An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

Chapter 67 Comfort
As the devil left, Karak hurriedly came to the Border Blade and asked:
"Are you ok?"

After all, Weir ended up like this precisely because he let him go. In essence, the sect master was like a slave owner to the magician!

If you dare to betray and defy his will, the outcome is destined to be tragic...

Especially when the contract is made with demons, they regard mortals as playthings and will definitely do their best to punish and retaliate!
"I deserve it...I'm sorry, I...need to be alone for a while now."

In response, Weier lowered his head in despair, not daring to look at his companions.
She was afraid of seeing everyone's disappointed expressions on her, so she walked silently to an uninhabited corner of the cellar.

What an irony it is that heroes who used to hunt demons and monsters have now turned into hateful creatures...

Seeing the other party's lonely back, Karak was anxious but could do nothing.
He was good at fighting, but eloquence was not his strong point.

"Tsk, the hero has turned into a devil. I wonder what the expressions of the people who have been saved by the Border Blade will look like when they see it."

Astelon raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms and sighed.

As soon as he said these words, he was immediately glared at by everyone. The intention of adding insult to injury was too obvious.

Then Karak shook his head with remorse on his face:
"Damn it! I shouldn't have listened to you. If I had chopped up that stinky Mizola bitch, none of this would have happened..."

Hearing this, Ma Long sighed and explained:
"You have also been in hell, so you should have an understanding of the devil's contract,"

"What will happen to Veer if Mizola is killed? If nothing happens, do you believe it? Taking a step back, if there are no serious consequences, it will not be our turn to take action."

Once Mizola is attacked, Veer, who has made a contract with her, will not have a good outcome!
It was precisely because of this that the devil dared to act arrogantly in front of the paladin, and Ma Long had no idea what to do...

If the visitor is Raphael, he will definitely be the first to take action!
After thinking about it carefully, Karak realized that this was indeed the case, and scratched his head in embarrassment:

"Now what?"

"It's simple. He can comfort him. With Ma Long's eloquence, it shouldn't be a problem."

Shadow Heart shrugged and pointed at the captain.

Along the way, everyone has seen and appreciated Ma Long's talkativeness. He always instills the concept of unity and friendship in his companions.
Although it is a bit annoying, I have to admit that what he said does make sense~
"...Okay, I'll go."

At this point, Ma Long naturally couldn't shirk it, so he nodded and agreed.
However, Astelon also planned to join in the fun, and suggested with a confident smile:

"I'll go with you. I'm the best at saying what others want to hear."

Having said that, no one knows whether she really thinks so in her heart.

However, Ma Long glanced at her meaningfully and refused directly:

"No, you go to bed and rest as early as possible."

In his opinion, this woman's ability to talk sweet words is indeed good, but it is not suitable for comfort, and may even have the opposite effect.

When the words came into his ears, Astelon's expression dropped and he snorted coldly.
He walked to the big tent where he slept.

"You two should go to bed early. You will be energetic enough to better cope with the various difficulties and obstacles in the future. I will go over there first."

After giving instructions to Shadow Heart and Karak, Ma Long removed his armor.
Relaxing my muscles and bones after a long day's work, I walked slowly towards the location of the Border Blade.

At this moment, Weier is no longer as confident and elegant as when they first met, sitting alone beside a pile of clutter,

Touching the horns on his forehead, he didn't know what he was thinking about. His past style was gone.

Seeing this, Ma Long thought of the topic:

"This thing is really quite big. Is it heavy for you?"

Hearing the sound, Weir looked over subconsciously. When she saw Ma Long coming, she quickly lowered her head, hesitated for a moment and replied softly:

"...Well, I'm still getting used to it." Seeing this, Ma Long smiled, walked to the other party, sat on the ground and let out a long sigh of relief:

"Don't worry, I know you are afraid that everyone's attitudes and opinions towards you will change, and the righteous border blade will actually sign a contract with the devil,"

"However, it's not like there are no such people who use evil power to do good things. At least, I think you are in this category."

There are good and bad powers, but ultimately it depends on the user.
Good people can use it to do good, and bad people can use it to do evil.

It's like a sword. In the hands of the former, it can protect the people. If the latter gets it, it will inevitably cause all kinds of troubles.

"...Do you really think so?"

Weir raised her head, with a hint of hope in her scarlet eyes.

"Of course, the quality of power is not a measure of the user's inner goodness. At least I believe that every time you swing the sword, most of the time it is for good."

Shrugging, Ma Long put away his smile and solemnly stated his views and understanding.
If Weir used her power to do evil, how could she have the reputation of being a Border Blade?

"...Thank you, I..."

After saying this, Weier couldn't help but choked up. This incident has troubled her for a long time. Basically no one would believe it.

There is a demon master who is a kind-hearted sorcerer, and everyone sees things from their own perspective.

Therefore, when she received the long-lost trust, it was really difficult to control her emotions...

The words of comfort and persuasion had a good effect. Ma Long finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted the other party on the shoulder:

"Okay, don't get excited. No one will discriminate or hate you because of the source of your power. What's important is you as a person, understand."

"I understand, thanks again."

Finally, the smile reappeared on Weir's face.

"Don't talk nonsense all the time. You should go to bed early. It's been a tiring day. Anyway, if I touch the pillow, I will fall asleep immediately~"

"That's the end of the chat, good night."

After completing his duties as captain, Ma Long stood up slowly and yawned continuously.

Just as he was about to return to the campfire to have a good sleep, Weier got up and stopped him:
"Wait a minute, Ma Long, since there is no mirror, I want to borrow your eyes and tell me...do you think the change is big? Is it ugly?"

Looking back at the other party deeply, Ma Long smiled and shrugged:

"In my eyes, you are still you."

Although he has grown a pair of horns, they are not black or black, and their appearance has not deteriorated.

On the contrary, it gives it a different kind of beauty,
Originally in the team, she was neither as beautiful as Astelon, nor as graceful as Gale, but also a little dark, but now she has her own uniqueness.

After saying that, Malone stopped staying and left straight away. Weier had a smile on his face,
Follow him silently.

The two of them returned to the bonfire one after another. Seeing Wei Er's calm state, Ying Xin gave a thumbs up in admiration.

Karak was even more surprised and speechless... How long has this been? Not even ten minutes!

"good night everybody."

After returning, Weier said hello first, and then walked towards the tent, but before opening the curtain and going in, he took one more look at the paladin.

(End of this chapter)