An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

After comforting them, Noshir stood up and walked towards the entrance of the cellar. He hung his double axes on his belt, leaned down and grabbed the remaining leg of the shapeshifter, dragged him towards the exit, and looked up. Those Flame Fists seemed to have not discovered the cellar yet.

Noshir spread his wings and flapped them gently, and flew out of the cellar nimbly. This scene happened to be seen by the three Flame Fists who were only one door away. They immediately raised their halberds nervously and pointed their guns at Noshir, as if they were going to attack him the next moment.

"Wait a minute, let me explain. I am a tiefling, not a devil, nor a kambion. The one I hold in my hand is a shapeshifter. The dead bodies outside are all assassins of the God of Murder. They are likely involved in the assassinations in Baldur's Gate during this period."

"So put down your weapons, Flaming Fist soldiers, I am not your enemy."

It is not known whether it was because of the blood on Noshir's body or because of his handsome appearance, the Flaming Fists did not attack him, but they did not put down their weapons, still staring at him nervously.

"The blood on your body and the wings behind you are not as convincing as your words."

A big man who looked to be between 40 and 50 years old said to Noshir sarcastically.

He had a gray beard all over his face, and the wrinkles on his face were full of traces of time. He was very tall and strong, wearing an iron helmet, carrying a huge shield, a shining mace hanging on his waist, and one eye was blind, wearing a black eye patch.

He was squatting beside the body of an assassin to check his injuries, until he saw Noshir coming out, he stood up and walked towards him slowly.

The soldiers surrounding Noshir spontaneously made way for him, and the big man walked straight to Noshir and looked down at him.

Noshir himself was already over 5 feet 4 inches (1.80 meters) tall, which was considered tall, but this big man was 6 inches taller than Noshir, almost a whole head taller!

The Flame Fist veteran stood straight in front of Noshir, his large figure completely blocked the sunlight, and he looked down at Noshir with his only remaining left eye, and Noshir himself looked up and stared at him without fear.

The atmosphere seemed to be deadlocked. The Flame Fist soldiers who were watching could not help but tighten their weapons. The old soldier's expression became more and more solemn. Even Noshier himself dropped the shapeshifter in his hand and clenched his fists secretly, thinking about how likely it was to knock them all unconscious on the ground. After all, if these guys in front of him were sincere in making things difficult for him, then no matter what he said, it would be useless.

However, just when everyone seemed to be ready to start a mixed exercise immediately after a little disturbance, the old soldier suddenly grabbed the halberd of the soldier next to him and pressed it down.

This was undoubtedly a signal of peace. All the other soldiers who had surrounded him silently put down their weapons and were no longer so tense. This old soldier had a high prestige in their hearts, and these soldiers believed in his judgment.

? Just when Noshier was wondering why these guys suddenly changed their attitude, the old soldier spoke.

"Are you from the Emerald Court?"

The old soldier stared at Noshir's chest with his only remaining left eye, and Noshir grabbed the holy emblem on his chest belatedly, forgetting to put it back into his clothes when he was down just now.

"Yes, I guess so. I grew up in the Emerald Forest around the Sharptooth Forest. The druids there adopted me, and I officially joined the Emerald Court a year ago."

The old soldier nodded in understanding, and then suddenly laughed twice, patting Noshir's shoulder with his right hand and saying to him.

"Haha! It seems that I misunderstood! Sorry, little brother, the scene in this store is a bit too scary. A monster and three people died, which made me nervous!"

"Hahaha!"

He laughed and patted Noshir's arm, trying to judge whether Noshir was a shapeshifter through this contact.

This veteran, who has served for more than 40 years, has rich combat experience. He has been in Baldur's Gate for almost his entire life and has dealt with creatures like shapeshifters, so he knows how to crack the disguise of shapeshifters.

The shapeshifting of this creature looks perfect on the outside, but in fact, you can roughly sense its difference from ordinary people just by physical touch.

"Have you taken enough photos, uncle?"

"Ahem, that's enough."

He can now basically determine that Noshier is not a shapeshifter, so he stopped his hand movements, coughed awkwardly twice, and quickly adjusted his mentality, rubbed his face with his left hand, and put on a serious expression.

"Okay, citizen, I don't care what organization you belong to, but as the Flame Fist who protects the city, I now have the right to ask you to report the details here for me."

"..."

Noshier was a little speechless, but he didn't mean to refuse to cooperate. He still told in detail everything that happened since he entered the store.

The veteran immediately took out a notebook from his waist, pulled out the pen clipped in the page, nodded and recorded, and occasionally interrupted to express his doubts.

"Wait, you said you attacked these assassins because you came across them accidentally. But as far as I know, the disguise of the shapeshifters is not that easy to see through. How did you find out that something was wrong?"

"...I knew the owner of this store before and knew some of his habits. When I came here, I hadn't seen his two bodyguards. After I found something wrong from these details, I tested him with words and found out that he was a shapeshifter in disguise."

What a cautious boy. Many veterans of the Flame Fist who have served for more than ten years do not have this vigilance.

"...Well, I understand, but I have another question. How did you kill these assassins and monsters and capture one of the monsters alive? This doesn't seem like something that one person can do. If you have companions, you can also tell us together."

"Don't worry, what you and your companions did is undoubtedly a truly righteous act. If the Grand Duke is not missing now, I am sure he will meet you in person, so there is no need to worry."

The veteran looked at Noshir with a very appreciative look. After confirming that Noshir's true identity was not an enemy in his own way, he had completely abandoned the world's prejudice against Tieflings. He only agreed with Noshir, the young warrior, from the bottom of his heart.

"...I do have a companion, but he is not here now. He is still looking for a place to stay in Rivington, so I did all this by myself."

? ? ?

Not only did the old soldier show a puzzled expression, but even the other dozen or so Flame Fists beside him showed an expression of "are you kidding me?" Although they did not question, their distrust was already written on their faces.

"If you don't believe me, you can search at will. In addition to the few victims under the cellar, if you can find my other companions in this store, I can give up the credit this time and give it all to you."

Noshier said arrogantly, but when facing such things, people have to be arrogant. People in this world respect the strong, and blind humility cannot be exchanged for respect.

This arrogant words made the old soldier frown. Eight members of the 20-man patrol team he led had already gone down to the cellar and dragged out the paralyzed victims and the bodies of the shapeshifters. The old soldier looked at the team members who had just crawled out of the cellar and asked with his eyes if there were anyone else below.

The Flame Fist shook his head.

This really surprised the veteran even more. He held his helmet in confusion. He was not sure that he could wipe out a team of assassins of the God of Murder alone.

"This is really true. How did you do it?"

Noshier moved his arms that were a little too strong and said calmly to the veteran.

"Turn on the rage and chop."