I'm really not a dragon.

"Remove the curse!"

"Remove petrification!"

"Advanced Restoration Technique!"

The priests of Wojkin, the goddess of wealth, the priests of Ambori, the goddess of the sea, and the priests of Amantana, the sun god, kneel before the statue, holding sacred symbols, chanting holy words, and golden divine grace seems to materialize and ripple along the edges of their clothing.

One divine spell after another was cast on Grand Duke Flame Fist, but nothing happened; the latter remained petrified.

A priest suggested to Urd, "There are two possibilities. First, the curse placed on the Grand Duke is too powerful for ordinary divine magic to remove."

"The second possibility is that it is some kind of more complex and sophisticated magic. After all, many powerful spells were lost forever after the magical plague."

Urd Ravengard thanked the priests and promised that the Flame Fist Mercenary Group would offer a great deal of wealth to the gods within the next one to two months.

The group regrouped and discussed what to do with the Grand Duke's statue.

Sun directed the rats to dig up the bricks and stones on the ground and unearth the statue of the Grand Duke that was connected to the road.

"Do you have any other ideas?" Suen asked, looking at everyone.

The scene became eerily quiet for a moment.

Paladins are not as skilled as priests in healing, dispelling curses, and restoring status.

Several exemplary priests expressed their inability to help, and the paladins were even more helpless.

"Perhaps we can ask the priests of Mystra for help!" the drow paladin suddenly said.

Mystra is the goddess of magic, a powerful deity whose divine status has changed hands many times. She wove the wild magic of the kingdom into a network, greatly reducing the difficulty of casting spells.

The death of this deity last caused a magical plague that swept across the kingdom.

Of course, she has now been resurrected and has revised the rules of spellcasting to prevent a magical plague from happening again.

If it is the priest of this deity, perhaps he possesses the magic to lift the Grand Duke's curse.

Another paladin tentatively asked, "Perhaps we could ask Lyra Silverhand for help?"

Lyra Silverhand is one of the chosen ones of the goddess of magic, and one of her seven daughters. She now resides in Waterdeep in Sword Coast, another large city in Sword Coast, even larger than Baldur's Gate.

Lyra Silverhand is now the open lord of this city, that is, the supreme ruler. The people of the two cities look down on each other and call each other "country bumpkins."

Urd rubbed his temples and nodded. "That mage lady might be able to help us! However, I have another idea worth trying."

The group split into two teams, with two Exemplary Paladins leading the way to Waterdeep to seek the help of Open Lord Lyra Silverhand.

The other group stayed behind to try Ould's method.

That method is in the Upper City, at the mansion of Duke Flamefist.

"The Grand Duke has a daughter! I have no intention of belittling or slandering this lady, but she has a kind of magic that can see through people's hearts! Through communication with her, one can more or less realize one's wishes."

Ould Ravengard's words echoed in the minds of several people.

The group of people wore varying expressions. Could it be that the Grand Duke's daughter possessed a powerful talent for divination and prophecy? But if the Grand Duke's daughter truly possessed extraordinary talent, it should be a good thing! Why would the Grand Duke conceal the news of his daughter?

Urd's expression was inscrutable; he didn't want to say anything more about the matter.

Sun mingled among the ranks and once again set foot in the upper city. The battle between the two legends, coupled with the resurgence of the bronze dragon undead, has plunged the entire Baldur's Gate into chaos.

The Watchers and Flamefist mercenaries of the Upper City immediately deployed troops to guard the Black Dragon Gate to prevent the rioters of the Lower City from sneaking into the Upper City during the chaos.

"Have you decided on your future nickname yet?" The drow paladin raised his arm and quietly nudged Suen.

"What?" Su En looked confused.

"Adventurers all have a resounding name. For example, when you mention Drizzt of Icewind Dale, the Friend of Mithril Hall, everyone will think of a drow ranger with a black panther by his side, wielding the dual swords Ice Death and Flash."

"How's the mouser?"

"Sounds like a druid," the drow paladin couldn't help but shake his head. "But it suits you quite well."

Shortly after,

The group arrived at the residence of Duke Flamefist. The guards here, who were originally on duty by Flamefist mercenaries, have now been replaced by two steel golems.

After informing the housekeeper of their purpose,

A group of people entered the mansion of Duke Flame Fist.

A sense of familiarity washed over Su En. He must have been here before, more than once. He stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar courtyard buildings.

Before turning into a stone statue, Grand Duke Flamefist warned him to stay away from his daughter. So why did he still follow? Was he really here to save Grand Duke Flamefist, or was he just looking for an excuse to get closer?

"Mother Leah, I would like to see Miss."

In the brown courtyard, a woman dressed in a black robe learned the whole story.

She was a woman of elven blood, with skin as white as snow and light green pupils that concealed indifference and arrogance.

As she walked, she glanced at the crowd, and when her gaze landed on Su En, the mysterious smile in her eyes turned into a faint smile.

"If the young lady wishes to see you, you will naturally be able to!"

She pushed open the gate of the manor.

Suen wondered if he had eaten too many mushrooms, as countless large patches of vibrant color covered the interior of the manor like mold. The murals, tables, chairs, cabinets, plates, sofas, and campfire had all lost their original colors.

The pale flames burned, and snowflakes drifted upwards, freezing inside the chimney.

A faint, almost imperceptible sound of laughter drifted to my ears, but upon closer inspection, it seemed as if the laughter had never actually occurred.

The group cautiously made their way upstairs, and after a moment, they were brought back to their original spot amidst a dizzying, spinning sensation.

"What's going on?!"

Several paladins opened their eyes wide and drew their weapons.

"Let's wait a bit. We'll go up after Miss recovers." Urd wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, unfazed by this situation.

Suen looked at the Drow Paladin, who understood and took out the Holy Symbol, the divine light in his hand turning into a ball of flame in the next moment.

The drow paladin's expression gradually froze: "I just cast Detect Evil, and my divine spell was twisted into a fire spell, which should be Wild Magic! Here, all divine spells and magic have a chance to fail or be transformed into other spells."

Another person knelt on the ground, holding the holy symbol in prayer.

He roared at those directly ahead, "Get out!"

His rebuke briefly dispelled the mottled colors inside the house, revealing the building's original appearance.

But in an instant, the mottled colors filled the room again.

The paladin wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "Following the path of the ancient Green Knights, my rebuke can temporarily dispel demonic and evil spirit magic. This place is filled with fairy magic, but this is the first time I've ever seen such primitive and powerful fairy magic."

Perhaps this is the real reason why the Grand Duke concealed his daughter's existence.

The group exchanged glances; this talent was simply that of a born sorcerer.

"As you've all seen, powerful fairy magic, indiscriminate in its effects, is perhaps unique to her." Urd smiled bitterly.

The group remained silent, quietly staying in place. A spellcaster of this level would have already sensed their arrival and would have shown himself if they wanted to see them.

After a long wait, the sun set and night fell over the city.

Suen leaned against the corner of the wall and dozed off for a while.

In a daze, Su En saw a scene: "He" wearing gorgeous robes walked into the room, raised his left foot and placed it on his right hand, his left hand rested on his right eye, his index finger and thumb touching, and his gaze looking out through the ring.

The world was turned upside down, and the mottled colors, like grease that had been washed away, slowly seeped into the cracks of the world, and everything returned to normal.

Su En suddenly woke up.

The drow paladin crossed his arms, looked at the dozing Suen, and said sarcastically, "Little sleepyhead, you're awake now? Looks like we should go; this lady doesn't welcome us."

"Let's come another day!" Urd sighed, preparing to walk out.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Su En standing in the same spot in a strange posture.

"What is he doing!"

The ancient sage warrior's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had thought of something:

"Have you ever heard of the Fairy Path? It's a carnival held by fairies and great fairies, like the Witchlight Carnival. Usually, fairy carnivals are protected by powerful magic, and only those who walk the right path can participate. But there are always some outsiders, lucky or unlucky, who stumble into the fairy parties."

"I've heard this story: those who mistakenly entered the banquet found that hundreds of years had passed in the human world when they left, and they themselves were old and frail."

This is a long-standing horror story in the Sword Bay area, mainly used to scare children away from going into the forest, because there are indeed some dangerous things in the forest.

The ancient sage-warrior said, "The key is the path. Only by walking the right path can you avoid the magic set by the fairies."

These paths might be an inconspicuous nut on the ground, or a tango dance on a stone; the fairy's paths are as chaotic and ever-changing as the fairy herself.

So, Suen found the fairy's path? How did this kid find it?

-

"You've arrived?"

Su En snapped out of her daze, slowly moved her stiff body, and looked up.

In a flash, he found himself on the second floor of the manor, in the living room, with a piano directly in front of him. A little further ahead was a huge stained-glass window panel.

The evening breeze drifted into the room through the gaps in the painted panels, lifting the light, gauze-like silk curtains.

[Ancient Evil Artifact Discovered: The Daughter of the Silver Mirror]

Countless pieces of relevant data flooded into Su En's mind. He clutched his head and groaned.

When he came to his senses,

A winged elf of breathtaking beauty sat gracefully on the sofa, her gaze clear and serene, like a compassionate deity watching over the world.

"Are you here to change your wish?"

The winged elf tilted its head and asked Suen.

Suen rubbed his head, trying hard to recall his memories, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember anything related to this winged elf.

"Does the Duke only have you as his daughter? Do I know you?"

"..."

"I know you, and you know me. Do you need to change your wish?"

What wishes did I make?

"A perfect partner, an eternal lover."

"..."

No, when did he make a wish? He thought his wish was something like conquering the world.

Da da da!

Footsteps sounded downstairs, and the paladins walked up to the second floor with bewildered expressions.

A moment later, the group came to their senses.

"Greetings, daughter of the duke," Urd greeted the winged elf with excitement.

He stammered as he explained his purpose, describing the misfortunes that had befallen the Flame Fist Duke.

The winged elf listened quietly, its expression calm and still, as cold as a porcelain doll.

It was as if it wasn't her father who turned into a stone statue, but a passerby.

"Is this your wish?" the winged elf asked.

Urd nodded. "Of course, my wish is to bring your father back to life!"

"Then, look into my eyes!" The winged elf revealed his silvery, mirror-like eyes.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. If the eyes are like mirrors, they will surely reflect the most sincere, passionate, and ugly desires of mortals.

Can any wish be granted?

Several paladins were itching to make a move, but in that instant, they discovered that their own power had declined.

Suddenly, several beams of holy light shone upon the woman in the silver mirror.

Several paladins swallowed hard; in their eyes, the girl emanated a rational blue aura.

In other words, this girl is neither a demon nor a monster, but an absolutely neutral being.

They were seduced by their desires and nearly lost their status as paladins.

After a long time,

Urd snapped out of his daze, suppressed his excitement, and bowed to the Daughter of the Silver Mirror.

"I know how to resurrect the Grand Duke!"

"A summoning ritual will allow me to summon the lust demon Mizora from the Nine Hells. The young lady told me how to make a deal with this demon, how to deceive him with words. As long as I do as she says, that demon will absolutely not be able to refuse my terms!"

The paladin's expression was somewhat unfriendly, and the drow paladin bluntly cursed, "Uld, you've gone mad! Making a deal with the devil! Even the gods can't save your soul!"

"Haha! I'm absolutely certain!"

Uld laughed heartily, "I know how to deceive that devil; she absolutely cannot refuse."

Suen's gaze sharpened, and she asked, "Which lady can tell me how to deceive this devil?"

Ould Ravengard patted his chest, looking excited:

"My condition for the deal is 'something I already possessed but never knew I had.' If I didn't know what I had, then I never possessed it. To have something I never possessed bring the Grand Duke back to life—I feel it's well worth it!"

Why does that sound so familiar?

No, wait,

Suen said with a strange expression, "Uld, if your wife is pregnant but you don't know it, then isn't your unborn child something you already possess but don't yet know about?"

Upon hearing this, Urd's expression changed, and he immediately shook his head, saying, "A long time ago, my wife and I separated. She hated me and wished she could kill me, so how could she have borne me a child? To this day, I am all alone."

Hear this,

Suen's expression relaxed slightly. If that's the case, then Urd Ravengard won't have to pay too high a price.

But he still felt uneasy.

"If a ceremony is to be held, it would be best to have several paladins present to oversee it."

Urd, being sensible, agreed. With several paladins present, they could banish the devil back to hell should any unfavorable situation arise.

The paladins had no reason to refuse, so they agreed.

Now all we need to do is find a venue suitable for the ceremony.

The drow paladin suddenly nudged Suen and said casually, "I heard you have a good relationship with the owner of the Audel Perfume Shop, is that true?"