An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

Chapter 93 Vanity

"Great, see you later."

Seeing that Malone agreed, Sefolo turned around and left with satisfaction, heading towards the refugee camp.

After the other party walked away, Karak cheered ecstatically:
"Yayhoo! Party!"

After a tiring day and several high-intensity battles, everyone, not just this strong man, needs to relax. The easiest way is to drink.

Get drunk tonight and then rest~
Of course, there are also more advanced ones, such as finding someone of the opposite sex or the same sex to have fun and spend the night together, but it is also very difficult.

But if it succeeds, the process will be wonderful~

Looking at Sefolo's retreating back, Ma Long turned back and smiled at everyone:
"Everyone take care of yourself first."

Originally, he still had something to say, but he could just leave it until tomorrow morning. Now that night has fallen, it's time to rest.

Then everyone left their weapons, took off their armor, and walked toward the cave camp.
It didn't take long before we arrived at our destination.

With the external threat no longer present, the tiefling refugees' spirits improved and they no longer feared for their lives.

Perhaps after leaving the green woodland, you may encounter danger,
But today, they survived!
Everyone celebrated with a glass of wine, trying their best to vent all the negative emotions that had been accumulated in their hearts these past few days.

Ma Long felt deeply proud and gratified at this situation, and immediately waved his hand:
"Go, you guys have fun, I have something to talk to Sefolo alone first."

"Aha! Party! Here I come!"

Karak was already impatient. As soon as he heard this, he strode directly towards the center of the camp, which was full of cheerful atmosphere.

Because he is also a tiefling, integrating into the refugee community is a breeze.

Seeing this, Ying Xin shook his head helplessly. This strong man was very good in every aspect, very reliable, and made people feel safe.
It's just that my personality is a bit too lively, and I was so excited about a party.

But this is understandable. After all, I have been trapped in that hellish place in Avernus for too long...

"Don't wait too long, Malone. Karak has a huge appetite and can drink up all the drinks."

After a reminder, Ying Xin left straight away, while Gale covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing, and followed the steps of the people in front of her to join the party.

However, Astelon and Weir stopped where they were, motionless...

The former sneered and showed disdain, while the latter bowed his head full of loss and inferiority.

Seeing the two of them stopped, Ma Long urged:

"Why are you standing there, go quickly."

Hearing this, Astelon shrugged slightly, spread his hands, shook his head and sneered:
"Forget it, those refugees didn't help at all. Now they are enjoying the benefits and celebrating. I can't stand it. If I really want to go, what trouble will I cause by "accidentally"?"

"You will definitely blame me again when the time comes. You might as well not go there to avoid trouble."

From the beginning, she had not cared about the refugees, and providing help was not something they wanted to do. It was just that the paladin insisted on doing so, and she had no choice but to do so.

In response, Ma Long sighed:
"Don't come into contact with the tieflings. Just ignore the refugees. Stay with your own people. If you miss this opportunity to relax, you don't know when the next time will come."

He was not joking. The further the journey goes, the more serious the troubles everyone will face, and there will be almost no suitable opportunity to relax.

After what he said, Asteron hesitated for a moment and finally nodded in agreement:
"Since you said so... Okay~ I'll go, and you should come over early. Will we go together?"

"No, after all, I look too good now... I'm sorry, let me refuse. If possible, could you please help me get a bottle of wine."

Weier shook his head and declined the invitation to travel with him.

The hero transformed into a devil, and was destined to be looked at with many strange eyes. It was inevitable that she had had enough in the afternoon.
I don't want to do it more times at night, which will only make me feel more uncomfortable. "Okay, I'll bring you a bottle of good wine."

Hearing this request, Astelon raised her lips slightly, agreed quickly, and left briskly.

"Vell, this matter..."

Before Ma Long could blurt out his words of comfort, Weir directly interrupted and said with a wry smile:

"Please, Malone, not everyone can be like you and have a pair of eyes that can see through the appearance of things and discover the true inner nature,"

"I will gradually get used to it, but not tonight. I have made up my mind. Please don't try to persuade me anymore."

Although her words were decisive, Ma Long was not someone who gave up easily.

In his opinion, if you want to attend a party, you must go at least one person, otherwise it will go against the original intention of unity that he has emphasized many times.
Share the blessings and share the difficulties.

Then his mind started working quickly, and after thinking about how to chat, he said in a deep tone:

"You know, the reason why you feel uncomfortable is that you care too much about the heroic persona you have been given by the public. Vanity is a bad thing."

"...What? Vanity? You're kidding, I'm not..."

As soon as this word hit his ears, Weier looked panicked, his eyes erratic, and he denied it.
But her subconscious behavior said it all.

Malone, on the other hand, did not listen to her excuse and continued on by himself:

"The reputation of Border Blade is people's praise and recognition of your righteous deeds, but it is also a different kind of bondage,"

“It feeds your hidden vanity and makes you think of ways to keep it going.”

"That Cambion made you look like this just to make your vanity unsatisfied and attract people's strange eyes, so as to break your psychology!"

As a devil, Mizola loves and is good at playing with people's hearts.

Weir violated the magical contract. Logically speaking, it would be an exaggeration to take away her soul. But instead of doing so, the other party turned the person into a devil.
It seemed like the punishment was light, but in fact he was using his vanity to torture her!

"...No, I...that's not true."

Hearing this, Weier opened her eyes wide in disbelief and looked down at her hands.
Ma Long shook his head repeatedly and sighed:

"Stop lying to yourself. You disobeyed the other party and let Karak go. Mizola could have thrown your soul directly into hell, but it is the devil after all,"

"This move is inconsistent with his identity, so it will crush your pride and let your vanity torture you,"

"Your pain is the source of its pleasure."

Signing a contract with the devil is not the most pitiful outcome, but Weier has really tasted the pain and is in great pain.

"……Then what should I do?"

"It's very simple. Don't care about people's opinions. It doesn't matter whether the Border Blade is a hero or a devil. The important thing is Verrevengard."

"Do you have an unswerving heart that truly yearns for justice and kindness?"

As he spoke, Ma Long raised his hand and put it on her shoulder:
"Doing good can't be a purpose. It needs to come from the heart. When you see someone in need, you will subconsciously lend a helping hand."

"You've forgotten the original intention, and that's why you feel bad."

　It's a bit urgent, sorry guys, one more update

　　
　
(End of this chapter)