I'm really not a dragon.

Families in fantasy worlds often have an inexplicable fascination with extraordinary beings.

Or rather, it is precisely because of the existence of extraordinary beings.

They offer their offspring to dragons, demons, monsters, giants, or even the filthy beings of darkness, allowing blasphemous or sublime magic to permeate their bloodlines, thus forming warlock families.

Duke Dillard was a businessman, and that's why he knew that the most profitable business in the world was having offspring.

Bloodline, offspring, and family form a vast and indestructible hub of interests.

So, he was craving it, craving what flowed in Suen's veins.

A single drop of blood can heal all living beings regardless of the cost. In fact, after being stained with Su En's blood, his long-lost virility was revived, and he regained his husbandly authority several times over his wife, who was not young but still had a lot of charm.

This blood was far more potent than anything he had ever seen, including the Sel God Oil and the Pampering Elixir.

"A marriage alliance?"

As expected, Suen refused, "I'm sorry, Your Grace, I don't have that plan at the moment."

"Just in case, I mean just in case, my second daughter admires you!"

"...Then she's welcome to dine at my tavern!"

"Alright! Suen, if I had achieved this much at your age, I might be even more arrogant than a king."

The Grand Duke raised his eyes slightly, not dwelling on the matter further.

"However, if you intend to live an ordinary life, the name of a hero will make your life very comfortable for the first five years; you'll find everyone friendly and kind. But if you want to climb higher, the transformation of those people will amaze you."

"That's the nature of political parties and power structures—they allow the capable to climb higher. Look at these people; everyone's watching you. But remember, in our line of work, you absolutely cannot go back on your word!"

"Su En, an unknown nobody or a world-renowned figure."

Leaving behind a meaningful smile, the Grand Duke walked toward the others.

The purpose of this funeral seems to have been distorted from the very beginning.

Among the crowd, the gazes directed at him were a mix of goodwill, malice, and ambiguous expressions.

Memory has an expiration date.

Just like Dillard said, five years is about the same amount of time it takes for a person to be grateful. He will go from being a hero of Baldur's Gate to... I heard he was once a remarkable person.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, those who were talking about him politely stopped their conversation.

As Suen was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of the tomb of Grian next to Grand Duke Flamefist.

He felt a strange sense of familiarity. The name, Grion, seemed familiar. He instinctively tightened his collar, and it seemed he understood where Big Tooth's wealth came from.

No wonder the cemetery is haunted.

It seems that Big Tooth's life as a rat was too comfortable.

Outside the cemetery,

Lisera was talking with several paladins.

Just now, a paladin casually tossed a Detect Evil spell into the crowd.

As a result, a murderer who had been on the run for many years was found. Out of respect for the deceased, the Flame Fist enforcers simply gave him a severe beating and then sent him to prison.

To prevent similar incidents from happening again

The mages have set up spells here to evade detection, such as spells that detect good and evil or factions, which are temporarily disabled.

The paladins seemed particularly uncomfortable, so they stood in a position far away from the crowd.

Seeing Suen approach, Lisela Spidershadow nodded slightly to him: "Look at your little daughter! I've taken good care of her, haven't I? Look how happy she is!"

Following behind Lysera Spider Shadow was Orin, dressed in a strawberry pink bubble princess dress, looking like a doll.

Her delicate features carried an air of arrogance, like a noble princess who had stepped out of the palace.

[Silver Dragon's Daily Life: Parenting Starts with Everyday Courtesy]

As a young silver dragon, a mentor and guiding light for future heroes, now try teaching your little hero to greet others!

[Reward: Praise for Lofty Morality +1, Heart of Snow Elixir +1]

"Say thank you to Aunt Lisella!"

Suen patted Orin's head.

"..."

Orin looked up to see Lysera Spider Shadow with a beaming, maternal smile. Orin looked down to see a bubble dress that was indescribably ugly.

She clenched her teeth and whispered, "Thank you!"

That's strange! There's no reward notification, what does that mean?

Suen ruffled Orin's hair. "Speak louder, Aunt Lisela can't hear you!"

"Go easy, don't hit the child!" Lisela said with a sly smile, her eyes narrowed.

"Thanks!"

Olin's teeth were almost grinding sparks out of them.

[Silver Dragon's Daily Life: Parenting Starts with Everyday Courtesy]

[Rewards: Praise of Noble Morality +1, Heart of Snow Elixir +1]

[Silver Dragon's Daily Life: Child Education Begins with Knowledge Education]

As a young silver dragon, a mentor and guiding light for future heroes, now try to teach your little hero the correct view of dragon history!

[Reward: Praise for Lofty Morality +1, Heart of Snow Elixir +1]

Ah!

Suen is also completely clueless about history; it seems he needs to brush up on his knowledge.

"What are you talking about?"

After setting the goal, Suen asked.

Lisella shrugged. "It's about the Knights!"

"The Knights?" Suen asked, puzzled.

One of the Asmo paladins, a comrade-in-arms from the battle against Raphael, smiled and said, "Actually, most of us came here because of Grand Duke Flamefist. Learning from a legendary paladin will help us better understand our oath and the path ahead."

"Now that Grand Duke Flamefist is dead, some people are preparing to leave Baldur's Gate to see other places, such as joining the Knights."

Another paladin who resembled Geralt chimed in, "As for us, we plan to help the people here rebuild their homes. We haven't made any plans for what comes after... perhaps we'll join the Knights!"

The path of the paladins is a path full of temptations; once they stray from the right path, their power diminishes.

To hone their minds and go further on their journey, they would choose to join knightly orders. These orders were typically sponsored by nobles and were beloved by the people. Few paladins became adventurers, because of their oaths; they often turned their swords against greedy companions during missions.

"Lisera, what about you?"

"I want to build a temple to Illidan in the outer city," the drow elf said frankly. "Seeing Baal's resurrection, I wonder, if gods can be resurrected, then can Illidan also return from the dead?"

As someone who actually experienced it firsthand, Suen knows just how difficult it is to resurrect a god.

Seeing Suen's hesitant expression, Lisela Spider Shadow whispered, "And you, Suen? Everyone's talking about you?"

Suen's eyes flickered. "Someone told me I have a very high chance of becoming a candidate for councilor!"

"The Baldur's Gate council elections are non-partisan in the Lower City; it's all about who has the highest public support... You were elected without a doubt."

"Should we only consider the voice of the people?"

Su En was a little confused. Wasn't this just like being a celebrity?

Before becoming a leader, Zesheng was a popular comedian who had even performed comedy for Putin.

Is he about to be promoted to a high-ranking official in the political arena so quickly?

"No, there's still the ability!" another paladin replied. "If you want to take this path, the first thing you need to do is build good relationships with the nobles of the Upper City. Because..."

"Councilors, especially those from the Lower City district, must be able to prove themselves and bring a better future to Baldur's Gate!"

"You need to possess problem-solving abilities... the power behind you, your personal strength and intelligence, even good luck! These all count as your abilities!"

Suen asked, puzzled, "What specific problem needs to be solved?"

A paladin wearing a horned helmet crossed his arms and said, "The first step, the simplest step, is for people to vote and choose their three most popular candidates."

"You'll have about three months to prepare for all of this—future speeches, charity events, even business plans—you need to gain wider recognition. Of course, your opponents will attack you, frame you, slander you, fabricate stories, or even worse, assassinate you!"

This is so Baldur's Gate, Suen thought to himself, it sounds no different from most elections.

"After that, the three most popular candidates will be selected as councilor candidates. The real test for you has arrived!"

Another burly paladin said with great interest, "The topic!"

"A challenge prepared for you by the Dukes, with the High Council members working hand in hand!"

problem?

Suen asked, "Could you be more specific?"

The paladins exchanged glances.

A paladin born into privilege frankly stated, "The current issues may be the reconstruction of Baldur's Gate, or the once-every-twenty-year Sea Queen's Wave Festival."

Suen glanced subconsciously at the city ruins.

Rebuilding Baldur's Gate in three months is incredibly difficult; the battle between the Saints of Bane and the First Heaven nearly destroyed the East Road district and the Haita district.

Even if all the rats under Suen's command went out to fight and worked day and night, it was still not guaranteed that they could fix it.

"It sounds like the Sea Queen's Wave Festival is easier!"

Su En seemed to be deep in thought.

Several paladins who knew the inside story couldn't help but shake their heads and said, "The Sea Queen Ambori symbolizes the capricious sea. If the Wave Festival is not prepared well, a tsunami awaits Baldur's Gate."

Damn, no wonder he's the Sea God of the Chaotic Faction!

"And the Wave Festival isn't so easy to prepare," Lisella sighed. "Each Wave Festival requires at least one legendary offering, either the King of the Forest or the Great Whale of the North Sea."

The king of the forest is generally a legendary beast with high intelligence and a size that breaks through the limits of human physical development.

The latter is a legendary creature favored by the demigod Velco, the captain of the waves, and is hailed as a giant whale, a miracle of the sea.

Hunting these two creatures means hiring a legendary adventurer party, and also means making enemies of the forest god, the demigod Vilko.

Therefore, Baldur's Gate has produced many talented individuals.

Lisela hesitated for a moment, then continued, "However, this is just speculation. In reality, everyone receives a different set of topics! Everyone's is different."

Suen roughly understood

Different topics present different levels of difficulty; killing a young dragon is much more difficult than clearing out a bandit camp.

Therefore, cultivating good relationships with the elites in the Upper City means being able to obtain simpler issues.

"Have there been people in history who abandoned their agendas?" Suen asked.

"It has happened before in history," Paladin Asmo couldn't help but say. "The Sea Queen decided to unleash a tsunami to destroy Baldur's Gate, and whoever received this issue immediately withdrew from the race for council!"

Suen paused for a moment, then asked, "And then what happened?"

"The tsunami almost flattened the lower city and outer city. Except for the Twin Songs district, it took almost half a year for the rest of the city to be rebuilt to its original state. Of course, the councilor candidate who gave up on the issue was eventually found to have turned into a corpse demon."

Hey!

Suen admired the bold person who abandoned the topic.

"Once you enter the High Council, you will be the rightful master of this city, sharing power with the four dukes and nine councilors." Lysera shrugged. As a drow, she was naturally sensitive to power, and she couldn't help but ask, "What is your choice?"

choose,

Suen looked up at the gray sky.

Su En stated frankly, "My first half of life as an ordinary person has been long enough. Now, I want to experience the taste of power!"

Boom!

Lisela curled her fingers and tapped Suen's forehead seriously. "Be a good person, Suen."

Suen smiled but said nothing more. If he could, he hoped this city could become different.

The end of the funeral.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, the dirges and weeping still lingered in the city.

Suen led Orin to lay a bouquet of flowers at the tombstone of Grand Duke Flame Fist, and said to Orin, "You should call him uncle!"

Orin nodded, somewhat bewildered, and respectfully said, "Uncle!"

Suen sighed, "Duke Apodel, your funeral is not lonely. Although you were not a true blood relative, and there was only one of you, may you rest in peace."

Looking up, Ms. Odelle and Vera, both wearing black veils, stood in the middle of the cemetery, offering flowers to several old tombstones.

Ms. Odelle's eyes lit up with surprise as she smiled and asked, "Sun! And who is this?"

"Olin! Say hello, quick!"

Feeling the strong push from behind, Orin reluctantly greeted them.

"Good girl!"

Odelle took off the magic necklace from her neck and put it around Orin's neck. Like a kind old grandmother, she held Orin's little hand and began to ask him about his health, "Why are you so thin! Little Orin, is it because Suen didn't make you eat properly...? The little magic on it can remove diseases and toxins. I will only recite the incantation once..."

From small hands, then arms, and finally holding Orin in his arms like a kitten.

Olin got goosebumps.

This woman is terrifying. The look in her eyes, the expression on her face, it's like I'm her granddaughter!

Orin looked up with a pleading expression, but when she saw Suen's eyes turn into the shape of gold coins, she realized that the man in front of her was blinded by the treasure.

"Good job! Orin, make sure you drop more gold coins!"

This scene is just like when you go back to your grandparents' house for Chinese New Year and they give you a red envelope!

As for who will ultimately receive the money, it's time for Orin to understand the authentic red envelope culture.

Suen's sleeve was suddenly tugged at, and Vera lowered her voice and said, "Suen, come here for a second, I have a question for you!"

"?"

Suen followed Vera to the edge of the cemetery.

Seeing that no one was around, Vera asked, "Tasha's Laughter Spell, who invented this magic?!"

This really stumped Suen, the "mage". Tasha's Laughter, does such a spell even exist?

Why are you asking this?

"She's the only person I know who can save Mom! Tasha!"