I'm really not a dragon.

A few people stood scattered around the grey harbor, their bronze skin glistening with sweat and salt crystals from the dried seawater.

In the past, they would have already gone to a tavern to unwind in the alcohol and the bards' songs.

At this moment, they gathered in front of the dock, as if waiting for something.

The shipwrights climbed the tower and started the refining equipment.

The massive lighting equipment, like a cyclops, shone blindingly, guiding the ships back to port.

A medium-sized cargo ship cut through the waves, following the lights.

A ghastly beam of light shone on the fluttering flags, and gasps of alarm rang out from the boatmen at the Grey Harbor docks.

"The Mermaid is back!"

at this time,

The bell rang, and it was noon.

A dark figure arrived at the dock. The sign of the Flame Wonderful Shipping Company was five meters above his head. This shipping company, the largest in all of Baldur's Gate, occupied one-tenth of the docks in Grey Harbor.

Cargo ships of all sizes occupied the dock, like a group of crocodiles basking in the sun on the shore.

These ships made Baldur's Gate a place of prosperity.

Goods from all over the world make a brief stop here, flowing to where they are needed through Baldur's Gate's thriving sea and land caravans.

Lantan, Moonshadow Island, Am, Karinshan...

Of course, before the Bodøns were so kind, the Flame Shipping Company actually had two faces: in front of its allies, it was a merchant ship, a cargo ship, and a Bodøns with style.

For non-allies, Flame Shipping typically adopts the communication methods used by the founders of Baldur's Gate.

Suen unconsciously rubbed the Baal ring on his finger, feeling nervous at the thought of meeting his new colleague soon.

The thought of the genuine, heartfelt emotions among colleagues made him even more nervous.

He borrowed five iron plates from a sailboat tavern and reluctantly spent three hundred dragon coins to buy a dozen healing potions, enough for about eleven people. The healing effect was mediocre, but the quantity was plentiful.

These things were packed in the bag on his back.

As for the staff and dagger, Suen brought them along as well. Although the synchronization ritual of the staff is still unclear, it is light enough and sturdy enough, and feels great to use for beating people up.

Even a powerful sorcerer like Gandalf was like that, wielding a staff in one hand and a sword in the other, his only spell being illumination.

Sun felt he was much luckier than Gandalf, at least he had mastered three powerful spells, and would master more in the future.

Lost in thought,

A raven landed on the shipping company's sign, its red eyes scrutinizing Suen.

Su En's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her left hand, which was adorned with a ring.

"Gah!"

The raven leaped into the darkness and flew toward the dock.

Su En climbed over the wall and looked up at the night sky. The ravens flew slowly, pausing in the night sky from time to time, as if they were deliberately waiting for him.

"Hey, my new colleagues!"

The raven flew into a dark warehouse.

The warehouse was filled with the mixed smells of grease, metal, and bituminous coal, along with a faint, pungent odor of blood.

Suddenly, five flames appeared in the air and flew toward the kerosene lamp hanging on the warehouse pillar.

The sudden burst of light made Su En squint.

However, it only took a moment for his pupils to adjust to the brightness of the warehouse.

The warehouse was filled with heavy wooden crates wrapped in cotton cloth, arranged like a city wall.

"Good evening, everyone." Suen swaggered into the cargo compartment.

"Misfortune, you're too late."

A figure emerged from the shadows, a raven perched on his shoulder.

"It's not too late yet. The humans are unloading. Everyone on the list is on the ship. As usual, the hardest part is left to me."

The speaker stood on the roof beam, clad in all-black leather armor that concealed her curvaceous figure. In her hands she held two blood-red ritual daggers that gleamed with an eerie light. Four or five potion bottles slung at her waist.

She licked the dagger, and streaks of blood, like wounds, appeared on her beautiful face.

She shouted fervently:

"In the name of the great murderer, we should commit even more killing!"

The other person's expression changed.

"A bloodthirsty madman! Do you want to face the Ghost Captain head-on? Or do you want to taste the lightning spears of his Stormlords? Wax artist, aren't you going to do something about this mad dog?"

"Hyena, you are too cowardly! What Hyena said is correct. Whether it is offering up the death of an enemy or offering up one's own death, it is murder. The great murderer who sleeps in eternal damnation must be overjoyed."

The speaker's exposed skin was wrapped in bandages.

Suen caught a glimpse of a pair of milky white eyes hidden beneath the bandages, and skin as pale as wax.

Even from a distance, he could smell the cheap fish oil emanating from this person.

"Since the wax artist has made up his mind, let's have a good fight tonight!"

The Raven Man gave a sickly smile.

Suen fell silent. No wonder he hadn’t suspected anything back then; it turned out that all Baal assassins were like this.

"A bunch of idiots!" the man called Hyena sneered. "I said I'd only deal with my targets! If you want to have some extra food, don't drag me into it!"

He glanced at Suen. "You too, number fifteen!"

Suen was unwilling to kill, and these people each had their own opinions, seemingly all on equal footing.

Since we're all just working, things are much easier to talk about.

Suen thought for a moment and said, "Are you going to kill all the witnesses at the scene? A bunch of idiots!"

The group looked at Su En, puzzled.

"If there were no survivors, how would they know this was a massacre carried out in Baal's name? How would they know the terror of the great murderer? I really suspect there might be a mole among us!"

Several people seemed to be deep in thought.

Suen shook his head with immense pain, his voice filled with contemptuous mockery: "All brawn and no brains! Looks like I'll have to do this mission alone! What a murderer!"

As expected, the group's temperature rose to red.

The hyena glared at him, "Who do you think you are, Omen of Doom? You have no right to order us around!"

"Although what you say is indeed in line with the doctrine, you are too weak, misfortune." The raven man shook his head, his eyes full of mockery.

"All we need to do is let them know who killed them before they die, you pathetic bastards!"

"So," Suen shook his head and spread his hands, "do you guys even know how to contact Baal's Reapers? Every extra word I say to you will delay Baal's great undertaking."

Upon hearing "Baal's Reaper," the group exchanged strange glances.

The wax artist raised his eyes to examine Su En, and said unhurriedly:

"Generally speaking, he will appear after completing his mission. Ah, young Nightblades, go and bring death to the great Baal!"

The group looked at Su En with strange expressions, as if they were seeing a new toy.

"Come on! My dear brother! Let's join this murder!" The raven man changed his cold attitude and became as enthusiastic as fire, giving him a hard rub on the shoulder.

while walking,

Suen realized that he was surrounded by four people, and if the Baal assassin wanted to make a move, he would be facing four blades at the same time.

Well, if nothing unexpected happens, it must be the situation he least wanted to see.

His identity has been exposed.

Strange, from which sentence did his identity begin to be revealed?

A thought suddenly flashed through Suen's mind: Could it be that Baal's Reaper is among the four of them?

But he didn't recognize him!

Hey!

Given the current situation, the four assassins would never let him go.

Running away might save your life, but that's the mindset of the weak!

Moreover, the fact that the four of them didn't act at the same time might be because they wanted to offer him to Baal as dessert.

He still has a chance.

The Flame's Marvelous Shipping Company is not only home to Baal the Assassin, but also the territory of various captains.

In a magical world, the ocean is as unpredictable as a storm, and a captain without real skills cannot lead a ship across the sea.

Every captain is a strong person in himself.

Moreover, he did need Baal's Reaper's memories of the Murder Tribunal.

A moment later, Suen boarded the deck of the Mermaid. A dozen or so shipwrights and sailors were still busy on the ship, their cargo being cold iron cages that bound exotic beasts from the Churt Rainforest.

If all goes well, these beautiful beasts will appear in the royal viewing gardens, the mages' research rooms, and the nobles' private gardens in a few days.

"Who goes there?" A bronze-skinned sailor wiped the sweat from his brow and turned around to find the people boarding the ship.

"Let's get started!"

Throwing knives and crossbow bolts, accompanied by deadly whistles, streaked across the air with a chilling white light.

Before the busy sailors and crew could react, puffs of blood mist rose from their bodies, and their screams and cries of pain shattered the silence of the deck.

The Baal assassin grinned maliciously as he vanished into the night, wielding his demonic blade and unleashing a wanton massacre.

People fell like ears of wheat, their blood staining the deck red as they surged toward the rolling waves.

"Are you satisfied?" the wax artist whispered behind Suen, like a ghost.

Su En pursed her lips and slowly turned her gaze away.

The bandages on the wax artist's body were removed, revealing a body covered in runes and a demonic blade radiating a murderous aura.

"This blade is known as the Black Blade, possessing the power to sever souls from their bodies! Only Baal's Reapers can receive this gift!"

Within minutes, more than a dozen bodies were left on the ship.

Haliya grabbed a white man by the filthy braid and dragged him to the wax artist.

She licked her lips, looking at Su En defiantly, as if measuring how many seconds it would take for a dagger to pierce Su En's chest.

The wax artist said slowly, "Just like you said, we need to leave the survivor so that he knows who brought about his current predicament."

The sailor stared at the corpse on the ground, his pale face showing a look as if he were about to cry. Luck was on his side; he never expected to be the one who survived by sheer luck.

Just as he was secretly rejoicing,

A foul-smelling bandage, like a venomous snake, crawled up his body and wrapped around his cheek.

"Spare me..."

Before he could finish his cry for help, his face was blocked.

The wax artist glared maliciously at Suen, laughing as he said, "He will be blind, mute, and deaf. Every breath he takes will remind him of today's tragedy! It's all thanks to you!"

The bandage burst into flames, the scalding heat melting flesh and blood, as if melting flesh and blood like wax.

The surviving sailors let out a blood-curdling scream.

Click!

Suen cut open the bandages, took out the healing potion, and poured it on the sailor.

The medicine evaporated rapidly, turning into wisps of bitter odor in the air.

However, it was all beyond repair; the sailor convulsed like a stranded fish, growing weaker and weaker.

Click!

Suen closed his eyes, snapped the poor man's neck, and ended his suffering.

"Murder is no difficult thing!" the wax artist exclaimed. "Just like what you do to poor misfortune!"

Suen looked at the wreckage on the ground with a dejected expression, a bitter smile on her face.

This was his first murder.

"Once you feel life slipping through your fingers, you'll understand the true meaning of murder. Killing is both a pastime and a duty."

The wax artist extended his hand towards Suen, "Since you were able to kill misfortune, then you will be him from now on! Welcome to serve the great murderer, the one who rejoices in killing."

The group looked at Su En with curiosity, as if watching to see what choice he would make.

Both logically and emotionally, Su En should agree.

Even if it's just feigned service, there are many benefits. In the short term, he can gain the trust of a few people and not have to worry about his safety for the time being. In the long term, he might be able to infiltrate the murder trial.

"Serving the great murderer?" Suen sighed.

At night, several Baal assassins, unable to see Suen's expression, instinctively felt that something was amiss.

"But I refuse!"

Can he accept the cries of the dead with a clear conscience and without any emotion?

Even if it's only temporary!

Even if the benefits outweigh the drawbacks!

The evil has already been committed; he cannot afford to feign compliance with these vicious individuals!

The wax artist's face gradually darkened. He raised his hand and waved it forward, "You lot, go deal with the important figures on the Mermaid. We can't delay the Grim Reaper's important business!"

The three Baal assassins vanished into the darkness in an instant.

The wax artist gripped the magic blade tightly, and from his arm, several waxy arms extended to hold the hilt.

[Wax Art: Bocha Adhesive Wax]

Man and demonic blade are fused into one.

"You pathetic, weakling! You have no idea what you're missing!"

With a disdainful look, he pulled a burning candle wick from his chest with his other hand, and a surging wave of fire wrapped around the demonic blade as he swung it toward Suen's head.

【Candle Art: Long Whip with Candle Wick】

Bang!

The staff blocked the attack!

Raging flames engulfed Su En's entire body, igniting his clothes and revealing his perfectly sculpted, godlike figure.

Suen's entire body was crimson red, and every hair on his body flew wildly without wind. With a slap, he produced a thunderous sound. Suen then transformed his hand into a claw, grabbed the wax artist's head, and shoved it forcefully to the ground.

[The Mage's Hand]

Bang bang bang!

A series of sounds of deck breaking echoed from the ship.

On board the Mermaid, the sailors clearing the floodwater stared in disbelief at the large hole that had suddenly appeared in the ceiling.

Then his gaze fell on a pool of waxy, foul-smelling substance on the ground.

Suddenly, dozens of bandages, like snakes, came together on their own, wrapping around a gaunt body and making it stand up again.

The sailors didn't even have time to scream.

The next second, a muscular man descended from the sky.

A burst of flame fell from the large hole in the deck, and amidst the splashing water and billowing smoke, a pair of golden-red vertical pupils suddenly shone brightly.

[Jinlong's Daily Life: Following One's True Heart is the Right Path]

[Never compromise your principles in the face of evil; the greatest acts of kindness originate from the smallest changes. In this decadent age, perseverance remains steadfast.]

Kill this villain!

[Reward: Praise for Noble Morality +1]