This time, I won't be the devil.

(Note: "You Gotta Move" is generally referred to as "Black Slave's Song" on the Chinese internet)

Perhaps it was because of Frey's music that the drinkers' topics of conversation gradually changed.

The down-and-out adventurers, led by Zaku, began to complain about their situation.

"Since the Demon King was defeated, our lives have become increasingly difficult."

"That's right. The price of magic stones has been falling for four consecutive months."

"If I had known this would happen, I would have..." Zaku suddenly closed his mouth halfway through his words.

This is the effect of the speech control contract. Unlike a verbal oath, a contract formally signed under the witness of the goddess Alice is binding.

Zaku, who was silenced, could not continue speaking and could only sigh:

"Hey, MG (Maze)."

After hearing the conversation between Zaku and the others, a well-equipped silver-level adventurer could no longer sit still.

"You guys just complain all day long. I'm an adventurer too, so why don't I find life difficult?"

"To put it bluntly, you guys are just incompetent."

After being provoked by a silver-level adventurer, Zaku, who was already unhappy, started arguing with the other party.

The argument didn't last long as the two men quickly switched from reasoning to greeting each other's families.

But because they signed a contract, they couldn't say bad words directly, so the situation turned out like this.

"I like you." (wcnm)

"You like me? I like you!"

"I love you!"

"Yes, I love you too!"

"I love your whole family..."

It seems that speech control has not made adventurers more friendly, but has instead given rise to a unique abstract culture.

Just as both parties were expressing their love for each other at the top of their lungs, someone pushed open the door of the tavern.

The man had short silver hair. Although it was difficult to see clearly due to the hood, the soft and handsome facial curves made Frey think it was a girl at first glance. However, judging from his clothes, he should be a teenager.

As soon as the silver-haired boy entered the store, all the drinkers looked at him and laughed. Even Zaku, who had just been shouting out "Love," turned his attention to him and mocked him:

"Hey, isn't this Norwen? Why, you're still an adventurer?"

The boy did not answer, but said to the waiter at the tavern:

"Warm a bowl of wine, two pieces of black bread, and this is a notice recruiting teammates. Please help me put it on the wall." After saying that, he took out a few copper coins.

Zaku deliberately shouted loudly again: "I heard that you entered the maze a few days ago and came out less than an hour later. Did you get scared after seeing the monster and ran away?"

"I didn't run away. How could you slander my innocence like this..."

"What innocence? You're just a level 2 rookie. You shouldn't be an adventurer in the first place. You'll just be a burden if you team up with others."

Hearing this, the boy blushed and argued, "I'm not a burden. I will definitely become a great swordsman and reach the deepest level of the maze!"

"Did you hear that? This guy actually said he wanted to go to the deepest level of the maze."

"This is hilarious! This kid must have read too many fairy tales and thinks he's a sword master from 1000 years ago."

"I think you are quite pretty. You'd better stop being an adventurer and find a rich woman to support you." After saying that, Zagu laughed out loud, causing everyone to laugh. The store was filled with a happy atmosphere.

While Frey continued playing, he calmly launched [Appraisal] on the boy.

The moment he saw the other party's panel, he was stunned.

This is an incredible talent.

It is not accurate to call them talents, after all, their race is not human.

[Name: Noelle Doragon]

[Race: Dragon]

[Level: 2, Occupation: Swordsman]

[Soul Strength: 3.6]

[Attribute panel: Strength 2.1, Endurance 1.2, Agility 0.9, Magic 29.8]

29.8 magic power, this is a value that a level 2 human can never possess.

What’s more important is the other person’s name.

[Noel Doragon], if the results of the identification are correct, then this is not the first time Frey and "him" have met.

Frey is now in the year 999 of the Aiden calendar, where the prequel DLC of "Dark Souls" has just ended. There are still 1008 years left before the year 9 of the main story of the game.

In the main game, Noelle, known as the Silver Scale Dragon Princess, appears as a boss in the Thunder Layer of Jabberwock's underground labyrinth.

However, the Silver-Scaled Dragon Princess in Frey's impression and the silver-haired boy in front of him called Norwen had a huge difference in appearance.

As the guardian of the Thunder Class, the Silver Scale Dragon Princess not only has horns on her head and a tail behind her, but also has long hair like silver sand, delicate facial features like works of art, and a cold expression.

The most important thing is that there is a pair of big thunders on her chest.

(The image below is for reference)

Therefore, Silver Scale Dragon Princess has another title - Milk Dragon.

The Noelle in front of him was not only wearing men's clothes, but also had no characteristics of a dragon at all, let alone a baby dragon.

Why isn't the top of Arnold's head pointed?

If it weren't for the existence of the [Identify] skill, Frey would never have associated it with the Silver Scale Dragon Princess in his memory.

While Frey was thinking about this, the humiliated Noelle walked towards Zaku. She threw a punch, but the other party easily dodged it.

Compared with experienced adventurers, the gap in level is huge. Seeing this scene, the store was filled with mocking voices for a while.

Just as Frey was hesitating whether to help Noelle, the tavern owner who had been staying in the back room came out.

Blake Van Dam, the owner of Gensokyo, is a burly middle-aged man. He is usually shirtless, wears a black mask on his face, and has a spiked collar around his neck.

Although this outfit makes him look very uncomfortable, he is a former King Kong-level adventurer with great prestige.

"I don't remember ever allowing you to cause trouble in this store. If you start trouble again, get out!"

Faced with the boss's roar, the drinkers instantly quieted down.

Afterwards, Noelle ran out of the tavern with red eyes, and the poster she had carefully drawn to recruit teammates fell to the ground.

Frey picked up the poster and made sure the other party hadn't gone far. Then he returned to the store and began to think while playing.

According to the results of the identification, the other party is undoubtedly the Silver Scale Dragon Princess Noelle herself.

The reason why he doesn't have any dragon characteristics on his body is probably because his bloodline was sealed using some special method.

As for why she appeared in the maze city and why she disguised herself as a man, Frey had no idea.

But judging from the subsequent plot, in the next 9 years, Noelle must have undergone a huge change, which turned her from an adventurer into the boss of the maze.

Considering her outstanding attributes, it would be a huge help if she could become my teammate.

Although doing so may also create unnecessary risks, Frey obviously cannot ignore such an important role.

Even if you can't cooperate, you have to find out the other party's background.

After making up his mind, Frey began to ask the drinkers for information about Noelle, thinking about how to contact her.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, the piano playing work was finally finished. After obtaining the boss's consent, Frey made a fried rice with the remaining ingredients and left the pub.

Unlike other areas, the poor Shin-Nippori did not have any regular shops open late at night. At this time, there were few pedestrians on the street, and Frey quickly found his target.

In a remote alley, a silver-haired girl was squatting on the ground with her head lowered. Looking at her slender and fragile figure, Frey once again had doubts.

Are you really a milk dragon?

To confirm this, Frey's gaze involuntarily focused on the girl's chest.

Looking at the Thunder Guardian with his chest as flat as a plain, Frey couldn't help but complain in his heart:

"What have you been protecting?"

At this time, Noelle also noticed someone approaching, and she became alert like a frightened stray cat.

Frey was about to say hello when a cold light suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Don't come over here." Noelle took out the dagger he carried with him in a panic.

It was now pitch black, and she obviously hadn't recognized Frey.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"You're planning to take me away and sell me to a slave trader, right? Unfortunately, I'm a man, but I don't think I'll fetch much."

There was no other way. In order to let the other party understand his identity, Frey had to hum softly.

“You Gotta Move~”

Hearing the familiar melody, Noelle recognized Frey as the street singer in the tavern.

“It’s a good thing to be vigilant, but can you please not treat people as kidnappers?” Frey walked over to Noelle and took out a lunch box containing fried rice.

Noelle instinctively swallowed her saliva at the aroma of the food, and Frey continued:

"You ran out of the tavern without eating before. It's already this late, you must be starving."

"I felt a little sorry that I couldn't help you when you were harassed by that group of drunks just now. I made this fried rice with the leftovers from the store. If you don't mind, you can have it. It will make me feel better." After listening to Frey's carefully prepared speech, Noelle let down his guard a little.

"Thank you." Perhaps because she was too hungry, she took the fried rice and started eating it voraciously.

Frey watched her finish her meal and then took back the lunch box.

Seeing that Frey had no intention of leaving, Noelle gave him a questioning look.

Frey pulled out a poster she had been using to recruit teammates: "You left this at the store."

Noelle wavered after seeing the poster. Finally, she buried her face in her knees and whispered:

"This...is no longer needed. Please help me throw it away."

There was a pessimistic sense of self-abandonment in her tone, and her whole person exuded a fragile and fragile beauty.