God seal

Someone once said: On a barren land, even the wind is poor.

This sentence is still very correct when used in Fengqicheng 20 years ago.

This border city belonging to the Southern Freedom Alliance is located at the junction of the Orc Foothills and the Southern Plains.The cold wind blowing from the canyons at the foot of the Orc Mountains turned into dry dust here.Not only did it not bring rain, but it also caused more inconvenience to the lives of the residents.

However, just 20 years ago, the temporary rise of a mage completely changed this situation.

Visitors who come to this small city now, on the way into the city, besides seeing the endless yellow sand, are those huge black shadows standing on the sand.Under the blowing of the strong wind, they rotate their fan blades that cover the sky and the sun, continuously providing energy for Fengqi City.Today, this originally remote and desolate border town has become one of the most important border trade cities in the Southern Freedom League.It's astonishing how much it has changed in 20 years, as is this vibrant country.

Wallis is a native of Wind Riser, and like most of the earliest residents here, he is a hybrid, a hybrid of orcs and humans.He had never seen his damned father, nor his poor mother since he was born.So far, when Wallis mentioned his childhood to others, he always said——I was able to grow up safely, and I simply used up all the luck in my life.However, because of this, his luck was not very good in the decades after his life.

Wallis had no family, and as a bachelor he had enough to support himself, and as a not so industrious bachelor he would squander in taverns every time he made enough money until he had nothing left in his pocket. Think about continuing to work.

Today is the time for him to go out to work.Fortunately, however, he soon found a job.

"You can rest assured!"

Facing the employer, Wallis patted his chest and assured him: "I have lived in the city for 20 years, and no one knows the way here better than me. I can find out what you want to do and who you are looking for. Even if you want a boat ticket to smuggle to the holy city, I can do it for you, but the price will be calculated separately."

Wallis felt that the man under the hood looked at him, and the eyes were cold, which made him swallow the rest of his bragging involuntarily.

"I don't need a boat ticket to the holy city."

The hooded man spoke, and unexpectedly, his voice was clear and sweet.Wallis couldn't help but think that none of the most popular singers in the tavern had such a nice voice.But the person who spoke was a man. He felt a little regretful, but continued to listen to the employer's opinions calmly.

"I just need you to help me find a hotel that is safe enough."

Wallis was a little dissatisfied: "There are hotels everywhere on the street."

"You didn't understand what I meant." The employer's voice became cold. "It's safe enough, which means there won't be any uninvited guests breaking into the empty door at night, and there won't be any stupid guys daring to cause trouble."

"Oh." Wallis understood, "That's not much, you know, the most indispensable thing in Wind Rising City is troublemakers. But if necessary, I can still find one for you, It's just the accommodation fee and agency fee..."

"take me."

The other party threw a gold coin.Wallis's eyes lit up and he quickly caught it.Just as he was exhaling excitedly, stroking the gold coin, and thinking about how much oil and water he had left for the fat sheep in front of him, the employer spoke again.

"I will not be stingy in rewarding those who help me; I will not be stingy in punishing those who plot evil."

Wallis froze for a while, and after a while he said honestly: "Please come with me, both of you."

The hooded man followed Wallis with a child wrapped tightly in his arms.

Fengqi City is full of mysteries. In fact, people with secrets and conspiracies come and go here every day.Therefore, Wallis didn't care about the strange attire of the employer behind him. He could guess the identity of the tightly wrapped child in the employer's arms—but it was another mixed-race child who was not welcomed by other countries!

This is all too common. In the hundred years since the founding of the Southern Liberty Union, mixed-race people from all over the continent have gathered to this land.They may have been abandoned by their biological parents, or they may have been sent by their family members, or they may have gone through all kinds of hardships to arrive.The only thing they have in common is that they have nowhere to go but here.

Wallis himself was such a hybrid. With his sensitive nose, he had already smelled the identity of the cub in his employer's arms—he had the smell of a wolf on him, so he must be a cub of orc hybrid.But what is the relationship between this half-wolf cub and his employer?They don't look like blood relatives, and they don't taste like that at all.

Wallis thought wildly, but also led the employer to the destination.

"Here we are." He said to the employer behind him, "I can assure you that this is the safest hotel in the whole city. After all, it is opened by the relatives of the city lord. You figured it out yourself."

The employer obviously didn't feel that he belonged in the ranks of "ordinary people", and he threw Wallis a gold coin.

"Come here and find me at sunrise tomorrow morning."

Then he hugged the little wolf cub in his arms and stepped into the hotel.

Wallis stood outside for quite a while, and after a while, he didn't wait for the scene he expected—the employer was kicked out of the store in a state of embarrassment.

"Okay." The big man with animal hair shrugged, "I should have guessed that he is not an ordinary person." But all in all, this business is profitable!There are two gold coins for leading the way, hehe.

Sarandiel stood at the window, watching the half-orc who brought them to the hotel disappear into the corner of the street, then looked away, and then moved his gaze to a rusty gold and copper badge in his hand.The reason why he was able to check in successfully just now was not because of his status as a paladin of Eli, nor because of the face of an elf, but because of a professional ranger badge from a long time ago.

There are three wind patterns on this badge, which means that the owner of the badge is already a recognized third-level professional.However, in fact, long before he gave up his identity as a ranger, Sarandiel's strength was beyond this level.He just didn't bother to go to the professional association to improve his level.However, for the current situation, the three-level professional badge is enough.

The elf put away the badge and stroked a thin cracked line on the short bow.Since giving the long sword to Red, he has not been able to get it back.This bow is his only weapon now, and he needs to find a chance to repair it.On the bed, the half-elf was already asleep.Searle approached him lightly, carefully observing his peaceful sleeping face.After a while, he left the house.Of course, before leaving, the elf didn't forget to leave behind a warning formation.

On the streets of Fengqi City, it was as noisy as the strong wind outside the city.

"Hire a familiar guide to go to the Stone Forest Forest! One day back and forth, the price is negotiable."

"The original price of the legendary holy sword is [-] gold coins, now it only costs [-] silver coins! Bloody cheap, don't miss it when you pass by!"

"The devil half-blood will help you to engrave the official seal, which is fake and genuine, with a self-confusing effect. If you intend to trade with us privately..."

In this street full of people of all kinds, there are not a few people like Searle who wear windbreakers and hoods to hide their identities.Therefore, no one pays special attention to him.The elves shuttled through the crowd like this, observing the city silently with their eyes and ears.

Until finally, he stopped in front of a stall.The stall owner doesn't seem to be as enthusiastic about recommending his own products as the others. He just spread a straw mat on the ground, and there are sporadic and unknown types of herbs on the straw mat.Other than that, there was no yelling and no signs.It's almost outrageously shabby.

Noticing that Ser stopped in front of the stall, the stall owner didn't raise his head, and only turned the straw hat on his head when he was impatient with the sun.

Until Searle made a sound, which caught his attention.

"The star sand grass that only grows in the Aixi River, germinates with the rising of the morning star, and dies soon, and its life is only a short breath. In this breath, only the elves blessed by the goddess of nature can succeed Take it."

The stall owner wearing a straw hat stopped his dangling calf, raised the brim of his hat, and looked at the customer from the shadows.

"You know quite a lot." The stall owner said disdainfully, "But do you want to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, don't hinder me from basking in the sun."

Searle was not offended by his attitude, but continued: "The star sand grass is useless to humans, but it is indispensable to the elves. Only after the baptism of the star sand grass, can the newborn be would really be part of the clan.”

When Searle said this, the straw hat stall owner began to watch him seriously.

"As for half-elves, the potion made of Star Sand Grass can improve the purity of their bloodline and make them less suffer from the blood rush."

The straw hat stall owner jumped up suddenly, and a pair of pointed ears flashed away from Searle's sight.After a brief moment of anger, the stall owner quickly calmed down again. He glanced up and down at Searle a few times, and soon showed a clear expression.

"I just said, how can ordinary people know Xingshacao so well." The straw hat stall owner took a step back, and before he knew it, a dozen figures surrounded Searle.

"This is not the sea of ​​trees, elves, do you think we will still be coerced by you?"

"Coercion?" Searle repeated the word with some doubts, "I thought we were compatriots."

The straw hat stall owner chuckled and took off his hat.

"This is really the funniest joke I've ever heard." He sneered, his sharp ears exposed to the sun.At first glance, those ears were no different from Searle's, but at the base of the ears, a gap was obviously cut with a sharp instrument, which was an irreparable disability and scar.

He seemed to be laughing at himself, and also seemed to be pitying himself: "How can a crippled mixed race like us deserve to be your compatriots? Noble and elegant Elf Your Excellency, don't you feel disgusted when you see this face?"

In the inn, the half-elf with a face full of animal hair was sleeping soundly. He turned over and fell asleep again drooling.

The author has something to say:

Half-elf: "Wouldn't you be disgusted to see this face?"

Searle: "No. I never look at beauty and ugliness when I make friends, after all..."

Bossian: "It's not as beautiful as you."