An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

Chapter 95 The party is in progress

Sefro, the leader of this group of tiefling refugees, was drinking alone in a corner of the camp. He did not celebrate as much as the others and drank with each other.

Ma Long walked straight towards the other party and said hello with a smile:
"Safulo, this party is very lively, thank you for your kind invitation."

"You're welcome, paladin. If it weren't for you and your companions, I'm afraid we wouldn't have the chance to be as smiling and hopeful as we are now."

"This is a toast."

When the benefactor arrived, Sefolo's weathered and exhausted face showed a smile,
He raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it down in one gulp.

Seeing this, Ma Long nodded in greeting and looked forward to the party side by side:
"It's hard to lead a team, right? I see fatigue in your eyes, and I feel the same way."

Being a leader is not easy, especially if you want to be a qualified and competent leader.
You need to look forward and backward, worry about this, worry about that,
The total number of tiefling refugees is about thirty. It is understandable that it is difficult to lead such a large team, and each one of them has basically no fighting power.

On the contrary, most of Malone's companions are very reliable, although a few of them are sometimes uneasy.
But it's still far better than these refugees.

"Ah, indeed, it is difficult, but it will be easy once you reach Baldur's Gate."

Sefro couldn't help but sigh, but he had hopes and expectations for the future.
This is very important. It can give and provide people who are exhausted physically and mentally with some strength to continue moving forward. Even if it is not much, it is better than nothing.

Then, Ma Long suddenly asked a serious question that was inappropriate for the scene:

"Baldur's Gate, to be honest, do you think you can have a place there?"

He knew very well that tieflings, as refugees from Eltoril, were basically destined to be looked down upon and ostracized and driven away...

In the final analysis, the city is just that big, and managing a large number of people is not only a big problem, but

There are also many factors such as eating, drinking, and diarrhea.

"...I don't know, but if you don't go to Baldur's Gate, you probably won't be welcomed elsewhere. I can only pray that the people there will be kind."

In fact, Sefolo didn't think that much at all. He was satisfied if he could bring his compatriots to their destination. As for other aspects,
At that time, the refugees will have to rely on themselves to solve the problem.

Today, tieflings are not welcome anywhere. They have the blood of hell devils.

Coupled with the recent tragic incident of Eltoril falling into Avernus, the world's discrimination against them has been further deepened.

At this point, Ma Long stopped beating around the bush and said solemnly:
"Hey, it seems I can't persuade you to change your itinerary, but I must say something, Sefulo, don't try to save time and take shortcuts, take a long detour instead."

"Don't pass by the Moonrise Tower. You should have heard about that place."

The Moonrise Tower is the closest place to Baldur's Gate that must be passed through. It is easy to enter but difficult to come out if you rush into that cursed land.

Upon hearing this, Sefolo finally understood Malone's good intentions and nodded quickly:

"Thank you for your concern and reminder. I will make appropriate adjustments and change the path forward,"

"Also, paladin, go and enjoy this party. Don't waste your limited time on me."

After the words fell, a female tiefling came over and enthusiastically brought a large glass of wine and handed it to Malone.
He couldn't refuse, so he smiled reluctantly.

Catching the wine glass, he endured the spicy taste in his mouth and swallowed the wine like a knife... Ma Long didn't like wine. Personally, this way of relieving stress was not very suitable for him.
But now that the atmosphere is here, it’s impossible not to drink.

The next moment, another blue-skinned female tiefling came to him with a lute in her arms. She bowed first and then said loudly:

"This next piece of music is dedicated to the respected paladin and his brave and fearless companions!" As soon as these words came out, it immediately attracted the attention of most people in the party, and they all looked at it with excitement. Cheers.

Soon, the other party's nimble fingertips kept plucking the strings of the instrument,
A beautiful tune sounded in the camp.

And at this time, the bard Varro appeared out of nowhere, holding a wine glass and whistling happily to participate in the performance.
During this period, everyone in the audience fell silent and listened to the duo's ensemble.

Music is one of the most beautiful things in the world. It can relieve stress when you are tired, relieve the fatigue in your heart, and even heal the broken will of heartbroken people.

Reinvigorate them and face the next suffering with a better side,
There is no obstacle in the world that cannot be overcome, it just depends on whether you want to.

After a while, the song ended,
"Okay! One more song!"

Among the crowd, Karak's tall and burly figure stood out. He held a large bucket of wine under his arm and shouted excitedly with a loud voice.

Apparently, he drank a lot.

Hearing this, Ma Long smiled helplessly and said to this cute-looking tiefling girl.
And Varro on the side thanked him, and then said loudly to everyone:
"Thank you both very much. One song is enough. This party is not just mine, it belongs to everyone present. I wish you all have a good time tonight!"

"yeah!"

"I'm going to get drunk!"

His speech stirred up waves, and everyone in the camp rushed to echo.
They stopped gathering and returned to the place where they first stayed, continuing their previous fun activities and drinking heavily. They got drunk tonight.

At the same time, Shadow Heart came to the paladin with a wine glass and suddenly said:
"cheers."

"Hey, when did you come here?"

Hearing the sound, he turned around to look. Ma Long was slightly surprised and asked quickly. At the same time, he kept moving his hands and collided the wine glass with the other person's.
I had never seen this companion before.

"If you don't say this when you're listening to music, you'll be in trouble."

Ying Xin took a sip of wine, shook her head and said seriously:

"Look, Gale, Weir, and Astelon are all looking here."

Following the direction indicated, Ma Long turned around and looked over. He saw three female members of the team. They were in different positions, but their behaviors were very unified.

The target is locked: the paladin.

"...hell."

Seeing his sad face, Ying Xin glanced at him and shook his head helplessly:

"Do you know you regret it? You'd better choose one immediately and take the initiative to go there. After the other two see it, they will know the appropriateness and stop getting closer."

"As for who to choose, it's up to you, but don't dwell on it for too long, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Ying Xin's voice stopped suddenly. He couldn't help but open his eyes wide, as if he saw an unbelievable horrific scene.
Because...they are here~
"Take care, you wish for good luck. I hope to see you in good condition tomorrow morning."

Immediately, Ying Xin patted Ma Long's shoulder heavily and ran away. He had to keep a good distance in the next occasion.

Ma Long was left alone, dumbfounded and at a loss...

(End of this chapter)