An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

pop~
Following the sound of the finger snap, Ma Long and the others arrived in a luxurious and elegant hall in an instant. In the center was a round table with a mountain of delicacies piled up.

The mouth-watering aroma fills your nose.

Raphael stood by the table, holding a glass of red wine, with his arms open and a smile on his face:
"Everyone, welcome to the Residence of Hope."

"This is...your home?"

Gail looked around and said with a strange expression. Being forcibly "invited" back to the devil's home is not a good thing...

At the same time, Karak touched the glowing and hot part of his chest.

Suddenly he roared with rage:
"Damn devil! Send us back right now! Otherwise I'll fucking kill you!"

"Hey! Tough guy, don't get excited. This guy still owes me an answer."

Seeing this, Astelon hurriedly pulled the angry Karak away, preventing him from getting close to the devil.

Of course, with her slender figure, there was no way she could stop him...

But fortunately, Malone stepped forward in time to stop it:
"Calm down, Karak."

"Marlon, we are in Avernus Hell! If Zariel knew I was back, she would come and take me back by force!"

Seeing this, Karak explained the reason as calmly as possible.

He had managed to escape from this place.
Now that he has been brought back by the devil with a snap of his fingers, how can he not be angry?

At this time, Raphael calmly took a sip of the wine in the glass and said confidently:
"Don't worry, this is my territory. Zariel won't know you're back,"

"Everyone, sit down and enjoy the food in front of you, because this may be... the last dinner in your life."

As soon as these words came out, Yingxin and Weier fixed their eyes on the devil with extremely hostile eyes.
They said in unison, with a cold tone:
"Do you dare to say it again?"

"Oh? You two think I'm talking nonsense? It seems that you have a superficial understanding of the current situation. Why don't you take a seat and listen to my explanation?"

Facing two people who might attack at any time, Raphael remained calm.
He spread his hands and invited everyone to take their seats again.

Immediately, Ma Long waved his hand and ordered:

"Everyone find a seat. This devil is not our enemy for now."

After saying that, he was the first to choose a chair and sit down, then he unceremoniously picked up a piece of cream pie on the table and put it into his mouth to chew.

With the captain taking the lead, the others had no choice but to choose their seats and sit down.

However, no one dared to take the food...

"You don't seem hungry yet. In that case, I'll get straight to the point."

Seeing that only the Holy Knight was eating without any scruples, Raphael shrugged his shoulders, held the chair with his hands, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass and explained:
"General Som has mobilized his troops and ordered a manhunt throughout the area,"

"I vow to find and kill you. I could have stood aside and watched, but in order for the friendly cooperation between the two sides to proceed smoothly, so..."

Hearing this answer, Weier smiled coldly:
"Is this the real reason why you forced us into your home? A kind-hearted devil? Do you think I would believe that?"

In her opinion, the information might be true, but the other party must have other intentions!
The devil will never do anything that is not good for you.

Raphael raised the corner of his mouth with a playful smile:

"Border Blade, it seems that your master is not very kind to you, which has led to your misunderstanding and misjudgment of me."

"But I'm not her, and she's not worthy of being compared to me."

Then Ying Xin asked solemnly:

"Details of the army, how many men does Som have?"

Compared to Weir, he is more realistic, and whether this devil has other intentions is not something to consider at this stage.

Hearing this, Raphael's smile turned strange: "How can I describe it? The town of Resven seems to have returned to a hundred years ago. It is so lively~"

Although the exact number of people was not specified, these words really made everyone present tremble in their hearts.
Before being destroyed by the curse, the town of Raisven was a well-known pilgrimage site because of the Moonrise Tower! In addition, it is located near Baldur's Gate.
Many business caravans pass through here.
It is conceivable what kind of difficulties and obstacles everyone is about to face.

"...Another war."

Harsin's face was heavy, his eyes were filled with anxiety, and he muttered to himself in a low voice.

Although she tried to lower her voice, Raphael still heard it and agreed:
"Yes, Druid, this is a war, but this time there is no Green Gardener or Harper, only you~"

"Seven people, a huge army, do you think... you can win?"

"What do you think?"

At this time, Malone swallowed the food, looked at the devil meaningfully and asked back.

No matter from which angle you look at it, the winning rate of the group is less than 30%! Quantity brings about qualitative change, even if they all have special skills,

It will still be drowned by the crowds.

However, Raphael put away his smile and shook his head:
"I don't know. In fact, the person who should be asked this question is you."

"Do you want to win this war? If so, I can help you, but the condition is that you need to sign your name on it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the devil raised his hand and waved it, and suddenly a piece of parchment appeared out of thin air!

It slowly floated in front of Ma Long, with a feather pen next to it...

Bang!
Seeing this, Weier and Karak immediately slammed the table and stood up angrily, ready to take action.
At this point, there is nothing more to say!

"sit down."

"But..." x2
After being glanced at by Ma Long, the two men sat down again in anger and helplessness.

On the other hand, Raphael had a slight smile on his face, but the next second... the paladin took the contract floating in the air without even looking at it.

Just roll it into a ball and throw it behind you~
"Huh~ That's how it should be! Malone."

Seeing this, Karak couldn't help but praise loudly. Wei Er breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

After all, once you sign a contract, you're done.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, Raphael, and quickly tell me the secret behind Asdelon. I really don't feel comfortable staying in your house."

As he spoke, Ma Long picked up another piece of dessert and stuffed it into his mouth expressionlessly.

How could he possibly sign the devil's indenture?

If you really can't win, it's better to ask Eilistraee for help than to have anything to do with this guy.

Raphael was not angry at all, and started another topic in a good mood:
"As you wish, Asdelun. Be prepared. I am about to reveal the secrets hidden in the scars carved on your fair skin."

"Stop pretending! Speak now!"

Astelon was not a patient person to begin with, so he started scolding.

"The scar on your back is part of a hellish contract. The two parties who made the contract are Mephisto, the great devil of hell, and your former master, Kazadorzar."

"And the content is that Kazador will be granted an extremely evil and blasphemous ascension ceremony!"

"It is extraordinary, ancient and complex. Once successfully completed, the one who performs the ritual will be transformed into a completely new being! An ascended vampire."

After a rhythmic introduction, Raphael looked at Astelon with a special look.

(End of this chapter)