God seal

Rock City is bordered by the Dwarf Kingdom. Whenever the north wind blows, the sand and dust brought by the dwarves to open up the mountains and barren ridges will be swept along.At this time, the air in the city smelled of ore, and the passers-by covered their noses and walked in a hurry.Due to the open trade with various places, walking in Locke City, you can see different races with very different appearances everywhere, such as dwarves, highlanders, elves, and even orcs, but with one exception, you can't see any mixed blood.Mixed blood has another identity in Rock City.

"When are you going to follow me?" The mage who was walking in front stopped, and the air filled with ore powder oscillated slightly, and it seemed that an invisible person also stopped following him.

There was impatience in his voice, warning those lurking in the dark.

"He is right, you are indeed very sensitive, mage."

The wind moved the leaves and whispered to the mage's ears, but the other people passing by him did not hear the voice at all.

Bossian knew what kind of trick this was, because they had worked closely together in White Rose City.

"Druid." Using the same code word to convey information, Bossian warned, "Even if you follow me, you will not get useful information. I warned him not to go into this muddy water again. Where is he? "

"Didn't you see it just now? He is in the City Lord's Mansion, receiving a grand reception from the City Lord of Locke City."

The mage was a little annoyed.

"Tricks don't work on me. You think I can't tell it's a half-elf? Magic spells don't always work, and you should tell that guy to be careful of his half-elf companions."

Druid heard the advice from this sentence.

"You said Monte would be in danger?"

Bossian lowered his voice, "All hybrids are in danger in Rock City..."

"Bothian! So you are here!"

The person who interrupted their secret conversation appeared, and it was a very unwelcome guy.Mr. Olivier, who had just sang the oboe in the city lord's mansion, chased him to the street for some reason, and managed to find Bethian.

"Do you think you can wash away your stigma by hiding around? You patricide!"

The crowd around looked over because of this sentence, but Bosian didn't feel nervous. He looked at the young man in front of him who was much younger than himself and should be his brother in name.

"Patricide? How did that old guy die?"

"Aren't you the clearest?" Little Olivier bluffed, "Why, now you know you're afraid?"

"I just regret that he died so easily." Bossian sneered, "Have you seen his peaceful face sleeping in the coffin?"

Little Olivier and the guards behind him looked at each other, and they heard the black-haired man on the opposite side say.

"If I did it, I would never let him die so easily. But it is a pity that the man who has been mating around like a stallion all his life is not worthy of being killed by me."

"You!" Little Olivier blushed with anger.

"And you."

The mage's black eyes looked at him, and young Mr. Olivier shuddered as if stared into an abyss.

"Olivier's blood from promiscuity does not seem to guarantee that your IQ will develop like a normal person." Bossian coldly raised the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to see an elemental spell "Prison of Wind", Wind Blade The formed cage immediately trapped little Olivier and his followers.

"Unqualified prophecy mage."

As Bethian left, his mocking voice was still in the air.

"If you can really predict, you will know what will happen next time you bother me."

The street was thrown into an uproar because of the sudden appearance of the spell, and little Olivier, who was unable to fight back, screamed angrily and terrified like a duck in a cage.When Brian came back to his senses after watching the excitement, the mage had already disappeared.Druid shrugged helplessly.

"So, you just lost him without collecting any information?"

Back at their temporary secret stronghold, the bard Neil sneers.

"At least I know that Rock City is not very friendly to mixed races."

"Oh, this is really useful news." Neil said with a sly voice, "In the entire Locke City, except for you outsiders, there is no one who does not know this brother. What do you think the slave trade in Locke City is, these half-breeds! Half-elves, half-orcs, and others. Hybrids here have no right to life at all, but are just commodities of the slave trade!"

"In this case, why didn't you remind us when we decided to let Monte sneak in in disguise?" Brian was a little angry.

The bard sneered: "I thought you were very confident in your abilities and didn't need to be reminded by others."

Concerning the safety of his daughter and companions, the Druid, who has never been easily angered, was also angry.His hair was flaring up, making him look like he had doubled in size.

"Listen! I don't care about your tragic life experience and unspeakable past!" the orc growled, "If you hurt my daughter and partner because of you, I want you to fight back!"

The bard was pale, but his spine was still stiff.

"Really, if you have the ability, you will kill me now!"

When Ron entered the room, he saw such a tense scene.

"Hey guys, guys, stop it!"

He stepped forward and grabbed the two of them.

"The auction is coming soon, we can't fight among ourselves first! I'm sorry, Brian, I apologize on behalf of Neil. Neil, please stop talking to me!"

The bard closed his mouth with an ugly face.

"It's not you who needs to apologize." The orc calmed down a little, and gave Neil a cold look.

"I heard what you were arguing about. Actually, Brian, I went to Lord Salanduel just now to remind him of this."

"Searle, does he know?"

Big Ron nodded.

"You made a decision too hastily at that time, and I didn't have time to remind you, so I reminded you afterwards, asking him to be careful not to let the half-elf be discovered."

Brian thought of Searle's decision at the time, and felt a little too hasty.It was as if he purposely took this opportunity to let Monte pass by, to interrupt other people's questioning of Bethien's reputation.The elf cared too much about that black-robed mage.

"How did he say?"

"Your Excellency has gone to the City Lord's Mansion to find the half-elves. I think they will make a decision."

"Decision?"

Brian frowned when he remembered Bethien's merciless behavior towards his younger brother and father on the street before.I just hope that Sarandir's decision will not be affected by irrelevant factors.

In the City Lord's Mansion, a grand welcome banquet is being held. In order to welcome this extremely important person, all the dignitaries in the city gathered together, which is even more grand than the previous welcome banquet held for Bethian.

"Now you can carefully distinguish whether these nobles have the smell of Teresu. If there is none, then maybe as Ron said, we need to personally break into the auction site guarded by the 'black-robed mage'. You are What are you thinking?"

On the balcony, Monte, dressed up, asked an invisible person beside him.

"I regret if I was too hasty and let you participate in this dangerous situation." Searle's cold voice came along the night.

"Are you worried about me?" Monte laughed loudly, "It's not for nothing that I've been in Wind Rising City for so many years, and it's not that I can't handle this small scene."

"It's not just you, but Estes. I don't know if he's imprisoned with Teresu or elsewhere, but I'm worried that he will do something impulsive." Searle said, "Maybe I shouldn't have let you take my place."

"Come on. With you in the dark, at least we have a hole card at any time. But this hole card is invalid against that mage." Monte suddenly remembered, "What if he exposes me?"

"He wouldn't do it."

"You have a lot of confidence in him, but don't forget." Monte said, "That guy is not in our camp now."

Searle was silent for a while.

"I'm going to walk around the hall."

As he spoke, he walked among the crowd like a fish in water by praying to Eli for the divine magic.People see him, but don't notice him, just like he is a pillar of air, which does not arouse any interest in others.

This is the role of divine magic. It is different from spells that require careful preparation and consume a lot of energy. The power of divine magic comes from the gods.As long as the god you believe in is strong enough and favors you very much, you can do almost anything.However, Searle is usually not willing to use magic in this way.

After experiencing the events of Waterland and Hephaes, he began to try to minimize contact with Eli.That supreme and powerful god must have something important to hide from him.

"If he didn't have the blood of the Olivier family, how could he be so rampant!"

Searle heard an unfamiliar voice, but was talking about a familiar person.

"Berthian Olivier is a white-eyed wolf!"

Little Olivier, who had just been released from the "Prison of the Wind", seemed to be in a bit of a panic, but this did not prevent him from cursing and cursing his damned half-brother.

"He obviously didn't have the talent of a prophet when he was born." Little Olivier said angrily, "He must have used some sorcery!"

Friends around him booed: "Since you are so dissatisfied with him, why don't you go to that one!"

They winked.

"Sarandir is in the same hall with us now! He is a good friend of your family'Olivier the Prophet', and he will definitely agree to your request."

Searle stopped, and he was standing around them, but the group of young people ignored him perfectly.

Little Olivier showed a very tangled expression.

"Olivier the prophet, no...he." The young little Olivier said frustratedly, "Father said that that man is as disgraceful to our family as Bossian, and told me not to get close to anyone related to him .”

Searle narrowed his silver eyes.At this moment, he recalled the past.

"Family?"

The gentle and elegant young mage looked at his elf companion, and Sear lazily tied his long hair into a bunch and threw it behind his head, exploring the way ahead.

"I've never heard you mention your family, Olivier. Did you just pop out of a rock? Or are they all dead?"

Olivier looked at the swaying ponytail behind Seir's head who was walking in front, and deepened the smile at the corner of his mouth, but there was a hint of chill in what he said.

"Let it be like that."

The elf turned around in confusion, facing Olivier's gentle eyes looking at him.

The mage said softly: "Searle, I have no family except you."