God seal

The atmosphere of Van En College is different from before.

The teachers are always in a hurry when they go to and from class, obviously they don't pay attention to the class, and the mage apprentices are also absent-minded, paying more attention to other things than studying, just like in front of them——

"Have you heard, the Temple of Light has finally decided to do something big this time?"

The students were discussing enthusiastically, and when Archie walked into the classroom, their topic stopped abruptly, and everyone seemed to have been cast a silence spell.Archie Bailey walked past them without a change of expression, over the crowd, and sat down in a corner by the window.

A red-haired girl with freckles looked at him and hesitated to go up to say a few words, but was held back by her companion.

"Are you crazy? Be careful that even you will be implicated!"

"Yes, you must know that Archmage Bailey can't protect himself now."

"Bailey's..."

Archie didn't seem to notice the gossip, and he stood in the fog with his fingers and made faces on the window.He supported his right face with the other hand, squeezing the young face into a distorted appearance.

Why do you still stay here?

Archie asked himself.Now in this academy, except for grandfather and Master Frans, everyone is against his position.The mages seem to have completely forgotten their reason and self-esteem as truth seekers, and have become blind followers of Dui.Most of the people in the college have become certified Qudsmen, but how can they be blamed? The invasion of "Magic Addiction" has approached the city of Fanen. In a critical moment, besides relying on Duyi Xinservant who possesses the magical power of light, who else can he rely on?

In the face of life and power, mages should also lower their noble heads.

"Archie Bailey!"

Someone interrupted the teacher who was teaching and called Archie's name outside the house.

"You, come out."

Archie got up to meet everyone's eyes and walked out of the house. He had a hunch that once he left, he might never return to this classroom again.

At the same time, in the lobby of the Mage Council.

"Master Bailey, Master Frans."

The white-bearded mage sitting at the head looked at the two old mages and sighed softly, "Two votes against, 79 votes in favour, and [-] abstentions." He raised the hammer in his hand and dropped it heavily, with a bang To, the chief mage told the council's decision.

"The number of people in favor exceeds two-thirds of the seats in the parliament. Van En City has decided to accept the aid of the Holy City!"

Following the sound, all the mages present sighed in relief.As a loser, Old Bailey looked at his former classmates, classmates, and apprentices, but they all avoided his gaze and did not dare to look directly into his eyes.

The old mage sneered.

They thought that hiding under the protection of Du Yi would be safe and sound, but they didn't know that the god was the biggest threat.

"What do you want to say, Archmage Bailey?"

Archmage Bailey was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "It has been more than a thousand years since the first prophet glimpsed the magical law from the magic net, allowing weak humans to use this mysterious power. The elves are very talented. , the demons are passed down by blood. Only when humans accumulate knowledge bit by bit, can they achieve equal status with them. We used to be the slaves of the gods, and we were lower than other races. The efforts of countless sages made us have Today, as truth seekers, we can live rationally and with self-respect. But now I want to watch the modern mages abandon, return, and trample on all the freedom that the sages fought for!"

Quite a few mages were blushed by what he said, but more people were ashamed and said: "Speaking of turning to the gods, aren't you the first person to cooperate with the God of Light?"

"It's me. That's why I know how wrong it is."

"Master Bailey!" The chief mage stopped him, "If you can provide a better solution, I believe no one will be willing to make this choice. Besides, no matter how powerful the Temple of Light is at this time, this time it is still cooperating with us Solving the 'magic addiction', Van En City is not at their discretion. You are serious."

Archmage Bailey sighed softly, "Master Frans and I will leave Van En City today."

He glanced at the mage council hall for the last time and said.

"Won't be coming back."

Master Frans left after Bailey. The old mage who had always been taciturn and never participated in disputes suddenly said before leaving: "It's not two votes against, it's three votes."

If Bothian was here, he would never have voted for it.

"Bothian!"

The mage who was bending over to check the reagent almost trembled when he heard the sound, and added more reagents.He looked at the culprit, the unconscious elf.

"Please don't break into my laboratory without permission, I warned you."

The blond mage used spells to clean the tabletop corroded by the reagent, and had to start all over again.

"Do you know time-reversing spells?" Searle looked anxious, with a little uneasiness in his eyes.

Seeing the elf's expression, the blond mage didn't immediately criticize him for being imprudent, but thought for a while before saying: "Mages of the prophecy department can divination the future and see the past, but that doesn't mean we really Time can be reversed. What has happened cannot be changed, and the price already paid cannot be taken back. This is the basic law of the world, Searle."

"Yes... I know." Searle murmured in a daze, "Olivier said the same at the beginning. He can only predict his fate, but he can't change him."

Bothian has never seen Thrall in such a distraught state. In his incomplete memory, even after the fall of the Elf King, Sarandiel did not lose his due calmness and rationality.

"I don't understand why you are so disturbed. If I heard correctly, the messenger sent you the news that Polis had successfully captured the Confederate capital this morning. I thought it was good news, and you can start The first step of the plan." said the mage.

"Plan?" Searle took a step back, leaning against the edge of the table a little tiredly, "Yes, Polis will gather with Red and the others in White Rose City soon, and with the strength of the South, Roni can start With his lobbying, we can win a considerable part of the forces that don't trust Du Yi from the God of Light. But..."

"But?"

"I can't think of a reason for me to do this, Bossian." For the first time, confusion appeared in Searle's silver eyes. "I originally planned to go out for a while to find the missing Direll."

"Then you found out that it was a conspiracy from beginning to end. The God of Light was watching, the God of Evil returned to the mainland, and the threat of death and collapse swept the entire world, so you can't turn a blind eye to it. You can only pick up the rusty long sword again." "Isn't it?" said Bethian.

"However, what if the disaster itself will not stop? What if I exchange the lives of my close friends and relatives for a short period of peace? So many people were sacrificed 300 years ago, but it has been peaceful for more than a hundred years. Save A huge price needs to be paid, but destruction is always easy." Searle asked, "Is it worth everything I asked Polis and the others to do?"

God knows, when Searle knew the good news from the south, he was not happy at first, but fearful.He knew that the time left for the seal engraved on Polis's chest was running out, and he couldn't endure the departure of his relatives and close friends forever.

Bethien didn't speak for a while, and Searle wondered if he was disappointed.For the first time, it is discovered that the hero praised by the world is just a timid coward. Anyone will be disappointed.Searle fell into a kind of self-pity, and he didn't realize it at this time. His state now is so similar to when he was infected by the devil's breath on the sinking continent.Negativity consumed him.

With a bang, light flooded into the dark laboratory, followed by cheers all over the street.Searle was startled, and looked at Bethien who pushed open the window.

"Did you hear that?" the mage pointed out the window, "the parade crowd."

The crowd on the street was celebrating the victory of the South, which actually had nothing to do with them, but the patrolling soldiers following Searle heard the conversation between Searle and the Pegasus Knight, and regarded it as a Good news spread throughout the city.

Lord Sarandeil's allies won a victory in the south, which is equivalent to a victory for them. The people in the city were awakened and encouraged, and it seemed that all worries and fears were left behind today.Because they believed in Searle and believed that Searle would be able to lead them out of today's darkness and shadows.

"The war 300 years ago, and now 300 years later, you have never been supported only by your close friends, relatives, and those who trust you. Sarandir—" Bothian looked at the elf and said, "You Not Eli's paladin, you are their paladin."

You are not a paladin of some god, you are a paladin of all.

You are not a believer in gods, you are a believer in all free men.

"Sarandir!"

People cheered the hero's name, but they didn't know that the hero was sitting on the edge of the table, his eyes blushing quietly.

On this day, the news of Polis's victory in the south swept across the north, affecting the confrontation between the north and the south.On this day, Archie followed his grandfather and Master Frans to leave the city of Vannen where he grew up.

Today, Searle looked at the mage and thought.

It turned out that he really liked me.