I'm really not a dragon.

Although it's unclear what happened, the insect eggs seem to have become more advanced.

[Detected: Egg of an Unknown Dragon Vein Creature]

[Estimated incubation time: 4-5 days]

[A creature cultivated through a simple and brutal ritual, drawing life force from its fellow tribesmen, possesses certain characteristics of a dragon vein and may exhibit unstable mutations!]

Theoretically speaking, the insect should still be an insect after hatching.

Sun gave Big Tooth instructions to drop the egg into the warm nest wrapped in hay, and to tell the slime to stay away from it.

After finishing everything, Suen carried Orin and went through the portal back to the tavern.

It was completely dark when the stars and moon hung high in the sky. The faint sounds of wild cats meowing, bats scurrying about, and mice could be heard.

Suen put Orin back on the bed and stood on the second-floor balcony for a while in the cold wind.

The mice were still preparing food when the sound of a cleaver hitting a cutting board came from the kitchen downstairs. The dwarf and the barbarian were asleep, and even the wall panels couldn't block out their snoring.

Outside the tavern, Baldur's Gate, shrouded in darkness, is bathed in the tranquil moonlight.

The funerals in this city are over, and everything will start anew tomorrow.

Suen returned to the bedroom, stepping onto the stuffy rug. She rubbed her feet against the bird and door patterns on the rug, and then the rug began to writhe like a magical scroll, revealing long, narrow, dark cracks.

Magic Rope Technique!

The Suffocating Blanket is a construct. A long, thin magical rope is woven around its abdomen, which can create a narrow storage space.

Suen stuffed the artifact into the abdomen of the suffocating blanket.

Once he was sure no one could see him, he took off his cloak and put it on.

"Where are you going so late?"

Aurelia's voice called from outside the door. She slowly pushed her wheelchair to block the doorway, tilted her head, and narrowed her almond-shaped eyes into slits.

"Outer city, Twin Songs," Suen said.

"Where are you going and what are you going to do?"

Looking for someone?

The Twin Songs is a famous religious site in Baldur's Gate. Altars and shrines of both good and evil gods are placed there without discrimination. Even the altars of Baal or Bane are worshipped in the Twin Songs.

Theoretically, we might be able to find Bahamut's pastor somewhere.

"Who should I look for?"

"The priest of Bahamut." Sun had nothing to hide.

"So late?" Aurelia sized up Suen beneath the cloak, her gaze rising to the horns rising from his head. "So, you're turning my tavern into a temple? Please, who among the people who come here to drink wants to see a priest reciting scriptures!"

Su En, with a dark expression, gave an explanation.

Simply put, this artifact in Sun's possession requires a priest to preside over it, and that priest can only be a priest of Bahamut.

Once this artifact is activated, it will punish those who violate the contract. What Suen needs to do is use it to create one "fair" deal after another!

Just from the description, Aurelia knew that this artifact was a game-changer, capable of altering the rules of the entire adventurer's industry.

Adventurers have too much freedom; they can seamlessly blend in with bandits, cultists, and thieves, with many planning to pull off a quick heist and leave.

As a result, trust is a very scarce commodity in this industry!

Aurelia said thoughtfully,

"You mean, can I be a priest? If all dragons are this greedy... Of course, you'll have to pay me double."

Suen scrutinized Aurelia closely.

Besides the generous pay, another reason why he and Big Tooth could become priests was that they had a high concentration of dragon blood in their bodies.

In other words,

Suen handed Aurelia the last bottle of the Heart of Snow Potion he had. "Aurelia, drink this."

"What is this?"

"A bottle of Dragon's Blood Elixir?"

"Really?" Aurelia narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "It's not some kind of potion that instantly puts someone to sleep, or instills succubus-like lust, is it? Ugh, I don't hate it, but I still think it's better for these things to happen when you're awake!"

"If you're not going to drink it, give it to me!"

Su En, his face dark, tried to grab the potion.

"hey-hey!"

Aurelia tore open the bottle cap and drank the potion in large gulps.

A chilling aura suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and she seemed to have become a vortex, recklessly drawing life force from the surrounding natural environment.

Frost froze her body inch by inch, and the wounds that were difficult to heal gradually healed and were repaired.

She stood up, clenched her fist, and examined the layer of crimson ice on her elbow. "This is unbelievable!"

Old wounds have healed completely!

Aurelia said somewhat dejectedly, "If I had known, Mel wouldn't have had to leave Baldur's Gate."

Alleria and Mel had moved from Waterdeep. Alleria was seriously injured, and Mel went back to the old house to find the ancestral healing wand.

Shortly after, a long-awaited notification sound rang out.

[The seventh stage of the Path of the Dragon Lord has been completed.]

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

【Sun's Lair】

[Address: Bottom of the Eye of the Storm Tower]

[Architecture, Dragon Battle Temple, Craftsman's Temple]

[Race: Dragonvein Ratmen 0.001%, Mutant Ratmen 21%, Psionic Ratmen 13%, Corrupted Ratmen 40%, Moonlight Ratmen 25%, Abomination Slime 1%]

[Nest Abilities:]

[Chatty babies: Miniature beasts within one kilometer of the lair have magically gained the ability to understand and speak dragon language.]

[Clean Waters: The waters within a one-kilometer radius of the lair magically become cleansed. Creatures that drink from this water gain temporary life force, and the brass dragon Sun immediately becomes aware of their presence.]

【Floating Waves and Whirlpools: Creatures located within one kilometer of the nest that lack swimming ability but are skilled swimmers.】

【Breeze of the Breeze: Creatures within one kilometer of the nest will be lifted by the wind when falling and will not suffer fall damage.】

[Dream Messenger: If the Golden Dragon Sun is inside its lair, it can cast the spell of Dream Invocation, requiring no materials and using Charisma as its casting attribute. When casting this spell in this way, the Golden Dragon Sun can target any creature within a 6-mile radius.]

In the ruins of the underground city

Big Tooth raised his head, sensing the five layers of aura gradually spreading out, magically altering the surrounding environment.

The plants grew ever more lush, a thin layer of mist hung in the air, and the faint sounds of laughter from various creatures could be heard.

The dwellings where the mice lived began to exude a biological pressure unique to dragons!

"Dragon Lord, you're getting stronger and stronger!"

Da Ya sighed, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the mice happily scurrying into the river and drinking deeply of the cool water.

Even though the mice and slimes previously couldn't communicate, they miraculously became able to communicate with each other and understand each other's meaning.

"Boss!" Just then, a Moonlight Rat came running over, chattering and squealing, "There's a new temple near the altar! Boss!"

The mice looked at Big Tooth with anticipation.

"It seems to be a blessing from the Dragon Lord, let's go!" Big Tooth said confidently, leading a group of rats to the floating island in the center of the Murder Tribunal.

In the center of the island, a brand new temple had appeared.

Big Tooth curiously crawled inside, and golden runes floated above the mouse's head.

It stretched out its paw and gently touched it—

Countless pieces of knowledge flooded into Daya's mind. He could become a carpenter, a goldsmith, a chef—countless professions unfolded before Daya's eyes.

Big Tooth took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and gave the order to his underlings behind him, "Now, have all the non-combat rats come forward and receive the Dragon Lord's blessing!"

"The Dragon Lord's kingdom cannot harbor useless individuals!"

"Yes, boss!"

[Path of the Dragon Lord, Stage Seven: Dominating the Lower Level of the Storm's Eye Tower]

[Give war to the strong, rule to the weak. This is the duty of a dragon. Let every creature at the bottom know your name and accept your rule!]

【Task Requirements:】

[Eliminated the hostile six-legged dragon-serpent; incomplete]

[Eliminate hostile creatures, Warlord's Eye, incomplete]

[Destroy the legendary creeping monster, Thin Vine, incomplete]

[Defeat the two-headed ogre, knife and fork included, incomplete]

[Rewards: Third-Circle Spell Scroll, Second-Circle Spell Scroll, First-Circle Spell Scroll; Unlock: Universal Class Temple]

The long list of must-kill items made Su En's eyes dizzy. It turned out that there were so many magical creatures hidden in the underground world!

When she came to her senses, she realized that Alleria had become a priestess of Bahamut. Holding the scales, the evil aura around her had vanished, replaced by a sense of holiness and tranquility.

"My thieving abilities have been dissolved, replaced by those of a priest!"

Aurelia raised her finger, tracing a path in the air. Symbols resembling gears flickered erratically at her fingertip. "Domain of Order!"

Machinery symbolizes the ultimate order, operating eternally without deviation or error.

Everything is done; the final piece of the tavern has been completed!

-

The next day,

Alan, the owner of the Elf Song Tavern, rubbed his sore shoulders.

Yesterday, he stayed in the kitchen, cutting potatoes all night.

He counted on his four fingers. As a half-elf, his physical abilities were superior to those of ordinary people, but even so, his fingers were covered in blisters and the skin was swollen from the rubbing.

But there was nothing they could do. After the funeral, those alcoholic gluttons, who had endured it for three whole days, couldn't hold back any longer.

The thought of receiving piles of Dragon Gold Coins and Yang Gold Coins made Alan feel no pain in his hands.

Alan sat behind the bar, holding a magic quill pen, ready to face any battle—yes, battle!

It's sizzling!

The aroma of fried potatoes wafting from the kitchen boosted Alan's confidence. The Elf's recipe: fried fish and fries coated in beer batter, a favorite of countless gourmets. He would continue to win this battle between diners and chefs!

boom!

They've arrived! The guests have arrived!

A huge bald head squeezed into the morning light.

"Hello, boss!"

Alan's expression froze slightly.

The mute man spoke!

A moment later, he realized that it was the mechanical parrot on the northern barbarian's shoulder that was speaking.

He chuckled awkwardly. "Ah! It's you. You haven't given up on your bard dream after all!"

"Yes!"

The northern barbarian chuckled憨厚ly and handed over a few gold coins. "Boss, here's your performance fee for today."

Looking at the few gold coins in the northern barbarian's palm...

Alan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He suddenly had an inexplicable premonition that this money might be the only money he could earn today.

After paying, the barbarian sat in the corner and started singing.

Because it is a magical machine that can sing, the barbarian can sing continuously without needing to rest.

From morning until noon, the tavern was deserted, with only eerie singing echoing through the air!

Bang! The door was pushed open.

Alan, who had been slumped over the table looking dead, immediately straightened up and smiled: "Welcome!"

The visitor was the bard, Osim Starstruck.

He walked to the counter and looked back with a look of horror.

"The mute, is she singing now?"

"Sigh!" Alan sighed, a bitter smile on his face. "Let's not talk about that. Aren't you coming tonight?"

"The bar next door invited me to sing there," Osim Star said somewhat embarrassedly. "I was going to refuse, but they offered me way too much money."

"Next door?" Alan asked with a gloomy face.

"That's... Dragon's Gourmet Tavern!"

"How much did they give?"

"One dragon coin every two hours."

With the tips, it adds up to about five dragon coins a day, which is 150 dragon coins a month, much more than the money he gave me.

"If you want to leave, I won't stop you!" Alan looked dejected, waved his hand, and his smile became increasingly bitter.

Seeing his friend like this, Osim Star couldn't help but say, "Alan, I don't think you're a match for that man!"

Hearing this, Alan Alice said indignantly, "Ridiculous! My three generations of heritage are no match for a mere upstart?"

"The opponent is a hero of Baldur's Gate!"

Even heroes...

Alan Alice's voice abruptly stopped, emitting only a faint gurgling sound from her throat, her eyes fixed on the northern barbarian singing loudly in the corner.

The Three Heroes of Baldur's Gate!

Everything seems to have connected!

What kind of hero would resort to such a despicable tactic!

"See!" Osim Starshine shrugged. "Everyone else was prepared long ago! And you were completely unprepared, Alan Alice. Mediocrity is not an excuse for failure; arrogance is!"

"Bang!"

Alan Alice slapped the bar counter, her face turning red and then green, then red again.

Seeing his friend in this state, Osim Star showed pity. "Ask some lord! Perhaps he can help you!"

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear!

A soft cough, vibrating the air, reached their ears.

At this moment, Alan Alice and Osim Starfall realized that His Majesty the Monarch had been standing in the corner at some point.

The two didn't even hear footsteps; it was as if the armor was floating forward.

"Your Majesty! You must help me!"

The monarch let out a polite laugh. "I fully understand and am aware of the predicament Mr. Alan faces!"

"Not long ago, a gentleman extended an invitation to me, and I'm quite curious about him. Come with me! Mr. Alan, let's see what kind of surprise this kind gentleman has prepared for us!"