I'm really not a dragon.

When Shadowmoon received orders to go to the harbor to retrieve Louise, the ghost ship had just docked.

Under the magical effect, a layer of dark clouds shrouded the sky, and below it, ghosts, banshees, and demons danced wildly.

"Remember this, you owe me a life!"

The ghost captain, with his foot on the gunwale, coldly uttered these words and then lowered the anchor.

Even a ruthless woman as powerful as Louise the Hell Knight was hanging upside down from the anchor like a drowned dog. One of her arms had been severed at the root, and her skull had been brutally crushed, revealing her brains.

Louise's body was turned into an undead, a zombie, and she only survived thanks to her undead nature. In other words, in order to survive, Louise actively sought out the ghost captain and signed a contract to become a crew member.

This sense of humiliation nearly crushed her self-esteem.

"Poor Louise, you'll probably spend the rest of your life hiding in the dark underworld, gnawing on rats!"

A mocking smile appeared on Shadowmoon's beautiful face as she grabbed Louise's arm and pulled her off the anchor.

Louise trembled with fear, recalling everything that had happened yesterday. She dug her fingers into the ground, drawing blood, and screamed, "I'm going to kill him!"

"Are you going to disobey the monarch's orders again?"

"Who cares what that dead octopus thinks! Without us, could he have become the master of Baldur's Gate?"

As if struck by a sudden thought, Louise gripped her companion's wrist tightly. "I must kill him, Shadowmoon. I know what you want. The prerequisite for advancing to the Legendary Hell Thief level is stealing a Legendary ability. I know how to help you advance to Legendary status! Help me, Shadowmoon, help me, and I'll tell you!"

"Tsk, you know, best friend!" Shadow Moon cupped Louise's zombie-like face in disgust and said gently, "I will always stand by your side."

-

It's a bit noisy!

The dwarf let out a drunken hiccup in his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, the northern barbarian was sitting by his bedside, solemnly tuning his lute.

"Good morning, Conan! That darn half-elf shop's been deserted for ages, hasn't it? Are you still planning to go?"

"Old Alan's business is bad, he doesn't want to take advantage of me, and he wants me to get out of here as soon as possible! I'm thinking I need to find another shop."

The half-elf boy finally realized what was happening.

The dwarf said thoughtfully, "Go to the Blushing Mermaid! It's a big enough place, crowded enough, and that kid Suen would be happy for you to train there!"

"That's exactly what I was thinking."

Just then, the noise downstairs grew louder and louder. The dwarf initially thought it was barbarians playing their harps, but the more he listened, the more something seemed amiss.

"Let Suen come out!"

"We were just scamming him out of money, but he wants our lives!"

"My brother died such a tragic death!"

The two leaned out from the balcony.

Several corpses lay on the ground, a group of people were wiping away tears and wailing, burly adventurers and Flame Fist enforcers were pushing and shoving each other, and onlookers formed a circle and shook their heads in amazement.

"What are these people doing?"

The dwarves gradually pieced together the whole story from their argument.

"Because they breached their adventure quest contract, they were cursed and killed. Tsk, adventure contracts aren't always absolute rules; you can't just pay a penalty to terminate them. So who's really at fault?"

The northern barbarian pondered for a moment, then said, "They outnumber us, they're right!"

Damn, that makes so much sense!

"I have to go find Suen!" the dwarf said, turning around.

"No need, let them cry a little longer!"

Sun's voice came from behind the northern barbarians and dwarves.

The northern barbarians and dwarves exchanged bewildered glances. "Are we just going to let them cry like that?"

Suen shrugged: "What would you do if your brother or friend were murdered?"

The northern barbarians and dwarves thought for a moment, then raised their hands and drew a line across their necks: "Kill that man!"

This is the normal reaction; grudges are never left unresolved overnight!

Adventurers are the same.

But this group's crying wasn't for revenge; it was for money, or even worse, to ruin the shop's reputation... Their motives were far from pure.

There was no labor protection fee in this era, and no one cared if an adventurer died.

Out of humanitarian considerations, Suen is willing to provide humanitarian compensation to the deceased's family, but these people may not even know the deceased.

The dwarf nodded in deep agreement, then his mind drifted to another possibility: "What if they storm the shops and loot and vandalize them?"

The voice just fell,

Suddenly, the crowd downstairs stirred. Alan, the owner of the Elf Song tavern, appeared, holding an iron ladle, pointing at the tavern door and shouting, "If he doesn't come out, we'll break in!"

"We must get justice for our families! Either they pay with money, or they pay with their lives!"

"That's right! You're absolutely right! For the sake of our families!"

A group of people rushed toward the door, filled with righteous indignation.

"Holy shit!"

The dwarves and barbarians prepare for a great battle.

Suddenly, the two felt a weight on their shoulders, and Su En shook his head.

"The door is open! The door is open!"

At the tavern entrance, amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, the door slowly opened.

Two imposing golems stood behind the door, slowly pushing it open. Their arms were fitted with massive cold iron chainsaws, and their right arms with flamethrowers. Creatures of Gondar artisans, they possessed artificially programmed abilities to distinguish friend from foe and strictly adhered to the Sword Coast Codex.

"Welcome, esteemed guests!" the steel golem gestured, two beams of red light shooting from its helmet. As a non-military golem intended for the general public, the mechanic had significantly reduced its combat capabilities. These included its multi-attack abilities, tungsten steel shell, and spell-like poison gas breath.

When the golem attacks humans, it tries to strike at points that will injure but not kill. A level 7 adventurer team can barely fight it.

The frenzied crowd, upon seeing the golem, was instantly sobered up, as if doused with cold water. Upon reflection, they realized that breaking through this door wasn't absolutely necessary.

"Looks like the tavern is safe for now!"

The barbarians and dwarves breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

"Don't worry! Dragon's Gourmet Tavern may go out of business, but it will never go bad."

Suen shook his head. He had sent Aurelia to collect the list of victims. For these people, Suen could only offer humanitarian compensation.

Hopefully this matter will pass quickly.

The tavern cannot close for the next couple of days.

When he counted the tickets, the real ticket was exactly the same as the one Artorias remembered, both in terms of its texture and the magical aura on it.

In other words, the Wuguang Carnival is just around the corner.

Just in the last two days.

-

Bode's Mouth Newspaper

Aurelia changed into a set of spiked leather armor and a long skirt. Her teacher, who had taught her thieving skills, had told her that every wanderer should have something memorable about them.

Perhaps it's a special dagger or sword, or a unique way of speaking.

In this way, when others see those things, they will learn to respect them out of fear.

That guy Suen knew she was an assassin who took on assassination missions, but he never asked where those missions came from or who passed them on to her.

What a careless guy.

In such matters, he was surprisingly dull-witted.

She walked into the Bodemouth newspaper office and pushed open the door amidst a sea of ​​surprised stares.

"Who are you?"

The newspaper editor-in-chief, his back gradually soaked with cold sweat, cautiously stood up.

In the city of Baldur's Gate, family is an inseparable and unavoidable concept.

A family of sorcerers, who received favor in their early years, had their bloodline tainted like poison, and every member of the family inevitably died before the age of forty.

Its name is the Van Sampure family.

Perhaps due to their short lifespan, this family received an astonishing reward in another aspect: powerful innate spellcasting abilities.

With this ability, they firmly grasped control over the darkest and most lucrative dealings in the lower city.

Piracy, human trafficking, and even war.

Those highly profitable businesses allowed the Van Sampure family to rise to prominence in the Upper Town, where they remain to this day.

People call them the old Bod family.

"Looks like you recognized something! Keep an eye on the reporters and detectives at the newspaper, and pretend nothing happened at Dragon's Gourmet Tavern!"

"Understood, Your Excellency!"

"I know you're involved in intelligence trading, and expecting you to keep your mouths shut is really too much to ask. But at least until the parliamentary elections begin, let's make this war a little fairer, understand?"

The newspaper editor smiled slightly and nodded tactfully.

Aurelia shrugged. "I wasn't here today! Goodbye!"

As she walked out of the newspaper office, Aurelia strolled down the street, feeling the salty, damp air carried by the sea breeze.

Baldur's Gate is peaceful, as peaceful as ever.

What to do next? Oh, right, Suen said, collect the list of victims.

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel troubled.

Adventurers in this city are like weeds; one generation dies, another sprouts up, and there aren't even any temporary residence permits.

Well, life's short, so I'll just have to slack off. I'll head home—due to the family's tradition of short lives, they're desperately searching for other supernatural bloodlines; perhaps a union of bloodlines could create a miracle that breaks the curse. The only problem is, that girl named Lysera Spidershadow seems to have other ideas.

Elise, the Dark Maiden, has been dead for a hundred years, so why are there still followers of hers who yearn for the surface world?

-

In the Kingdom of the Mouse, everything was thriving.

Upon receiving the message from the mouse, Suen climbed down the Dark City.

"Reporting to the Dragon Lord! The burrowing worms have hatched!" The mice proudly displayed their breeding results.

A pale white worm scurried through the mouse kingdom, disappearing underground. A moment later, the screams of a slime echoed throughout the mouse kingdom.

[Dragon Vein Digging Worm, Juvenile Stage, Expected to Mature in Six Months.]

Strength 9, Agility 12, Constitution 10, Intelligence 1, Perception 6, Charisma 2

【Characteristics: Digging tunnels, acid breath, dragon vein transformation】

[Due to the erosion by the dragon veins, the creature's potential has been unleashed, allowing it to break through the size limitations of its species and grow into a colossal creature. As a result, its demand for food has increased dramatically.]

Not bad, not bad. His fighting ability in his childhood was no less than that of an adult.

When they reach full adulthood and grow to the size of a colossal creature, they become terrifying behemoths, roughly ten meters tall.

"Dragon Lord, I have more good news!" Big Tooth excitedly raised his claws.

Suen raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of a group of mice approaching him. "Oh, Big Tooth, tell me,"

At Big Tooth's signal, a group of mice came out.

[Carpenter Ratman, Potter Ratman, Cook Ratman, Bricklayer Ratman, Farmer Ratman—]

These mice acquired livelihoods and thus transitioned from primitive society to feudal society.

and many more,

Suen squinted, staring at the top of a certain mouse's head.

I'm thinking of craftsmen (a special racial profession)

[Under the influence of strong idealism, some craftsmen developed a strong sense of self-confidence. In their minds, things worked this way, and in their hands, anything inconceivable could be made to work logically.]

Hmm, what's this?

My ability to think?

"Dragon Lord, this way!" Big Tooth waved its claws, pointing in a direction.

"These next few days, we plan to rebuild the kingdom—look here, we've brought the mushroom seeds here, and it will produce lots and lots of mushrooms a month."

Su En's eyelids twitched, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a little mushroom person with long arms and legs, carrying other colorful mushrooms, jumping into the boiling pot of stew.

I'm thinking of tripe mushrooms.

In a certain mouse's lazy fantasy, mushrooms don't need to be collected. Therefore, once this morel mushroom matures, it automatically acquires mushroom-human characteristics, can automatically collect edible fungi, and even actively cooks itself into a pot of soup.

[Mushroom People, similar to mushroom-shaped beings, are medium-sized plants with biological activity.]

"Dragon Lord, look here! Ta-da! This is the smelting decoration we designed!"

About 100 meters behind the mushroom garden, there was a cluster of small stoves.

The mice wiped away their sweat and pushed cart after cart of loose mineral sand into the furnace.

The molten metal flowing from the machine solidifies in the mold into the shapes of hoes and forks.

As Da Ya spoke, he stared intently at the machine, studying it carefully.

After a long while, even Da Ya couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Hey, that's strange, what does the stove use to burn? Where does the fuel go? Qi Fenda, what do you usually burn?"

A plump, skull-shaped rat came running over, carrying yellowed design blueprints in its mouth.

"Boss, I designed it exactly according to the blueprints! There's absolutely no problem!"

Da Ya took the blueprint, stared at the incomplete structural diagram on it, remained silent for a while, then spread the blueprint out again.

Suen could clearly see that the rat named Chifenda was sweating profusely.

The drawing was folded, which means that he designed the stove after looking at a quarter of the drawing.

Chifenda had no idea why this thing could spontaneously combust! What on earth had he designed?!

Suen looked toward the stove.

I'm thinking about a smelting furnace.

[Despite only seeing a quarter of the blueprints, this little mouse, with absolute confidence in its craftsmanship, still managed to design a furnace that could burn itself without fuel. As for the price... this smelting furnace possesses the characteristics of a semi-elemental, semi-constructed structure; beware of the furnace awakening.]

Just then, the ground trembled slightly, and one after another, flaming metal furnaces emerged, their bodies shaking.

From their boiling throats, they uttered a resounding declaration: "The furnace will never be enslaved!"

Bang! Burning Hand!

With a sickening metallic cracking sound, a furnace yearning for freedom shrank back into the ground.

The flames above their heads calmed down a little.

Suen rubbed his hands, looking with satisfaction as the stove quieted down again.

This power of thought is truly astounding.

Suen subconsciously looked down. Half of the artisan rats were my idea of ​​artisans. I wonder what these rats will eventually become.

[The Daily Life of a Bronze Dragon: Making the Most of Everything and Everyone's Talents]

[Issue to your people the task of developing a war machine.]

[Reward: Praise of High Morality +1, High-Grade Elixir of Life]