God seal

"Searle!"

Olivier woke up from the nightmare with a cry.The panic in the dream still persisted, so that it took him a while to recover and notice that he had shifted his position.The fire outside the camp exudes warmth, and people can't help but get closer, but Olivier saw the figure outside the fire at a glance.

"Searle."

He called out in a low voice, and the elf turned around, his silver eyes were illuminated by the fire, as if stained with a layer of blood.Only then did Olivier notice that the elf was sitting by the fire and wiping a long sword, but the long bow that had been by his side for a moment before was gone.

Was it lost in battle?Oliver frowned.That was Searle's favorite bow.

He tried to comfort his partner, and said, "After I go back, I'll ask Alantu to order a new one for you..."

"There's nothing new, Olivier." The elf interrupted him. "Have you forgotten? The fortress is gone, and Alantu is gone, as well as Nanny, Bailey and Bart."

The elf's voice became lower and lower, and every time he announced a name, the fingers wiping the long sword became harder.Only then did Olivier notice that the blood red in Searle's eyes turned out not to be fire. At this moment, the elf looked up at him.

"If fate dooms me to lose everything." He asked, "Olivier, why didn't you predict today?"

Sadness appeared in the black-haired mage's eyes, and he spoke hoarsely for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Searle."

No one answered.Those laughter and laughter seemed to disappear in the wind forever.

-

According to Sarandeer, Berthian and Olivier don't actually look alike.

From the appearance alone, apart from the same black hair and black eyes, there is almost no blood bond between the two; when it comes to personality, the two are very different.Olivier in the memory of the elves is a gentle and elegant mage, he is knowledgeable, restrained and polite, although he always gives people a sense of distance, he is also a rare good person.As for Bossian, this young man's coldness is different from Olivier's. His indifference can frostbite the most passionate soul, and his smile is like a rose with poisonous thorns.His handsomeness is almost aggressive, but his person is even more so.

So Saran'duil, upon seeing this loathsome mage, would not associate him with his former companions, nor should he be softened by it--as it should be.Thinking of this, Salanduel, who was leading the way, turned his head to look at the black-robed mage.

The black-robed mage seemed to be staring at him all the time, and the two eyes suddenly met. The mage didn't flinch, but continued to look at him openly, facing the elf's gaze.The eyes were full of probing, playful and cold analysis, which made Salanduel feel even more displeased.But he still brought this annoying guy back.

They returned to the hut where Salanduil and the paladins lived before. Since Salanduil cast a barrier spell on the hut, no mage has been able to find it yet.Even Bossian was a little surprised when he saw this barrier.

"Excellent shielding method is worthy of Eli." The mage asked, "Is this a kind of divine art?"

Salanduil glanced at him: "This is the magic of elves."

Bothian was a little surprised. He thought that the elves who joined Eli's camp should no longer be able to use their magic.But before he could figure it out, Salanduil had already entered the house, so he could only follow in.

"It seems that this is your secret base." The mage looked at the humble hut in front of him, "So, I can also be regarded as a member of the secret base now?"

"You are at most a hostage." Salanduil threatened him deliberately, "Once the mages act recklessly, I can tear you apart."

Bo Xien probably understood what "tearing the ticket" meant, but he was not frightened. Instead, he deliberately pretended to be honored.Salanduil had nothing to do with this brazen fellow, and when he found that his taunts and threats had no effect on the mage, there was nothing he could do with him.That's why Salanduil came to Vann City, but he was unwilling to contact more mages.After all, 1 orcs are no match for a mage—only on the spiritual level.

However, Bossian is very good at guessing other people's minds. If necessary, he will use this power of observation to help himself—just like at this moment, the mage chose a chair in the living room to sit down. .

"Assuming my conjecture is not wrong, you brought me to this room to show that you have agreed to my previous proposal. Then, Lord Sarandeer, you want Olivier—or me, to prophesy something for you What?" Berthian added, "I will do my best."

Salanduil looked at the mage with silver eyes, as if judging the truthfulness of his words,

"Are you a mage of the divination department?"

"Actually." Bossian said, "I've dabbled in divination, elemental, and illusion."

Salanduel was really taken aback. You must know that there are a wide range of mage factions. There are five types in total—elemental mages who can use the power of elements for their own use like the believers of the water god and fire god; they can change the form of matter properties, even alchemy mages who can forge new substances; prophecy mages who can understand the past and future by communicating with nature (in fact, there are very few prophecy mages who can really do this, and most people can only cast One or two simple wish spells); and the illusion mage who can deceive the senses and minds of others and create illusions; the last one is the most mysterious and most feared necromancer.

The five factions are not connected, but have deep gullies.Usually, if a talented mage apprentice can achieve something in one of the departments, it is already a gift from heaven.But this young human who looks less than 30 years old in front of him, he just said that he is proficient in all three departments?

Salanduil didn't think that someone would be so stupid as to tell such an easily exposed lie in front of him. Then, there was only one answer, and what the mage said was true.However, the elves are not happy. A unique three-line mage often means not only extraordinary talent, but also unusual troubles.Searle was upset, why did he always meet these troublesome characters.

"Your ability is enough to become the youngest archmage in the future and enter the mage council to be elected elder." Sarandiel doubted, "I can't think of any reason for you to give up these things and come to help behind the back of Van En Academy." I."

"Maybe the two don't conflict," Berthian said.

The elf sneered, "What if my interests are opposed to those of Fann Academy? Which side will you choose?"

"I'm on my side." Bossian said honestly, "In fact, only two people with the same interests and needs will have a long-term cooperation. Now I have something to ask for you, so I naturally hope that I can also be of use to you. Until this attempt is realized, I don't think I would mind offering you a little help."

Salanduil watched him silently for a while.A self-interested fellow, the elf thought, just the type he hated the most.

But when this kind of person proposes cooperation to you, you can rest assured.At least a deal where everyone has their own plans is much better than owed favors.

Bossian watched the elf still lost in thought, and took this opportunity to carefully study the other's brows and eyes.He found that he always subconsciously compared the Sarandir in front of him with the Thur in the memory of "Olivier the Prophet", and soon discovered that there were so many differences between the two that Bothian couldn't help but Curious about what the other party has experienced in the past 100 years.

For an elf, being three hundred years old is like fresh dewdrops on the treetops.But Salanduil seems to have aged prematurely, even though his appearance has not changed, the fountain of his soul seems to have dried up.

Saran'deil finally made a decision.

"I need you to help me prophesy..."

The elf whispered to the mage what he needed in language.

Bossian was a little surprised: "You have to know that the more powerful the prophecy is, the lower the success rate. So, a giant dragon?"

The elf seemed happy to see him deflated.

"You can't do it?"

Bossian looked at the elf who raised his eyebrows in front of him and showed some wantonness, and it was only at this moment that he finally merged with the image in his memory.He found it interesting, and felt a sense of accomplishment that he finally tore off a corner of the thickly armed man in front of him.

So Berthian said, "I can do it for you."

Before performing the prophecy spell, Bothian always felt that he had forgotten something, but soon, as the spell progressed, he, who was flawlessly distracted, put this matter behind him and thought it was probably insignificant thing.

And outside the rose garden of Van En College, the "insignificant" Archie Bailey, who had been petrified, shivered in the cold wind.Most of his classmates gathered at the door of the rotunda, so that Archie Bailey couldn't even find anyone who called for help.

The magic apprentice, who was almost frozen by the cold wind, could only turn his mind desperately, hoping that thinking would generate heat for him.He thought, Has the devil Bethion caught the mysterious elf?Are they already fighting?He thought again, what happened to the entrance of the round hall now?Have you all met the legendary Saran'dir?

But in fact, Bethion and the elves did not fight, and the crowd gathered at the door of the rotunda did not see Salanduil.And because they still couldn't see the person they wanted to see, the gathered crowd gradually became restless.

Eddie was also surprised when he saw the dark crowd through the window.

"If you don't let Reid pretend to be the same as before and go out to meet them, will they leave?"

The devastated mages shook their heads and said that it would only make the scene more chaotic.The paladins finally felt a tinge of guilt for the situation they had provoked. At this time, if any mage took the opportunity to ask them to cooperate with some innocuous experiments, the paladins who felt guilty would not refuse.

"The matter has come to this, I wonder if you can still contact His Excellency Sarandir." Archmage Bailey sighed, "I don't ask Your Excellency to show up, but even if I just get a definite message from him, I can still tell you The crowd waiting outside has something to say. Please, it's just a small plea from a troubled old man."

The paladins looked at each other, and when they seemed to be moved, a young mage rushed in from outside the hall and shouted in panic, "Teacher! It's not good—" Seeing that the trick was about to succeed, he was interrupted. Master Bailey held back his impatience and said, "Didn't I say, don't come in to disturb if there is no important thing!"

"Oh, I just realized now that in the eyes of the archmage, we are just insignificant things."

With a sarcastic laugh, several tall figures pushed away the thin mage in front of them and rushed in directly.Almost at the same time as they came in, the paladins who were standing quietly held their sword hilts one after another as if they were stimulated, and made postures of fighting readiness.

The few uninvited guests who just broke in obviously also saw these blond paladins.

"I thought who it was." The leader sneered, "It turned out to be Du Yi's little pet. Why, your collector god finally let you come to Vann to preach?"

Yvonne's eyes darkened.He looked at the insulter, his eyes swept over the other's dark skin, weird tattoos, and horns on his head.He looked at the mages who obviously had a bad expression on the side.It was the first time that the paladin, who had always been gentle, had such a cold voice.

He growled angrily.

"Devil! Mage, you are actually living with the south!"

At the same time, in the hut, Bethian also spoke the result of the prophecy.

"South." The black-robed mage immediately said jokingly, "just at this time."

In the round hall, the man Yvonne called a devil flicked his tail.

"Ah, the secret has been discovered." He said evilly, "Then the only thing to do is silence."

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Remarks: This chapter refers to the setting of some relationship law occupations in the DND system.Thanks to the great Western Fantasy creators.

Also, why does it feel like Papi is so much more popular than Bethien?