An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

"Any question?"

Ma Long spread his hands and asked with the corners of his mouth raised.

Throwing the jar aside, Jaheira shrugged and smiled again:
"Congratulations, it's gone for the time being. For the sake of Harsin's guarantee for you, come in. Everyone must have been tired from traveling. Can we have a drink together?"

"Okay! I'm just...ahem."

Karak was anxious and spoke quickly, but he realized he shouldn't have done so halfway through his words. He coughed twice and scratched his head, feeling embarrassed.
It was really hard for him to calm down his excitement when facing the object of his childhood and even current idolization.

Shaking his head, Ma Long declined:

"Sorry, I know you have a lot of questions you want answers to, but now is not a good time,"

"My friends and I are already exhausted physically and mentally and are in urgent need of a good rest. I wonder if there is any open space here for us to camp?"

Rest is the most important thing right now, and everything else should be put aside.

It's okay to talk, but you have to get some sleep first.

Hearing this, Jaheira looked at him with deep eyes and pointed to the back of the hotel:
"On the shore, it's more open there."

"Thank you, see you tomorrow."

After thanking him, Malone waved to his friends to follow him, and then under the distrustful eyes of many Harpers,
Walk towards the right shore of the island.

It is not yet certain whether they are enemies or friends, so naturally they will not look good on them.

In this regard, Druid was particularly puzzled and said:
"Ma Long, you should communicate with Jahira to understand the local situation."

While walking around, he patiently explained his thoughts:

"Rest is the most important thing right now, Harsin. It's also the same to talk about it later."

"Once the order is reversed and we know something very serious, we will think about it day and night and have no peace of mind."

After hearing this, Gale also echoed the advice and said:
"He is right, we are flesh and blood, we will be hungry, thirsty, and tired. Only after adequate rest can we better cope with the upcoming difficulties."

When it came to this point, Harsin had no choice but to compromise. He did not have an energetic body.

Nothing can be done well.

Although she had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, there was nothing wrong with waiting one more night.

At the same time, Bacchus, the dwarf who was following the team, suddenly said goodbye:

"Paladin, thank you very much for bringing me here. It seems safe here. I won't continue to cause trouble to everyone. See you tomorrow."

Since he had to rest next, Bacchus was not going to eat or live with others.

After bowing and saluting, a man ran to the hotel.

As a weakling, it is not difficult for him to seek shelter from the Harper. If he has a place here, at least he has a place to sleep.
Therefore, Malone did not stop him and let the opponent leave the team.

……

After walking a few steps, the group of people passed by the stables next to the hotel, and the sound of jingling bells reached their ears.

Looking inside, it turned out to be Demo, the tiefling blacksmith!
"Oh my god...it's Demo! Hey! Demo!"

Seeing a familiar face, Karak beamed and happily strode over to say hello.

This is one of the few blacksmiths in the main material plane who understands the engine of hell.

It was his savior who turned him back into a "normal person".

"Karak?"

When he heard someone calling his name, the blacksmith Demo, who was working hard, stopped hammering and saw the benefactors who had helped him and his compatriots in the green forest. Many of them met again, and Demo showed a little smile on his face. smile,
Take the initiative to walk out of the stable and say hello warmly:

"Paladin, and everyone, it's nice to see you again."

"Me too, but...you shouldn't be here."

After first smiling and nodding in response, Ma Long suddenly changed his face and became quite serious.

If we didn't pass through the Cursed Land, the journey to Baldur's Gate would only take a few more days, and not many people would die! However, when I encountered those corpses before,
There are more than ten people! Even more than half are children!
Upon hearing this, Demo lowered his head with a bitter expression. Facts have proved that the paladin's words were correct.

Coming here was a huge mistake!

"This is... everyone's common request. Passing through this area can save several days of walking. Sefolo persuaded us, but at the time... we didn't listen."

"What about the others?"

Demo pointed to the hotel, with a slightly sad look on his face, and answered Malone's question:
"In the hotel, because he failed to save everyone, he had been drinking for many days. No one could persuade him..."

"He's been talking to himself crazily: It would be great if he didn't lose his power. As far as I know, he was also a paladin, but later for some reason..."

Hearing this, Weier was a little surprised:
"Sefro was a paladin?"

Without the power of the oath, except for the martial arts he has learned, he is basically the same as ordinary people.

Looking back at the hotel, Ma Long sighed:
"I'll go talk to him when I have time. Karak, talk to Demo and leave it to me."

"……it is good."

After handing out the luggage, Karak stayed alone, chatting with Demo about the engine. He just happened to find a piece of hell iron not long ago.
The rest of the people came to the right bank and camped in the open space on the edge of the silver barrier.

Several tents, large and small, were set up in a short time. Since they are close to the water, it is very convenient for cooking, washing and so on.
And since the camp is within the boundary, there is no need to worry about shadowy evil spirits coming quietly.

After finishing the work, Astelon wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, glanced casually, and found several harpists not far away.
Keep staring here, barely concealing it.

"Hmph, that old woman sent her minions to keep an eye on her. If she's so worried, she might as well not let us in."

Her words immediately attracted everyone's attention,
Following the line of sight, it was true that the Harper did not trust them, and it could also be said that Jaheira did not fully trust them.

After patting the dust on his hands, Weier said calmly:
"...I have to correct one thing. In fact, you are older than her."

"I have also heard stories about Jaheira. She is a half-elf. She is about a hundred years old now. She is far inferior to you who looks young but has lived for two centuries."

As a Baldur's Gate noble, she naturally knew that this person existed.

But not as much as Karak.

These words left Astairon with no room for refutation. After all, it was indeed the case...

Even if the two hundred years of being enslaved and tortured are not living in the true sense, no matter how you put it,
She is older than her age~
"Puch~haha!"

At this time, Shadow Heart couldn't help but smile. He was very happy to see the image of the spawn being deflated. One word could describe the feeling in his heart at this moment, so happy!
When other people saw this, they did not laugh heartily like him, but tried to restrain themselves.

This is respect.

Of course, Astelon himself must not feel comfortable, with a look of displeasure on his face:

"Is there any mistake? Weier, are you exposing me like this on our side?"

At this time, Karak strode back in a good mood. Seeing the pastor laughing, he asked curiously:
"Smiling so hard, what did I miss?"

"Ahem, it's okay. I'd rather know what's going on with your problem."

Ma Long suppressed his laughter and asked.

(End of this chapter)