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In fact, Malone was doing this for Sefolo's own good. There was no benefit in numbing himself with wine while drowning in grief! He immediately became a useless person!
"Revenge? But...Sefro can't win, the Supreme True God Order has a large number of people."

The tiefling girl excused herself weakly, saying that he was really motivated but powerless.

Hearing this, Ma Long patiently explained:
"You misunderstood me. He is not allowed to be a lone hero, but to do something within his power, such as helping the Harpers protect the inn,"

"Or form a team to go out to detect enemy movements or something like that."

"But what is he doing? Drinking and not doing anything. If he continues like this, he will be useless."

Even if Sefolo could find some odd jobs to do, he wouldn't be like this, but that's the problem. He doesn't do anything.

He would just hold the wine bottle and drink wildly, and count himself lucky that he didn't die at the bar.

"Don't worry, I will do my best to cheer up Sefolo. I believe you also don't want to see him killed by alcohol, right?"

Facing Ma Long's words, the tiefling girl nodded hesitantly.

"Well...please don't be too rough."

"Sorry, violence is inevitable. If you really can't stand it,"

"Then find a corner and stay for a while."

Having said this, Ma Long waved her to leave and not stay in the lobby area for the time being.

If you don't take action, the drunkard won't listen at all.

Only pain can awaken his sleeping reason! There is no other way.

Immediately, Malone turned around and came to Sefolo and pinched his cheek:
"Do you still recognize me?"

"...Give me the wine! Let me go!"

At this time, Sefolo started to go crazy and struggled, and Malone punched him in the stomach without mercy! The opponent's legs suddenly became weak and he couldn't stand straight.

If it weren't for Yingxin and Karak standing by to support him. I'm afraid I just collapsed on the ground.

This scene was watched by many people, but no one intervened. It was obvious that Jaheira might have given special instructions.

"Saferro, do you still want a drink?"

Pinching the other person's cheek again and lifting it up, Ma Long asked with an attitude and cold eyes.

However, Sefolo was so "hard-hearted" that he spat directly on his face!
"Pooh!"

"Shameless bastard! Let me do it!"

Seeing this, Astelon rolled up his sleeves and walked forward angrily.

And it wasn't just her, everyone else was angry.

Ma Long stopped him in time and calmly wiped the saliva on his face:

"No, I'm afraid you're not careful enough. If you kill or maim someone, it'll be all over."

"Just stand on the sidelines and watch."

After the words fell, Ma Long moved his muscles and began to "beat up" Sefolo! Punch to the flesh! It's unbearable to look at,
In fact, his attack was not very severe. After the beating, he could only lie down for a day at most.

Suffering repeated physical blows, Sefolo's rationality returned and he gradually woke up. Although he suffered a lot,
But it was worth it and he deserved it.

"Please...please, stop fighting."

Sevro, who was already bruised and swollen, begged for mercy in a weak voice:

"Paladin...why did you hit me?"

"Why? Think about what you are doing! Your compatriots were brutally murdered, but you chose to put aside your drinking, and then asked me aggrievedly?"

Seeing that he was getting better, Ma Long gasped and stopped and loudly criticized the behavior.

It's not the other party's fault that the tiefling refugees came to the Cursed Land. After all, the minority always obeys the majority, but this guy shouldn't despair. Sefro bowed his head in shame and remained silent, looking like a coward.

However, what Malone wanted to see was not this.

Immediately, he punched the opponent's cheek hard again! Then he grabbed his collar:
"Tell me, how do you feel?"

"……pain."

Hearing this, Sefolo did not dare to look directly at the other party and replied with a hint of fear.

"Obviously you still don't understand."

Bang!
After the words fell, Ma Long shook his head and sneered, raised his hand and punched again! He also increased the force and directly broke the skin on the corner of Sefolo's mouth.
Blood fell drop by drop and fell to the ground.

He grabbed his collar again, looked into each other's eyes, and said:

"Where is your anger!? Where is your blood!?"

As a man, he was beaten without even a trace of anger rising...

At this moment, Sefolo seemed to understand the reason and felt guilty:
"Sorry, Paladin...I'm not the same person I used to be,"

"I saw with my own eyes...the gang of children headed by Moore were caught and killed by them. I also felt angry and resentful at that time! But what's the use..."

A paladin who has lost the power of his oath cannot protect anyone. He is full of anger and hatred. Sefro feels that it is useless.
There is only a sense of helpless despair.

Moreover, seeing young children being killed with his own eyes, he was almost on the verge of collapse...

"Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, the most important part of human emotions and source of motivation, have been denied by you with just one sentence. To be honest, you still deserve a beating."

Ma Long couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, but he didn't take action anymore. Fighting was useless now.

There has to be a different approach.

"Sefro, I don't know what the specific oath you made is, and why it has been reduced to such a state, but I believe that you were forced to do so without your own will,"

"Otherwise there would be no need for you to lead a group of refugees on the long journey to Baldur's Gate."

If you take the initiative to abandon it, you will definitely turn from good to evil.
Why bother helping the weak anymore? It is precisely because of being forced to lose that a kind heart still remains.

"You...you know everything?"

Sefro opened his eyes wide, in disbelief and filled with a deep sense of inferiority.

As an oath-breaking paladin, it is inevitable to feel uneasy in front of Ma Long, which is normal.

"Yes, I will not look down on you. Although you are an oathbreaker, your kindness is unquestionable, so I will point out a way for you."

With that said, Ma Long signaled his friends to let go of each other. Upon seeing this, Ying Xin and Karak
After making sure that Sefolo was standing still, they let go one after another.

"I have never broken my oath, so I am not sure whether this method will be effective, but... you can give it a try. Please listen carefully."

After thinking about his words, Malone put his hand on Sefolo's shoulder and said solemnly:
"From now on, I want you to do whatever you can to help the Harpers fight against the Order of the True God,"

"Release your repressed anger. Revenge is the only thought in your heart. I will die for you, my compatriots, and for all those who have been harmed by evil!"

"Pick up the sword and bravely step onto the battlefield to kill the enemy. You can either regain the inspiration of your oath between life and death and become a paladin again, or you can die with honor and sacrifice."

"I would rather see your body on the battlefield than see you drunkenly without any fighting spirit. Do you understand?"

If you don’t succeed, you will succeed! Every holy warrior should have this kind of awareness,

This method is the only way for Sevro to regain the power of his oath. Of course, if he actively breaks his oath,

There is basically no way to become a paladin again. If you make one mistake, you will lose everything.

Forced, but there is still a chance.

(End of this chapter)