An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

The "metal heart" under Karak's chest has been running at high speed since returning to the main material plane.
The body temperature remains high and the slightest physical contact will burn others!
The blacksmith Daimo can help him stabilize the engine.

"Demo needs time to forge that piece of hell iron into precision parts. He asked me to wake up and go over to his place tomorrow."

"Aha! I can finally change back to a normal person! I will definitely be the first to hug you ~ Ma Long."

As he recounted the details of the conversation, Karak could not conceal his happiness and excitement.
Also mixed with a little bit of subtle sadness...

"Okay, don't use too much force, or I won't be able to bear it."

A trace of sadness flashed in Ma Long's eyes, and he nodded in agreement with a smile.

He knew very well that Demo could only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. If he wanted to truly solve the problem, he had to return to the hell of Avernus.

Then Karak strode to the campfire and smiled at the beautiful cook who was setting up a large pot and selecting ingredients:

"Gail, what's for dinner tonight? I miss your cooking so much."

"It's a secret for now~ But I will definitely serve you more meat."

Gale's eyes curved into crescent shapes and he smiled in response.

As one of the main force in close combat, this strong man required a huge amount of energy. After eating bread for several consecutive meals, she was worried that she would not eat something good.
People's limbs became weak during the battle.

"That's so kind of you~ We have nothing to do now anyway, why don't you listen to my story?"

"I have always remembered Jaheira's deeds! Now that I have met the real owner, I should know more about it. What do you think?"

After flattering everyone, and without waiting for rejection, Karak sat beside the campfire and talked.

Tell the story of the past legendary deeds of the high-level harpist Jaheira.

A long time ago, a descendant of Baal named Sarevok made trouble in Baldur's Gate, intending to drag the entire city into the quagmire of war.

Baal, the famous god of murder, a descendant of god,
Naturally, the hands are stained with the blood of innocent people!

However, there is no shortage of righteous people in this world. A group of heroes successfully defeated Sarevok and saved the city.
Jaheira is one of them, a powerful and tenacious druid.

The whole story is narrated completely under the ups and downs of Karak's tone. Everyone can clearly feel his admiration for the "hero".

He must also have a dream in his heart to become a person who saves someone from the fire and water.

It just so happened that Karak was born in Baldur's Gate. If he were to worship elsewhere, the object of worship would be different. In the final analysis, what he loves most is just people who are called heroes.

Anyone can.

Suddenly, Ma Long smiled mysteriously:

"Perhaps one day in the future, you will also become a hero remembered and sung by the world."

"Me? Impossible~ I am very self-aware, I am not that material."

Hearing this, Karak waved his hands and responded with a smile. Although he said this, he was actually very happy in his heart, but he would not say it out loud.

As soon as these words came out, Harsin smiled and shook his head:

"Don't deny yourself in a hurry, Karak. If the curse is successfully lifted,"

"You are all well-deserved heroes, and someone will remember what we have done."

In fact, there are many definitions of a hero, and they don’t necessarily have to do great things like Jaheira. During the journey, everyone saved quite a few people and defeated bad guys.
Being called a hero is not an exaggeration. No matter how small the kindness is, it is still a kindness.

Dangdang~

"Okay, heroes, please pause for a moment. It's time for us to eat."

At this time, Gale smiled playfully and tapped the large pot where delicious food was cooked twice with a wooden spoon.

Immediately, everyone except Astairen immediately picked up the tableware that had been distributed around them, and consciously lined up to start eating.

But at this moment, a circle of scorching flames appeared out of thin air in the camp!
This situation was very familiar to everyone. The master of the magician came, and then Cambion Mizola appeared from the center of the ring of fire!

Seeing this scene, Karak and Weir put down their cutlery at the same time and approached with solemn expressions.

The arrival of the devil means that something bad will happen next! These two knew it.

Even Ma Long couldn't help but make foul language:
"Made, if you don't come early, you won't come late. You have to come during dinner time..."

As he said that, he put down the bowl and spoon and angrily followed the two of them and came to the edge of the fire ring.

I haven’t seen Mizola for a long time. This time she looked different from last time. The main difference was that she didn’t come in person.

But an image...

"Long time no see ~ Veil, my little pet has traveled far enough recently."

Mizola greeted with great abandon.

Weir crossed her arms and kept a straight face, trying to keep her mind as calm as possible, and asked:

"What do you want to do again? Mizola."

"Shit your farts, bitch, no one here welcomes you."

Because he knew it was not him, Karak's mood was relatively calm. As for whether his words sounded good or not, there was no direct connection between the two.
He can also scold even worse~

Facing the unfriendly attitude of the two people, Mizola was not angry and shrugged:

"Yeah, it doesn't matter~Border Blade has a new mission."

"The Order of the Supreme God took away one of Zariel's important assets, a powerful devil, who was imprisoned in their base camp, the Tower of Moonrise."

"Your mission: bring the other party out intact, it's that simple."

The master is the slave master of the magician, and the consequences of disobedience are extremely serious.

The last time, the Border Blade gave up on hunting the target Karak, and that's why it became the half-man, half-demon it is now.

Ma Long walked straight over, with one corner of his mouth raised:
"A powerful devil? If it was really as you said, why would he be caught?"

"It doesn't make sense, don't you think?"

Seeing the paladin again, Mizola's frivolous expression was slightly touched, but it quickly returned to its original state:

"This is not what you need to pay attention to, paladin. If Veel fails or refuses again, she will turn into a pile of foul-smelling thick rotten flesh and sink into Avernus to be tortured forever."

"I have to say, this little pet of mine really likes and trusts you~"

"Will you disappoint her? Paladin."

For a moment, the other partners came over one after another and stood in the back without saying a word.
Stare closely at the back of the person in the front.

Ma Long's attitude was firm and he said solemnly:

"I will not let her down, let alone anyone around me."

"It's okay to rescue the devil, but there's a condition."

The moment these words came out of his mouth, Weier's expression suddenly changed and she subconsciously grabbed his arm.
How can a slave be qualified to negotiate terms with his "master"?

Mizola was even more amused and laughed loudly as if he was looking at an idiot.

Feeling the huge grip on his arm, Ma Long turned around and smiled and patted the back of the other person's hand, signaling that they believed in him.

Seeing this, Weier pursed her lips and finally let him go silently...

"Paladin, you are really interesting! Why do you dare to negotiate terms with me here?"

(End of this chapter)