God seal

When Archmage Bailey saw Searle who came to greet them, the first sentence was not a long-lost greeting, but a question with some reprimands.

"There's no need to exchange pleasantries, Your Excellency. I just heard the news on the road that you are developing with the Temple of Light and the Evil God at the same time. Please forgive my presumptuousness, this is simply—" He looked at those silver eyes, and would not Such pleasant words spit out, "Suicide."

Searle's brisk pace slowed down a bit because he saw his old friend. He stood there for a while before pacing over.But obviously, this time his steps were no longer brisk.

"Perhaps you are willing to listen to my explanation. This is a prudent decision we made after discussion." Before Searle could finish his sentence, the door of the living room was knocked open again, and Polis took credit for it. Satisfied, he rushed in and said, "You can't believe what I asked, Searle! That cunning blond kid finally admitted that he is Du Yi's spy!"

"Knight Polis, maybe you have some problems with your understanding of the language." Bossian, who was wearing a black robe, walked out slowly from behind him, "I don't know which sentence caused you to have such a funny misunderstanding .”

"You still want to quibble!" Polis was annoyed, "You just admitted in front of me..."

"What did I admit?" Bossian looked at him indifferently, "Do you need me to repeat what I just said?"

"Master Bossian?"

"Bothian!"

Two low shouts interrupted Polis's subsequent questioning.Archmage Bailey looked at the blond-haired and golden-eyed Bethian in surprise, and then at his grandson.

"Forgive me, you didn't ask." Archie had to raise his hands high, "I don't know how to explain it to you, saying that Teacher Bossian's appearance has changed a lot, like a different person?"

Archmage Bailey said angrily, "At least you should mention something to me."

Archie muttered, "Except for the color of his hair and eyes, he hasn't changed much from before."

"Berthien..." Another old man took a step forward, looking at the adopted son who was familiar yet unfamiliar in front of him, but the gaze that Birthin cast on him was completely unfamiliar.

"You must be Mage Frans. We have had some communication in the communication before. But I'm sorry, I may not be the Bethian you want to meet." He said to his adoptive father.

Frans turned his gaze to Searle, who finally felt as embarrassed as Archie at this time.Likewise, he didn't know how to explain to the old man the memory loss of his adopted son.

"Some special changes happened to Bosian." Finally, the elf explained with difficulty, "his appearance and memory may have been affected."

"Just a little?" Archmage Bailey pointed at the blond version of Bethian. "You know who he reminds me of when he looks like this golden? Don't tell me that Doe made him look like this. This It's not a trivial matter, appearance is the projection of the soul, he has undergone such a big change, you should tell us earlier!"

Bossian took a step forward to stop Archmage Bailey from scolding Searle, and he slightly lowered his head to look at the old mage.

"I think I have the right to choose who to tell or not to tell about my own affairs."

Looking at those eyes at such a close distance, Archmage Bailey found that although the color had changed, the jaw-dropping arrogance and calmness in those eyes remained unchanged.He sneered.

"Then why didn't you think of your right when you wrote to us for help?"

"Thank you very much for your help in the 'antibody' research, but I'm sorry to remind you that it's just collaboration, not asking for help. We each get what we need." Bossian took a step back, "Please come to an end about me for now. .I guess you guys had more important things to discuss just now, didn't you?"

Only then did Archmage Bailey remember that just before Polis broke through the door, he was asking Salanduel why he took the risk of starting two lines.He finally turned his gaze to Searle again, caring about this matter that should have been concerned.

Searle breathed a sigh of relief, at least he felt that answering this question was much easier than answering why Bethien became so golden.

"Actually, we were not the ones who started the war on the two fronts. At the beginning, we were just looking for forces in the north that were unwilling to join Duyi. But it didn't take long for Duyi to send his legion in the name of clearing the 'Magic Addiction'. The North is purging those who oppose him. We have to fight to keep our allies and ourselves."

"Then what happened on the Eastern Front?" the old mage asked.

"Eastern Front." Searle thought about the word, "Maybe you don't need to call it a battlefield. In fact, it has been a month since my younger brother led his troops to the Eastern Abyss. Demons, elves, the Temple of Light, three strands The forces are facing each other there. Yet we are not officially at war."

"But they said just now..." Old mage Bailey's eyes showed doubts, "Well, what are you doing there? Are the three forces gathered in one place just to pretend to be like a little girl?"

……

"It's so much easier to play with my daughter at home."

Orc Brian came over with a glass of hot wine in one hand.

"Drink?"

The elf's blue eyes glanced at the silver goblet, took it, and drank it down.It has to be said that the hot wine does have the effect of dispelling the cold. After just a while, the coldness on his body has faded a bit.He suddenly heard the orc laughing beside him.

Estes looked up displeased.

"Sorry, it just occurred to me that if I handed you this glass of wine when we first met, you would definitely slash at me with a sword. You would think, what kind of conspiracy is this evil orc planning?" Brian smiled, showing his fangs.

Estes stared at the sharp orc-like fangs for a long time. To be honest, those teeth are really scary. If these orcs kiss anyone, they will definitely poke a hole in the other's lips .

"I haven't completely changed my mind. Take care of your people, Brian, and don't give me a chance to lay hands on them."

Estes looked at the orcs camped not far away from the elves, and said so.

Brian was noncommittal, and touched his mouth after noticing the elf's gaze, "Maybe you care more about this? But, Amelia has never complained to me about my fangs." The orc smacked his lips, " She just complains that I never shave. God knows, I shave every day and my beard grows every day."

Hearing the orc mention his wife, Estes paused while toasting.

"...your wife, how did she die?"

"It's an old wound. Before I rescued her from the battlefield, she was wounded by the devil." Brian's dark eyes showed sadness, "I tried everything, and I also begged Ai Melia left us and went back to the sea of ​​trees, maybe you can cure her. But she doesn't want to, she doesn't want to leave Teresa and me behind." He closed his eyes, and the strong orc was talking about his dead wife At that time, the body was trembling slightly.

"I'm very sorry."

Brian opened his eyes in surprise and looked at Estes.

"I doubted the sincere love between you and your wife." The elf crown prince said bitterly, "It was also because of my prejudice that she couldn't bring her child back to her hometown. You can hate me, Brian."

Brian smiled, and he patted the young elf on the shoulder.

"If I hated you, wouldn't I have committed the same mistake as you arrogant guy. Estes, do you know why I promised your brother to join the orc tribe and join your war? I have already Leaving the tribe, the war between you and Dui has nothing to do with me, logically speaking, as long as I take Teresa to live in seclusion, I can save a lot of trouble, but I still lie in this muddy water."

Estes' piercing blue eyes turned to Brian.He looked at the tree sea elves and abyss elves by the campfire. They looked at each other and communicated with each other using sign language.He also saw Alwitt leading the elves and orcs to change shifts, taking over the patrol work in the second half of the night, nodding and passing by each other.The fence was cut down, the dry pond flowed into the living water, and the originally dead world ushered in new life.

"I know why." He said softly.

They stopped talking, and the bonfire burned quietly in the night.Saran'deil used communication to break the barrier between the past and the present, and melted the ice of interracial hatred for generations.And now, can he do more miracles?Estes doesn't know the outcome, but he chooses to believe.

So here he waits.

……

"That's not a battlefield, but a negotiating table." Searle explained to Archmage Bailey, "Maybe you can understand better when I say this."

"Negotiation? Who do you want to negotiate with, Dui or the devil?" Bailey said mockingly.

"What if I say all of them?"

Archmage Bailey stood up abruptly, "You're crazy!" He circled the room, stopping to stare at Searle from time to time, as if he didn't know what language to organize to refute his ridiculous plan, and finally he found a , "But you are still fighting with Duyi's Griffon Knights during the day!"

"If you want your opponent to sit at the negotiating table in peace, you have to show him your strength." Searle said.

"Negotiation? A lunatic who wants to destroy the world, a group of heartless demons? What bargaining chip do you use to negotiate with them?" Bailey said angrily, "You think Dui is a ten-year-old kid, and you can use candy to Buy it? Why don't you persuade him?" He looked at the people around him, but he realized that everyone from Polis to Bethien looked at Searle in the same surprise.

An ominous premonition welled up in Old Bailey's mind.

The old mage said hoarsely: "Don't tell me..."

"I'm about to tell you." Searle said, "Except for Estes who is on the Eastern Front, this is the first time I've told the people present about the negotiation."

Bethian looked at Searle for a long time.

"Who do you want to negotiate with?"

"Dui." Searle said.

"And what else?" Bethian asked.

"Evil God."

interesting.Someone in the dark laughed softly.

Under everyone's surprised eyes, Bossian said, "I think it's okay to try."