamut, the White Dragon God!"

Suen licked her lips.

"good!"

After saying that, Lisella left.

The familiar anti-magic prison, the familiar adamantine combination lock—normal methods are no longer an option to get out.

Suen closed his eyes, and in the darkness, he seemed to be able to sense the location of the nest.

His retinue grew daily, and within just a few days, it had exceeded five hundred.

-

The day before the execution,

Suen lay in the prison, doing sit-ups.

His amazing perseverance is all thanks to the audience.

The bored paladins silently counted the number of push-ups they did, until the number exceeded one hundred.

Several paladins couldn't help but mutter to themselves:

"Is this kid trying to escape?"

"We'll just stand here and watch, see what kind of trouble they can cause!"

"That seems to be true!"

Outside the prison,

The dwarf and the barbarian dog crouched furtively in the corner, watching the heavily patrolled Wyvern Rock Prison.

The barbarian couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Brian, do you think Mage Sun could really be the murderer?"

"I don't think so, what do you think?"

"I can't explain it?" The northern barbarian chuckled憨厚ly. "However, thanks to Master Suen, the contract on us has been lifted."

"Yes, brothers sacrificed for the benefit of everyone!"

The dwarf shook his head. "I always feel bad for that kid, Suen!"

"That's right, we must all live on for Master Suen!"

The dwarf's expression hardened, and he slammed his fist into the barbarian's knee. "We're not just going to live beautifully, we're going to live a vibrant life..."

"What are you guys plotting so loudly?"

Just as the dwarves and barbarians were lamenting the fickleness of fate, a cold voice suddenly came from behind them.

Lisela stood behind the two with a strange smile on her lips.

The dwarf turned around, and after recognizing the newcomer, said with a haughty expression, "Oh, it's Lisella?"

"We're not criminals anymore! We can say whatever we want!" The barbarian was still a little hesitant.

"Heh! The murderer has been caught, what are you doing going into the city!"

"Let's go buy some things!"

"Let's go look for jobs."

"Oh—" The two women's stories clearly contradicted each other; Lisela drawled, "I thought you were going to get a tip from the devil?"

The dwarf and the barbarian froze, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

The two shook their heads vigorously, "Why would we look for them?"

"Slander! Utter slander! We are law-abiding citizens!"

"Alright, you two kind folks, Baldur's Gate welcomes you!"

Lisella waved her hand, picked up a scroll of prayers, and entered Dragon Rock Prison.

-

The day before the execution,

Suen's push-up was upgraded to a Thomas Flair, and his strong body moved nimbly and freely in the prison.

"Awesome! Awesome! One more!"

The sound of law enforcement officers applauding could be heard outside the window.

"Go for it, Suen! This is your last dance!"

Suen silently recited the prayer of Bahamut, the platinum dragon god.

In this anti-magic realm,

Perhaps no miracle will happen.

But faith is such a strange thing.

The less of a miracle occurs, the more one longs for something to happen.

After doing more than a dozen,

Su En's arms ached from exhaustion. He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes to rest, and in the pitch black, he clearly sensed the location of the nest.

Recently, on Feilongqiao Commercial Street, every shop has posted bounty posters for rat extermination outside their doors.

Especially the cheap hotels in Frego.

The boss always hears dirty little animals running around in the mezzanine. The worst part is that one second he can hear mice having a party in the storage room, and the next second, the squeaking disappears without a trace.

Along with the sound, the food stored in the pantry also disappeared.

"I, old Morrie, cannot lose to a bunch of rats!"

The dwarf Morliver tied a white ribbon around his head, picked up a broom, and climbed up to the ceiling.

He lit the lantern in his hand, held it high in the air, and squinted as he surveyed the dark corner.

The firelight shone on the drifting dust.

He saw a swarm of tiny creatures spreading toward the end of the darkness.

On a roof beam, a huge rat stood upright on its two legs. Its body was covered with strange scales, its skull emitted a ghostly light, and it held a yellowed green onion in its hand, waving it like a flag!

It screamed in a voice similar to that of a human baby:

"Squeak! You rats, I love war! I love annihilation warfare, blitzkrieg warfare, strike warfare, defensive warfare, encirclement warfare, breakthrough warfare, retreat warfare, mopping-up warfare. I love withdrawal warfare!"

"Plains! Streets! Trenchs! Grasslands! Frozen soil! Deserts! Seas! Air! Mud! Wetlands!"

"I love all the battlefields in this world!"

"For the Dragon Lord, let war begin! War against humans, war against elves, war against dwarves, war against orcs!"

Countless mice emitted a frenzied "Squeak!"

Our slogan is!

"Squeak! (Alien dies!)!"

boom!

Having seen many storms, the dwarf Morlivier fell straight to the ground like a stone, his eyes closed as he fainted.

-

On the last day before his execution,

Suen was finally released, but his hands and feet were bound with cold iron shackles.

The law enforcement officer patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the execution ground!"