An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

Chapter 100 Agreement
"Huh~ It feels so good!"

After finishing the drink, Ma Long wrinkled his features and shook his head, smiled and shouted happily. He was extremely happy at this moment. Now every team member has opened his heart and integrated into the group.
If you want to go further and keep your pace steady,
First of all, we must be united internally, otherwise it will just be empty talk.

"Continued Cup?"

Ying Xin picked up the wine bottle, shook it, and asked.

"Of course, after tonight, I don't know when we will be like this again. Oh, by the way, besides not being able to swim, do you have any other "weaknesses"?"

Handing out the empty cup, Ma Long raised his eyebrows and teased.

Being unfamiliar with water would not be considered a weakness on an ordinary person, but it was different for an adventurer. If he sank too quickly, his companions might not have time to rescue him.

"Um...I'm afraid of wolves, but other than that, I guess there's nothing else."

After thinking silently for a moment, Ying Xin gritted his teeth and reported what he was afraid of.

"What is should?"

"I don't remember if there is anything else. My memory has been sealed in order to better execute and complete the mission and protect Ms. Shar's secret."

Regarding her past, Ying Xin has forgotten everything and can't remember it at all.
He didn't know why he was afraid of wolves. In short, he was afraid from the bottom of his heart.

"Is this so..."

Ma Long cannot comment on this. All kinds of unbelievable operations by evil gods are everywhere. As a friend and companion,
It's best to keep silent, otherwise you'll be in trouble if you make people unhappy.

clang~
After another glass of wine, and after three rounds of wine, the bottle of wine that came with me had already reached the bottom. There was not much in it.
Seeing this situation, Ying Xin shrugged helplessly:

"No, it seems that this is all I can do tonight. I'm going to meditate and pray every day."

Hearing this, Ma Long had no choice but to put down his cup, stood up, patted his butt, and smiled:
"Aren't you going to the party? Okay, I feel very happy and honored to be able to have a long conversation and drink with you,"

"If anything happens in the future, don't keep it to yourself. We are all friends. If there is any trouble, we will work together to solve it."

Hearing this, Ying Xin didn't reply, silently stretched out his fisted hand and smiled. Seeing this, Ma Long immediately gathered the five fingers of his right hand,
The fists of the two men clashed slightly.

After doing this, Ma Long turned around and left the camp, while Ying Xin changed his posture to kneeling, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and entered a meditative state.
In a sense, pastors are similar to students, similar to handing in homework,

Once a day, absolutely no less.

The gods he worships can really receive prayers from mortals. As for whether they respond or not, it depends on their mood.

After a while, Malone returned to the party,
The tiefling refugees were immersed in the playing music and danced happily. Although it was not pretty,
But this is not a performance, just twist it and it’s over~
Of course, those who dance wildly are only part of the group. There are also many people who gather together to gamble and fall in love, which are all ways to relieve stress.

And Karak happens to be a member of Gambling,
His voice is so loud that even in a noisy party, you can still hear it clearly...

"Aha! I won again! Eight games in a row!"

Suddenly, Karak raised his thick arms and shouted, excited, and then picked up the wooden barrel filled with inferior wine next to him and drank heavily.
Seems particularly wild and uninhibited.

Even though the gamblers at the same table lost, they didn’t show any signs of being unhappy and were still smiling.

Because the bet is not money, but...

"Karak, you had a great time."

At the same time, Ma Long came over to say hello and glanced at the gaming table. There were many kinds of things, including dice, cards and other games.

The chips are thick cigarettes, the same shape as cigars.

"Ma Long! Ha~ Good brother, come here."

After hearing this, Karak put down the barrel, laughed and invited him to join in the entertainment.
But Ma Long waved his hands and refused with a smile:
"I'll forget it. As long as you're happy, I just came here to take a look." Although Karak looks rough and rough, he is actually very delicate in his heart and feels that the captain will not come and disturb him for no reason...

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and apologized to the punters:
"Sorry everyone, I have to withdraw. The paladin has something important to do with me. Thank you for the cigarettes~"

After saying that, Karak grabbed the trophies he had won during gambling, left the gambling table, and then put two of the cigarettes into his mouth.

Just snap your fingers to light a fire out of thin air, and immediately share it with your friends after lighting it.

"This is good stuff, give it a try."

"...Okay, I didn't actually want to disturb you, why don't you continue playing?"

Ma Long asked in confusion after taking the cigarette.

Because he really just came here to take a look and had no other purpose.

After making a judgment, Karak found that he was really fine. He breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled, taking a puff of cigarette:

"I've won too many times. You just happened to come over. Take this opportunity to leave quickly. Every gambler doesn't like to lose. It's a pity that I was very lucky tonight."

"I've never lost a game, keep playing... I grew up on the streets,"

“You can learn a lot through practice.”

Although he is not afraid of gamblers being impatient, it would not be good and embarrassing if it makes a big fuss. Besides, the refugees are still compatriots.
Before that happens, walking away is the best outcome.

"I see...ahem!"

With the truth clear to his heart, Ma Long put the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep puff.
The smoke went down his throat and into his lungs, making him cough. Because it was his first time smoking, he couldn't stand it at all.

Seeing him like this, Karak was quite curious:

"Have you never smoked before?"

"Yes, and this feeling is not good at all. I don't want it anymore and will give it back to you."

With a look of disgust on his face, Ma Long quickly handed the cigarette back to the other party. After all, smoking is harmful to health, and it is best not to get into the bad habit...

Returning the cigarette, he focused his eyes on the glowing part of Karak's chest.
Now the hell engine is more stable than before, and its light is not so bright.

"I didn't expect Demo to have such ability. I thought he was just an ordinary blacksmith, but he could help you stabilize that thing under your chest."

"Indeed, I didn't expect this either. It's all thanks to Demo."

Mentioning this matter, Clark praised highly:

"We have made an agreement that if we find more Hell Iron in the future, we will go to Baldur's Gate to find him. As long as I repair it one more time, I can touch others!"

"It's like a dream~ It's a pity that Demo didn't come to the party, otherwise I would have to toast him."

Not being able to touch others is a hurdle in Karak's heart that he can't get over.

After fighting in hell for a long time, he had forgotten what it felt like to hug someone and have physical contact with someone last time. Now that the mechanic is not around,
There is still a chance to return to normal, which is indeed the same as a dream,
On the material plane, apart from Demo, there is almost no one who understands the hell machine! It's great luck to meet him.

"Don't worry, I am sure that there is definitely more than one piece of hell iron in the main material plane,"

"You're going to be okay, Karak...ah!"

As he said that, Ma Long subconsciously patted the strong man's arm. As you can imagine, he was burned...

(End of this chapter)