I'm really not a dragon.

Infinite loop

The price Odelle paid was far higher than she had imagined. She was a good being now, but at some point in the future, after the fourteen-year time limit had passed, she would uncontrollably turn into a witch, a dark and ruthless evil being.

She would not hesitate to sacrifice her offspring to ascend to the status of "mother" or even "grandmother" among witches. Ironically, however, the transformed Ms. Odelle shed her witch-like nature and constantly regretted her lack of offspring.

Unfortunately, her remorse was genuine, and the crimes she committed were real.

The Daughter of the Mirror truly lives up to her name as a demon.

Both his resurrected perfumer and the Flame Fist Grand Duke warned Suen to stay away from that half-winged elf, but it seemed that he had already made a wish.

What is his wish? And what will be the price he pays?

Suen's expression was blank. He asked, "Those girls... they weren't actually killed by the Baal assassins, were they?"

Odelle nodded, remaining silent.

"Can you tell me what my purpose was in doing this? And what exactly is the purpose of perfume—"

The system notification indicated that he had been affected by the Mirror Maiden ritual, resulting in a terrifying ten-point reduction in his charm value.

If each perfume stick represents a dead girl, then...

"Every bottle of perfume represents a soul; you have extracted the most precious qualities from that soul."

"And I hope to imbue these qualities into a divine being. To cultivate a kind personality deep within her malice and resentment, a being who is inherently good, who knows what kindness, compassion, and love are. To make it a god of wishes... a being that has no malice toward mortals, only goodwill."

Suen was shocked. First, he was surprised by the original owner's ambition, and second, he was surprised that he actually did it and really wanted to create a god.

A god who is kind to mortals and grants their wishes!

"Can something created through evil means for greedy purposes truly be a good thing?"

Suen couldn't help but ask a question.

His desire was driven by greed from the very beginning, and his methods were despicable from the start. How could anything he created be benevolent? Thinking of this, Su En felt the perfume in his hand grow heavier and heavier. He wanted to destroy this potion and the God of Desire who was about to be born.

But a voice inside me asked, "What if the God of Wishes is real? What if we could really create a deity that can grant wishes without paying any price?"

Odelle grasped Suen's hands and gently shook her head: "My sisters coveted the power of the Mirror Maiden, and feared the price to pay. So, they took advantage of your kindness, used you, to create a God of Wishes... I'm sorry, I once hoped to see a kind, flawless deity born, born to end suffering, to bring joy and liberation to the world."

A storm seemed to rise in my mind.

Suen covered her forehead and sighed, "So, I made this wish for you?"

Odelle nodded, looking sadly at Suen, "Also for the sake of this child."

He looked at Vera, the child of Lady Odelle, who, according to the ritual of the Daughter of the Mirror, was destined to die.

The girl seemed to sense something, stubbornly shaking her head. "I absolutely refuse to believe that Mom will turn into a monster. I will stay with her, and stay with her until she becomes normal again!"

Ha ha,

Suen could only manage a bitter smile. Things were gradually becoming clear. It turned out that from the very beginning, no one had been wrongly accused. Perhaps out of guilt or a desire to punish Suen, the Flame Fist Duke framed him, causing him to leave Baldur's Gate and head to the Churt Peninsula.

Suen asked, "Ms. Odelle, do you really believe in the God of Wishes?"

Two lines of clear tears rolled down Audrey's fair, jade-like cheeks.

"I hope it's true, I only have hope left to rely on!" Audrey hugged Vera tightly and said, "Sun, do whatever you want. If I turn back into the hag, kill me!"

Ugh,

A sigh rose in my heart.

Suen closed his eyes, still unaware of the price he would pay.

But he clearly remembered the first words the Drow Paladin said to him, "Shun Sidler is dead," but compared to the price Odelle and the Ghost Captain paid, it was far too little.

He suddenly remembered something: the perfume the witch had given him was scented with hatred, not pity or kindness. What kind of kind scent could be extracted from those girls who were cruelly murdered?

Thinking about this, Su En felt a chill run down his spine.

What if his real price is that after doing all that, he creates an evil god?

"Audrey, what about the other perfumes?" Suen asked.

Ms. Odelle sighed softly, her gaze gradually hardening. "I know where they are."

The perfume was actually hidden in his storage room. Under the pillow where the money was hidden, by lifting the wooden boards, one could see a potion radiating a magical light, wrapped in crystal containers.

"Despair," "Regret," "Pain," "Sorrow"... Bright words appeared on the screen, along with a bottle of hatred in his hand. These perfumes perfectly extracted the most painful emotions of a soul. If these perfumes were mixed together, what would be born in the end is self-evident.

In contrast, the "Perfume of Love" he possessed, obtained from the ghost captain, was an anomaly. Perhaps the original owner of this body had a hidden story with the ghost captain's daughter, leading to the unexpected result of the final perfumery.

[The Daily Life of a Bronze Dragon: Saving the Innocent is the Daily Routine of a Metal Dragon]

The souls of ten young girls are sealed within an evil ritual. The righteous metal dragon cannot stand idly by; it is time to save their souls!

[Rewards: Praise for High Morality +1, Gold-Eating Elixir +1]

"Sun, have you made up your mind?" Audrey looked at him with concern. She guessed what Sun was planning to do, but looking at the perfumes, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Ms. Odelle, I will find a way to rid you of your witch-like nature, but definitely not in this way."

Ask the system, ask the Dragon God, there's always a way!

"That's good!"

Suen tossed the fragrance of love into the perfume bottle, opened his mouth, and bursts of flame erupted from it. Bottles of perfume shattered from the heat, releasing a mesmerizing and fantastical aroma. Amidst the dancing flames, bewildered young girls' faces danced and soared in the fire before vanishing in sorrow.

Evil is evil, and no matter the purpose, it should not exist in the world.

The ritual for the Daughter of the Silver Mirror has been disrupted.

Your charm value has been restored after the deduction.

Beams of light entered Su En's body, and the unremarkable model began to gradually reveal its unique charm.

Next is the daughter of the silver mirror. If she continues to exist, other innocent people will suffer.

At this moment, the sky gradually brightened, and the night had passed.

If Suen remembers correctly, the paladins seem to be planning to resurrect Grand Duke Flamefist, which means they are very likely at Grand Duke Flamefist's mansion right now.

Just as Su En was pondering, a soft, large hand suddenly brushed across the top of Su En's head, its five fingers digging into his thick, black hair.

Audrey ruffled Suen's hair until it was a mess, a motherly smile on her face. "I always feel lucky to have met you. Children can do things that adults can't!"

Tsk,

Suen moved Odelle's hand away with displeasure: "Don't treat me like a child, Ms. Odelle."

Looking at Vera, who seemed a little jealous, Suen felt a sense of satisfaction for some reason.

"Just this once!" Suen raised his head arrogantly.

After saying that, he left the Audel perfume shop.

Watching Suen's retreating figure, Vera, like a timid kitten, asked hesitantly, "Mommy, why didn't you stop him? What if a wish-granting god really could be born?"

"I have no reason to ask him to continue doing the wrong thing."

"But my brother might be very happy about it."

In the witch's notoriously malevolent process of reproduction, there is an extremely small chance of giving birth to male infants known as "ghost babies." These poor infants are killed by the inherently evil witch at birth. Almost none survive, which is why, in the public's perception, witches typically give birth to female infants. Of course, these secrets have been passed down because of a lower-dimensional branch of witches called the Night Witches. They associate with demons and hunt the souls of mortals in the wastelands flowing with the River Styx. Perhaps due to their demonic nature, a very small number of ghost babies among the Night Witches manage to survive.

Odelle didn't say anything, only let out a bewildered sigh, "Vera, I'm tired."

"OK!"

Vera nodded obediently. She prepared a broom and sweeper, intending to clean up the places Suen had damaged.

At that moment, in the crystal box after the fire had burned, a drop of colorful, psychedelic fragrance caught her eye, like a dewdrop on a lotus leaf, rolling among the crystal shards.

Vera glanced at Ms. Odelle's retreating figure, then carefully and silently took out a syringe to catch the drop of perfume.

[The Bronze Dragon's Daily Life: Saving the Innocent is the Metal Dragon's Daily Routine Completed]

[Rewards: Praise for High Morality +1, Gold-Eating Elixir +1]

[Gold-Swallowing Mixture]

[Effect: After consuming the potion, your age level will slightly increase, and you will temporarily gain the ability to absorb valuable items such as jewels, gold, and silver. Depending on the value of the wealth you consume, you will be temporarily unleashed with super-powerful amplification, gaining up to three times your size, three times your defense, and three times your weight.]

Damn, it really is a gold-devouring potion!

In other words, he became a larger, more resilient guy.

At this moment, carriages were traveling through the streets of the Upper City, bathed in the morning light. The prominent figures of the Upper City, the former lord of Belgost, the high priest of the Brass Palace, and the agent of the Flame Shipping Company—they were traveling in carriages or magical artifacts, as if they had arranged it in advance.

Nowadays, Baldur's Gate is dominated by strange and wondrous things.

Steaming golems and creaking, animated armor served as guards, dispersing idlers from the streets.

Thorin Silver Shield was among them, sitting in an open carriage like a noble king, frequently bowing to the crowd.

This long river of people flowed past Suen and disappeared about ten minutes later.

From the conversations around him, Suen learned that today was the day Thorlin Silver Shield was convening an unprecedented general assembly of all citizens. The location seemed to be the High Hall in the Upper City, one of the four main public council halls and the center of power in the city.