I'm really not a dragon.

"Breaking news! The once-every-eight-years Carnival of Light is coming to Baldur's Gate!"

"Old Man Sun, the Dragon's Gourmet Tavern, cordially invites all adventurers to participate in the carnival for free and uncover the evil hag's conspiracy! Extra! Extra!"

"Sir, would you like one? It'll only cost three copper coins!"

The barbarian clumsily pulled three copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the newsboy. The newsboy, in turn, handed him a roll of soft paper that smelled of ink.

Born in the wilderness, he could vaguely understand the few elven affixes mixed in with Common, and perhaps the dialect of Baldur's Gate was influenced by these two races, but the barbarian knew nothing about the specific contents of the newspaper.

His master, Maklov van Sampur, taught him some languages—Infernal, Elvish, and even the obscure and difficult Dragon language—but it was more out of curiosity about how far a barbarian could go on the path of Arcane.

Maklov van Sampour did not treat him as a disciple, but rather as an experiment.

"Newspapers have gone up in price! They used to cost one copper coin."

Back in the dog cart, Maklov van Sampour examined the newspaper and said something unexpected.

The barbarians and orcs never imagined that their master would say such a thing. He was able to organize an army of ten thousand orcs, gnolls, and goblins to conquer a city, simply because the city's ruler, a high-ranking wraith, mocked him.

The latter, the shadowy soul blessed by Shar, was bound within its master's staff, and every night, faint pleas and sobs could be heard emanating from within the staff.

"It's always a bad thing that things get more expensive."

"The Carnival of Witches," said Maklov van Sampour slowly, closing his newspaper. "This immortal paradise should belong to Yaling Isolde. I wonder who it belongs to now—take this Witch's Eye and go see for me!"

He handed over a dark eyeball pendant.

The barbarian took the eyeball, and felt a slight sting in his left eye. Then, he lost sight in his left eye, and the witch's eye disappeared from his hand.

His left eye transformed into the dark, ominous eye of the witch, and he offered half of his vision to his master, Maklov.

The dog-drawn cart closed, and the grumpy hellhound glanced at the two of them before quickly leaving.

The barbarians and orcs sensed something was amiss; if Makarov were truly interested in something, he wouldn't use such a subtle approach.

"My brother, he doesn't resemble him at all!"

"Don't forget his eyes are still fixed here."

"Haha!" The orc laughed awkwardly. "Let's go find that guy named Sun!"

-

"All tips will be paid for by Old Man Suen!"

The glasses clinked together, stirring up the white hops.

"To our old man Suen!"

The adventurers slammed their fists on the table, letting out a unified shout.

Su En also raised his wine glass. He drank half a jin of wine without getting drunk at all. After his bloodline changed, it seemed that he could hardly get drunk anymore.

The Daily Life of a Copper Dragon: A Perfect Joke

Look at these lowly creatures, how happy they are! And what's a joyous occasion without some hilarious jokes? It's time to show you the sophisticated humor of a dragon!

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

Is he supposed to tell a joke?

That's bad. His sense of humor is practically zero. Asking him to tell a joke is no different from teaching a monkey to type.

No, he still has helpers!

In the system's vast database,

Suen chose a joke recommended by the system that would make the dragon laugh the hardest.

"Guys, I have a really good joke! Would you like to hear it?"

"One more! One more! Old Man Sun's jokes are the best!"

Amidst the praise of the crowd,

Suen told the joke with great enthusiasm:

"Why would an illiterate person suddenly learn to read while walking around?"

"Because he has come to the crossroads (of literacy)."

Looking at the group of bewildered and naive adventurers, Suen patiently explained again:

"Do you understand now, because of the word 'crossroads'? The pronunciation of 'cross' and 'literacy' is similar, which is quite amusing."

The adventurers scratched their heads, then lowered them and silently drank their beer.

Su En was stunned for a moment, then said incredulously, "Isn't it funny?"

Subconsciously, the fierce and extraordinary aura belonging to the dragon burst forth.

The adventurers on the field seemed to see a ferocious beast roaring at them. When they came to their senses, the group of adventurers examined Suen's nearly two-meter height, the muscles bulging under his clothes, and his obvious dragon characteristics.

"Ha ha!"

"Old Man Suen is so funny!"

[Approval of High Morality +1, Elixir of Life +1]

The elixir of advanced life has been obtained!

The appointment of vassals to the dragon vein has lowered the average age of the vassals, so a potion rich in dragon blood is just what they need to replenish their energy.

Su En happily accepted the potion, but as she turned around, she caught a glimpse of an unexpected person out of the corner of her eye.

Lisella leaned against the corner of the wall, holding a glass of beer with ice, and nodded to Suen.

"You came without saying a word!"

"I saw it in the newspaper. I never imagined Artorias had such a past."

"Your Excellency Paladin, are you free now? Shall we go to the carnival together?"

Su Enli extended an invitation upon landing.

Lisera shook her head. "I'm afraid I don't have time. Lord Urd Ravengard disappeared not long ago, and we suspect it's related to Grand Duke Belin." At this point, Lisera's expression turned somewhat helpless. "Urd has only been rising in the world for a short time and hasn't built up a sufficient base of support, and we... we have too few people."

After the death of Grand Duke Flamefist, many paladins chose to leave Baldur's Gate.

The paladins who stayed behind each had their own plans, and overall, Baldur's Gate was not an ideal place for them.

"So, do you need any help?" Suen crossed her arms, leaning against the wall in the same posture as Lisela. "As long as there are enough people, we'll eventually find that old bastard Urd!"

"Illmas' followers, the Knights of the Holy Grail and their Chisel Priests, are about to visit Baldur's Gate. If possible, I would like to lend them my assistance!"

"I don't want to owe you any more favors," Lisela swallowed the last sentence, unable to utter it.

Lisela paused, a moment of disappointment crossing her beautiful face.

"What does standing at the pinnacle of this city mean to you? Will you spend your entire life in this city built by bandits? I hope you are free, that you can roam the world and witness the giant fins of Leviathan breaking through the icebergs. I hope you can wander in the ancient labyrinth of Comanso and witness the elders of the treants enlightening the spirits of the forest. I hope you can carry your pack and trek across the desolate desert to witness the ancient city that has floated on this land for three thousand years."

"The world is vast, Suen—I want to see it all, and I hope you can see it all too."

Lise stretched out her hand, looking at Suen expectantly.

Silence, in the end, is still silence.

Lisela recoiled as if bitten by something, then withdrew her hand in a panic. She silently sized up Suen, put down her wine glass, and turned to leave.

The dwarf brought over a stool, stood on it, and patted Suen on the shoulder, trying to salvage some dignity for his old friend.

"Don't be sad, it's just a drow elf. When your grandpa Brian becomes rich, he'll conquer a drow city and give you dozens!"

Suen looked at the dwarf as if he were a monster.

"Hmm, is there something wrong with what I said? Do all gray dwarves do that?"

Brian fell into self-doubt.

Suen shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Leaving takes courage, but staying means I don't need to do anything."

Brian nodded in deep agreement: "Sun, her life was too long. So long that she couldn't possibly understand the joys and sorrows of mortals. What she said was certainly beautiful, but how many such scenes can a mortal see in a lifetime?"

"You'd better not say anything!"

Suen's face darkened. The more the dwarf spoke, the more upset he became. The surging anger he suppressed grew increasingly unbearable, until it finally erupted into a roar: "Everyone, are you ready?!"

"Alright! Old Man Suen!" the adventurers shouted in unison.

"Let's go, let's join our adventurers' carnival!"

-

The Carnival of Witchlight is currently floating in the astral plane.

Mr. Wu had forgotten how long ago he signed the contract with which mysterious adult, and he had also forgotten how long ago he was coerced by the three witch sisters into selling his child.

As a Shadow Spirit

He should have lived in the dark, shadowy underworld, listening to the hymns of ghosts and serving the immortal queen.

Until an accident plunged him and Mr. Hikaru into the terrifying realm of Shadow Carnival, a memory too difficult to describe. He and Mr. Hikaru struggled to survive amidst endless fear and terror.

Until a certain great woman known as the Witch Queen exchanged their fates for a contract.

He and Mr. Guang won this carnival, a symbol of joy and happiness.

However, there's a loophole in this contract: if the two carnivals meet, Mr. Witch and Mr. Light will switch identities with the owner of the Shadow Carnival. He will then return to the Shadow Carnival.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wu was almost overwhelmed by boundless fear. He absolutely could not return to the Shadow Carnival. Even if he was coerced by the Witch, even if his actions violated the very essence of the carnival—as long as the carnival still belonged to him and Mr. Light, he could tolerate the Witch taking children, as long as he was not allowed to return to the Shadow Carnival.

The droplets of thought surrounding the Wu Guang Carnival reflected the appearance of a forest of sharp teeth, and these droplets solidified into a substance within two or three minutes.

The carnival has begun!

Mr. Wu straightened his clothes, slowly walked out of the tent, exchanged a glance with Mr. Guang, and quietly waited for the children to arrive.

Only 132 tickets were issued for this carnival, and the innocent laughter of 132 children will heal this carnival.

"The wonderful time is about to begin!" Mr. Guang said with a grin.

"Yes!" Mr. Wu said with some anticipation.

He raised his scepter, tracing an arcane path: "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves, the carnival is about to begin!"

The pollino frog played its piccolo and brass instruments.

The mischievous fairy took out an endless supply of flowing candy from the bubbling machine and smashed it onto the drum, filling the air with a sweet aroma.

Everyone eagerly awaited the arrival of the children.

"They've arrived!" A gentle moon elf dancer stood like a swan on a stage less than one square meter in size, gazing towards the misty forest.

Actors dressed as the Furious Dragon swaggered by, waving ribbons and flags, shouting, "Dear children! Welcome to the Witchlight Carnival!"

Outside the carnival, a noisy commotion arose, sounding somewhat like adults arguing, occasionally interspersed with children's screams.

Mr. Wu and Mr. Guang looked at each other in bewilderment.

Then, the carnival gates were violently pushed open, the sturdy magical doors falling to the ground like a piece of paper, creaking under the weight.

Suen clapped his hands, not entering the Mage's Wrath state; Mage's Hand wasn't that useful.

Suen stepped across the threshold, inhaling the floral and candy scents in the air, taking a deep breath. "This is it! Everyone! This is so much fun, we have to make up for all the childhood memories!"

"Yes, Father Suen!"

A swarm of adventurer locusts swept through the carnival.

Someone climbed onto the tent and took off the silver ornaments and candies tied with tassels.

Someone prepared animal-catching nets. As the crossbow bolt was pulled, a large net flew into the sky, catching giant dragonflies and butterflies.

Someone took down the talking magic mirror and packed it up along with all the other strange magical items.

……

The carnival performers had never seen anything like this before, and they were all terrified.

Mr. Wu and Mr. Guang's expressions changed drastically. "What are you doing? Stop! Stop it, both of you!"

The hundreds of adventurers were a completely poorly trained army. They not only emptied the carnival of magical artifacts and decorative treasures, but they even nibbled on the grass on the ground.

The dwarf spat out a mouthful of crumbs, looking annoyed. "I must have been seeing things. I thought it was made of candy."

Mr. Wu and Mr. Guang couldn't hold back any longer. Pointing their fingers at Suen's nose, they cursed, "You bunch of robbers and bandits! You will suffer the curse of the Witch Queen Igvelfol! Not only that, you are simply, simply not human..."

Suen and the dwarf pricked up their ears; the name sounded very familiar.

The woman who resembled Tasha appeared to be named Igwerv.

Just to be on the safe side,

Suen took out a ticket and handed it to the two of them.

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Guang, I'm sorry, I forgot to mention that I'm actually still a child. Otherwise, how would I have received carnival tickets? Look."

"You? Child?" Mr. Guang's exaggerated eyeshadow and makeup were soaked with sweat, and his eyelids twitched. He just couldn't connect the child with Suen.

"Yes, I'm 8 years old!"

"Are you eight years old?"

"He is 8 years and 156 months old this year."

Mr. Guang exclaimed, "8 years and 156 months! How can you be a child?!"

Mr. Wu stared at the ticket, then tore it to shreds. "The ticket is fake!"

Su En's expression changed drastically, and she feigned surprise: "Why do you say the ticket is fake? I paid for it!"

Mr. Wu found it hard to accept, his voice trembling: "Tickets to the Wuguang Carnival will only be in the hands of the children who most yearn to attend! They are immeasurable by money! If you could buy them, wouldn't they be fake?"

Suen looked unusually disappointed: "Do you guys know more about carnivals than I do? I've been to one in my dreams. Oh well, people are too restless, it's normal that they don't understand."

He stepped aside from the two men and walked towards the carnival venue.

"What exactly do you want?!" A faint sound of collapse came from behind.

A smile curved Suen's lips.

"Hand over Artorias's childhood playmate, and oh, and that woman called the Witch Queen, I'd love to see her too. We won't leave until these conditions are met!"