An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

"I understand, and you must also understand that nothing can be achieved by being impatient,"

"Adjust your mentality and just move forward with me."

Ma Long calmly reassured the eager Border Blade. The progress was not impossible to speed up, but he had to be more cautious, otherwise it would easily lead to a catastrophe.

"...Okay, I believe you."

Weier pursed her lips and nodded in agreement.

He never disappoints her or anyone, and considers every decision he makes.

Don’t overthink it, just follow his lead.

Hearing this, Malone smiled with satisfaction, then looked at the tall Druid:
"Harsin, you heard it too. Florrick found a Flame Fist in the shadow. The other party may know the local situation."

"You mean..."

As soon as these words came out, Harsin reacted suddenly and couldn't help showing joy:

"Perhaps that Flame Fist has seen Senior?"

"Senil? Who is that?"

Asteron asked curiously with a face full of doubts.

After all, if a person's name is suddenly mentioned, a normal person will naturally want to know the details.

"He is the incarnation of the spirit of nature, and he is also a child..."

"If we want to lift the curse, we must find him first! Only then will we have an initial chance, but Shadow will not let us get what we want easily."

Harsin looked seriously into the dark area and told everyone the truth.

Looking for a child in the cursed land of endless darkness is basically the same as looking for a needle in a haystack, regardless of whether it can be found or not.

The evil spirits wandering around and the horrible plants mutated by the curse,
These are all obstacles for them.

In this regard, Karak shrugged his shoulders and suggested:

"Then what are you waiting for? Go take a look at that flaming fist. I haven't seen the sun for a long time. Lifting the curse also solves a problem."

In the entire team, except for Ma Long and Astelon, who escorted the civilians to see the sun once,
Others have not felt the warmth of the sun for several days and miss it very much. The Underdark and the Cursed Land are places where light cannot shine in.
The temperature is really not high, even a little cold.

After saying that, the group immediately returned to the hotel. After catching a passing Yan Fist and questioning him, in a larger room,
I found the Flame Fist mentioned by Advisor Florrick. He was a man with dark skin and curly hair.

His clothes were in tatters and he had many bandages wrapped around him.

He lay unconscious on the bed, blurting out a few gibberish words from time to time, and would not wake up no matter how others called.

According to the female Flame Fist member who was accompanying him, the man’s name was Artekula.

Harsin, who was particularly concerned about this matter, immediately checked the other person's physical condition, but it was not because of physical disease or injury that the person could not wake up.

It's a mental issue...

"It's very tricky... I don't know how to wake this person up without hurting the other person."

Harsin told Malone the situation with a bitter look on his face.

As a druid who is proficient in medical skills, she has many ways to forcefully wake this person up, but without exception, there is a price. In order to lift the curse, regardless of the safety of others,

I really can't do this...

"Maybe find a way to stimulate him, maybe he can wake him up,"

"Just like me, if I hear the battle horn being blown, no matter how deep I sleep, I will basically wake up in an instant."

Then Karak made a proposal, the only thing he needed to do in hell,
It's just fighting and nothing else.

Every time the horn blows, it means fighting countless demons on the battlefield.

The rest of the partners think the method is good. Everyone has similar habits and will have strong reactions to certain things.

But here comes the question, what can react to this man?
No one here understood him. Just when everyone was clueless, Ma Long walked to the bed, grabbed the man's hand, and
Several of his fingers are covered with thick calluses.

"look at this."

"Just tell me what you discovered. Do you have to let us guess?"

Seeing this, Astelon rolled her eyes at him and complained.

Anyway, what she saw was an ordinary human hand, gone.

"Well, usually, people who play string instruments will have thick calluses on their fingertips, so that it won't be too painful when they press the strings. Do you see that?"

"So if you play a song on an instrument he's familiar with, it might wake him up."

Ma Long shrugged helplessly and showed the condition of the man's fingertips to everyone.

"How can you be sure? Have you been in contact before?"

Because Gale didn't understand string music, he couldn't be sure that the clue was accurate.

After hearing this, Ma Long scratched his head in embarrassment and explained:

"... After studying for a while, my hands hurt so much that I gave up..."

After learning about this, all the partners couldn't help but laugh. This was the first time that the paladin revealed his past! Moreover, he gave up studying because he was afraid of pain,
It's a black history. In everyone's mind, Ma Long is perfect.

Too good to be a normal person, but now, it’s a great addition~
"There are also different types of musical instruments. How to determine which one the man responds to."

Shadow Heart asked another question with a deadpan expression.

"It's either a violin or a lute. I think the latter is more likely, and most men will choose it. The former is usually played by women, as it is small and lightweight."

"Karak, please go and invite that tiefling girl over."

After a thorough analysis, Ma Longdang immediately ordered his companions to invite someone.
And Karak is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.
After all, they are of the same race, and they will have more trust in each other.

"clear."

After agreeing, Karak walked straight out of the room. Within two minutes, he brought the other party over, doing things quickly and neatly.

Seeing the girl who performed music for him at the party night, Ma Long smiled and talked to her,

Tell the other party that she needs to play a piece of music here, no matter what. It just so happens that the instrument they have is the lute.

The paladin offered help one after another. Naturally, the girl would not refuse to play for her benefactor, but would be happy to do so.

Soon, a beautiful and melodious piece of music sounded in the room,
Just as Malone judged, Artekula had a conditioned reaction! It's a pity that there is only a little bit...

Still didn't wake up.

"Okay, thank you for your playing, uh..."

The tiefling girl saw Malone's embarrassed look and smiled and told him her name.

"Alfila."

"Thanks for playing, Alfila, see you next time."

It's embarrassing to say that Ma Long never asked the other party's name, so now...

"You're welcome. I wish you all peace."

Alfila hugged the lute, bowed deeply to express her sincere wishes, then turned and left the room, continuing to take care of Sefolo.

That guy got a good beating, and I'm afraid he won't be able to get off the ground today.

There are only three tiefling refugees in the Final Light Hotel, Sevro, Alfila and blacksmith Demo.
Therefore, no one has time to take care of her except her. After all, Demo still has work to do.

Craft and maintain weapons and armor for the Harpers, while being protected by others.
You have to do whatever you can to help.

(End of this chapter)