I'm really not a dragon.

"Tasha? What's that?"

Inside the Dragon's Gourmet Tavern

Upon hearing Suen's question, the dwarf instinctively opened the Book of Dwarf Hatred, trying to find Tasha's name among the vast list of enemies.

Then he saw a page of text: "The Witch Queen, Igvelfol, from the plane of Os, once turned the hellish thief Ogre Strongstone into an immortal frog, and is therefore listed in the Book of Hatred..."

The dwarf scratched his head. Why did searching for Tasha bring up the witch queen Igvelfur?

"Tasha is probably a woman's name, possibly a little girl's, something like Elsa or Bao'er, a nickname."

Aurelia lay slowly in the trolley, turning her bandaged head to hold up a glass of wine filled with ice and sprinkled with mint leaves. "This drink is sweet and sour, it tastes pretty good. What's it called?"

"Iced lemonade!"

Suen said very sincerely, "You're injured, drink less."

"Ah, you're concerned about me? Thank you, darling. In that case, I'll have another drink!"

Upon hearing this, several glossy, silver-white mice emerged from the kitchen, with slices of candied lemon floating above their heads. As night fell, the Moonlight Mice's intelligence grew, and they were now able to perform simple tricks like the Wizard's Hand with ease.

"Tasha? That name sounds familiar?"

The northern barbarian crossed his arms and looked serious.

The barbarian's bald head was adorned with a crown in the style of an elf, inlaid with garnets that could resonate with the mechanical parrot on his shoulder, allowing the parrot to mimic his every word.

To thank the hero who saved the city, the dwarf mechanic created a talking machine specifically for the northern barbarians, temporarily resolving the tragedy of the hero becoming mute.

As for the cost, it's that it sounds even more dialectal. The northern barbarians are drifting further and further away from the path of wandering poets.

"Suen, I think I've found a clue?"

"What clue?"

Just as Suen was about to walk over and ask the dwarf, Alleria took a sip of her iced lemonade and said with a disdainful look, "As far as I know, before the Year of Thunder, the dwarf race had no mages. After the Year of Thunder, only a very small number of dwarf twins have given birth to rare mages!"

Bang!

The dwarf slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Impossible! Dwarves are born mages! Since ancient times, there have been geomancers and rune masters. They are all powerful mage lineages!"

"Never heard of you. Are you a geomancer?" Aurelia shook her head.

"I am a monk from the Scribe Society!"

"The Scriveners?" Aurelia stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Why can't the Book of Hatred be considered book magic?" the dwarf said matter-of-factly.

"Quiet down, both of you!" Suen interrupted their argument just in time. "Brian, what's your lead?"

The dwarf stroked his thick book of hatred, a startling wisdom gleaming in his triangular eyes: "Listen, Sun, I searched for Tasha, but the first thing that came up was someone named Igvelfol. Isn't that strange?"

"Igville, is that Tasha?"

"The Dwarf's Book of Hatred is infallible!" With an almost obsessive confidence in their race, the dwarves declared proudly, "We dwarves are unparalleled in our ability to hold grudges! We will never forget a single enemy!"

What's there to be proud of?

Sun remained skeptical.

Based on what Ethel said before her death, the Lady of the Silver Mirror was at least a fairy lord, so Tasha might also be a fairy lord.

The world has little concept of fairy lords.

To put it another way, they are on the same level as Abyss Lords and Great Demons, or even far surpass them, because Abyss Lords and Great Demons can die. But Fairy Lords, barring any unforeseen circumstances, are immortal and eternally youthful.

Tasha's maniacal laughter does indeed resemble magic that fairies would create.

Is Tasha really Igville, or is she someone else?

"How about issuing the mission?" Aurelia suddenly asked.

Are you hiring adventurers to search for Tasha's whereabouts?

"Do you know any reliable adventurers?" Suen asked.

Aurelia thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I know more assassins."

That would be terrible.

However, when it comes to adventurers, Suen does have some ideas.

Baldur's Gate does not have an Adventurers' Guild.

Ultimately, the problem lies in the fact that adventure missions are essentially one-off deals, making it extremely difficult to hold anyone accountable.

Some of the missions assigned to adventurers are malicious, such as sending them to be killed by a cult, or deliberately concealing the difficulty of the mission, leading to the complete annihilation of the adventurers.

Secondly, the quality of adventurers varies greatly, and it is all too common for them to give up halfway through because they find the task too difficult.

Moreover, professionals possess physical abilities that surpass those of ordinary people. If they were to retaliate against the ordinary people who issued the missions, who could possibly stand it?

"Aurelia, you've really given me a wake-up call!"

Suen found a wooden board and wrote down the first quest in the Dragon and Gourmet Tavern: "Bounty Quest: Find the creator of Tasha's Laughter spell."

"Reward: A rare magic dagger and 200 gold."

Suen originally intended to write two thousand, but thinking of the impoverished warehouse, she silently erased a zero.

Aurelia squinted and sized her up for a moment. "The devil's tip used to do this kind of thing. But we did a rather simple job! How about you give this task to me?"

These followers of the devil sometimes also work as assassins.

Su En thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said,

"Wait, I have some things to prepare!"

The idea was brewing in Suen's mind. The Adventurers' Guild failed to be established mainly because it was too difficult to hold people accountable. No one was ethical, and trust became a mere formality.

Ultimately, it comes down to the lack of sound laws.

If this responsibility could be transferred to the gods, the problem would seem much simpler.

The tavern basement

Suen grabbed the rope and slid down for about several dozen meters before landing steadily.

The surroundings were dark.

Suen raised his hand, a bandage bent into an arc, and with a strong clench, three balls of transparent flame spread outwards, illuminating the ruins of the dungeon.

In the dungeons of Baldur's Gate, glowing moss hangs overhead, illuminating a world unlike any other. Unlike the sewers of conventional imagination, this place is silent and deep, with only the occasional splash of a ferocious monster crawling through the sewers.

They are usually petrified lizards, six-legged dragons, and the like.

After the Upper City was bombed, it seems that even more strange magical creatures escaped from the mansions that were imprisoned by layers of magic and fell into the ruins of the dungeon.

This is terrible for the rats in the dungeon ruins!

At this moment, the Mouse Kingdom is facing an attack.

Big Tooth, wearing a skeletal mask and carrying an octagonal flag on his back, stood at the highest point of the kingdom, commanding the mice in their valiant battle.

The mouse kingdom has encountered an unprecedented crisis: a slime plague has broken out!

Slimes, these terrifying enemies, seem mindless, appearing in droves. Lacking any sense of reason, they are not susceptible to the mice's mind-controlling tricks!

The mice had just defeated one group when another group, drawn by the scent, arrived.

[Warning: Abominations are invading your territory's borders.]

[There seem to be signs of a conspiracy behind this attack!]

"Mouse Mech! Activate!"

Big Tooth raised the leek high, psionic energy glowing through the seams of his mask, and shouted, "Come forth, Iron Dreadnought!"

Suddenly, a living, breathing suit of armor leaped out of the pool. This guardian armor had been violently modified by the rats at some point. Wielding a spinal hammer in its left hand and a wooden shield in its right, it charged towards the slime!

"Our kingdom is in imminent danger!"

Big Tooth screamed, "Charge, warrior!"

The modified knight mech swung its weapon, hammer after hammer, its bone-spine hammer smashing the slimes into unrecognizable shapes. Despite the mech's ferocity, it couldn't withstand the sheer number of slimes.

The animated armor was slowly swallowed up by the slime from the ankles, and it looked like it was about to collapse.

Suddenly, one by one, the rotting rats, as if sacrificing their lives for righteousness, ripped off the knight's mask, leaped off the mech, and shouted "Long live!" before falling into the swarm of slimes and exploding with a bang.

The mouse kingdom is in imminent danger.

at this time,

A chilling breath of frost swept across the battlefield, freezing the chaotic scene inch by inch. The once bravely advancing slimes turned into hard, jelly-like balls.

Before long, it lost its ability to move and turned into a real jelly dumpling.

"Great Dragon Lord!"

Big Tooth knelt down with gratitude, and a group of mice knelt down devoutly, kissing the dust at Suen's feet.

"Wait a minute, something's strange?"

Suen squinted at the slime ball that was fixed in place. Suddenly, a round slime ball moved, and the icy shell on its surface shattered inch by inch.

Suen drew his staff and hurled it at the slime ball like a javelin.

Whoosh!

The staff swept through the slime with a sharp, whistling sound, piercing the frozen shell as easily as piercing tofu, and embedding itself in the soil.

Suen poked the slime, tapped its hard shell, and after a while, he finally understood what it was.

"Anima Slime?"

These things are monsters that are usually created when the creation of gargoyles and artificial life forms fails due to accidental failures. They were probably pets kept by some alchemy workshop, which ended up accidentally falling into the ruins of a dungeon.

Poor jelly dumplings.

Suen was in mourning when a message appeared on the panel.

[Hint: A rare victory! The Abomination Slime horde has lost their leader, and your Skaven army has achieved a remarkable triumph.]

Should they be converted into slaves?

"?"

Need I say more?

Suen made her order.

[Please pay 5 points of High Morality Praise; elite units (Mind Slime) receive an additional 1 point.]

"?"

Suen blinked, his expression somewhat ferocious. He only had 25 points of praise for high morality, and he had spent 6 points in one go.

No, being a dragon requires a conscience! A conscience, please!

I reluctantly paid 6 points of praise for my high moral character.

On the altar of Bahamut, far away in the murder trial, the once neglected site was now overgrown with cobwebs, and white-browed, long-clawed spiders scurried about with unbridled abandon. These spiders probably never imagined that one day, the holy emblem beneath their feet would gradually begin to glow.

The divine, radiant power, like a pillar of fire, ignites spider silk and spiders.

The slimes on the ground gradually broke free of the ice, undergoing a wondrous transformation. Their grayish bodies began to become transparent, and the mark of Bahamut emerged from within them.

"Owner……"

Faint thoughts echoed in Su En's mind.

Suen closed his eyes, feeling as if he could sense these slimes.

In particular, the anima slime underwent the most significant change, transforming into a pale blue solution without any impurities. Suen could even see the digestive sac inside the slime's body.

As elemental-like organisms, they also have body structures, but their body structures are different from those of most carbon-based organisms.

As the slime gradually became transparent, Sun saw something familiar and beloved.

Gold!

[Hate Slime]

[Racial Trait: Dissolving, Digesting]

Slimes can eat almost anything, and this particular type of slime especially loves soil. Unfortunately, they cannot break down minerals in the soil.

Suen's eyes turned into the shape of gold coins; perhaps these guys could be used to pan for gold!

Through simple thought exchange

Sun roughly understood why these slimes had come here.

I can't live anymore!

When father and son clashed, the monsters suffered.

These slimes were living peacefully in the dungeon when, after the battle between Baal and his son, a group of burrowing worms fell into the dungeon ruins.

Slime monsters happen to be one of their food sources.

Not long ago, Suen used fossils to turn mud into stone and transformed the Rat Kingdom. Combined with the natural effects of the Dragon's Nest, the soil here is of exceptionally good quality and is mixed with a lot of magic.

To the slime, it's like a sandwich cookie.

Food, coupled with the threat of predators, led to a massive migration of slimes.

After understanding the cause and effect,

Suen became somewhat uneasy. He vaguely remembered that the group of scoundrels in the upper city seemed to be raising Eye Demons in their own manor.

Yes,

What ordinary people see as monsters are no different from monsters, but to the elite, they become pets kept to highlight their status.

In the Sword Coast area, there are many adventurer groups that do this: capture griffins, capture unicorns, and even capture dragon cubs.

It doesn't matter how dangerous the monster is, what matters is how rare it is!

Rarity means high price!

Having resolved the slime crisis, who knows when a new crisis might arise.

The dragon's nest must be built as soon as possible.

Suen focused his mind, and the attribute panel of the Mind Slime slowly unfolded before his eyes.

Strength 12, Agility 8, Constitution 16, Intelligence 10, Perception 6, Charisma 2

【characteristic:】

Pseudolimbs, the amorphous body of a slime, can inflict mild acid damage on enemies.

Mind Shatter, a spell with a 60-meter radius that deals moderate mind damage to a single creature visible to the Mud Golem. The casting level is approximately equivalent to a level 10 mage.

Mind Backlash: When a slime fails to counter a spell, there is a chance that it will cause a mind backlash to the caster.

10 points of intelligence, comparable to a human!

This is practically a Bahamut hint!

[The Path to Dragon Lord, Stage Six: The Nesting Story of Gold Dragons, Silver Dragons, Brass Dragons, Copper Dragons, and Bronze Dragons]

In this dark age, as a dragon, you, like your ancestors, have acquired your own territory. In this era, only endless wars await you. Wise as you are, you should consider building a lair to secure your land.

【Task Requirements:】

[Your treasure vault's value has been increased to 10,000 gold, and you have obtained a divine artifact (the artifact's value is not currently included in the treasure vault's value). Completed.]

[The number of priests required to train the Dragon God must be no less than three. (Incomplete)]

[The birth rate of your subjects has been raised to at least 2.5; this has been achieved.]

[Reward: Grant your lair a permanent magical ability and unlock the Artisan Tradition Temple]