God seal

The anger of the half-elf was still ringing in his ears.

"How can us mutilated hybrids deserve to be your compatriots!"

Around, more than a dozen half-elves took up weapons and aimed at Sir.Their beautiful emerald eyes, which symbolized the blood of the elves, were full of anger and hatred.

Searle has faced a lot of hatred, from enemies and from enemies.But he had never faced the hatred of the one he loved, the one he wanted to protect.Today, the hostile gazes of the half-elves are unmistakable.

"You came all the way here, didn't you just come to ask about the star sand grass? We picked it legally in the Aisi River Basin of the human country, and it didn't enter the territory of the elves." It seemed that Seir was silent His reaction made it clear to the other party that he was not that hostile.The straw hat stall owner waved his hand, and his half-elf companions put down their weapons, but still stared at Searle.

"An elf shouldn't appear in Wind Rising City, what's your purpose for coming here?"

"I want to ask you to help treat a person." After thinking for a while, Searle still said.

"Based on your resources and capabilities, do you still need the help of us homeless?" The stall owner did not continue to put on the straw hat. His long dark blue hair was blown by the wind, catching a pair of emerald green eyes.Now, those beautiful eyes are full of sarcasm.

Searle explained: "He is a mixed race, and he is not yet an adult. I can't treat him with the methods I know, but you can."

The other party's expression suddenly changed.

"Mixed blood, who is his father and mother?"

"I don't know." Searle really didn't know anything about it.

"Ha! Elf, you don't know anything, so you let us rescue a half-elf?" The half-elf with beautiful dark blue hair said angrily, "You just leave him like other elves and ignore him! Now here What hypocrisy are you here for? If you really want to cure him, why don't you take him back to the Sea of ​​Trees! There are plenty of ways to cure a half-elf!"

"Because I can't go back to the sea of ​​trees." After the exit, Searle realized that saying this sentence was no longer as difficult as before.

"I found him at the foot of the Orc Mountain, but his condition is very bad. I know that there are many mixed bloods in the Southern Alliance, and there must be mixed bloods of elf blood among them. I am looking for you in the market, hoping that you can treat him." Ser Er said.

"Heal him, and then?" The other party asked strangely.

"Then," Thur said, "I hope to find a kind and enlightened family to adopt him. Originally, I hoped that this could be a half-elf family."

The blue-haired half-elf's eyes became even stranger.

"That's it? You don't need him to repay you? You don't want him to make a contract with you? You don't need him to swear to serve you when he grows up?"

Searle didn't understand a word of the other party's words, but he seemed to understand something.His expression quickly turned cold. Although he was covered by a hood, others could not see his expression, but the surrounding half-elves could hear his icy voice.

"I help my compatriots, why should I carefully calculate his rewards." He lowered his voice, as if trying to restrain his anger, "If this is how you treat your compatriots. Then I don't need your help."

Searle turned and left, but this time, he was stopped by the half-elf.

"and many more!"

The blue-haired half-elf stood in front of him.With emerald eyes, he looked Serre seriously, and then spoke.

"Come on, go and show me the cub you mentioned."

……

The half-elf cub was awakened by a scream.

"You say it's a half-elf!" demanded the voice. "Isn't it a stunted orc?"

The cub rubbed his eyes drowsily, and after his vision became clear, he finally saw the human figure making the noise, and Searle standing next to the human figure.He stretched out his furry hands to hug Searle's waist, rubbed his head against his chest, and made a pleasant grunt.

The blue-haired half-elf calmed down for a while, and said again: "I'm sure this is an orc, and it still has wolf dog blood."

"He's a half-elf." Searle said lightly.

"Are you kidding! Look at his hair, his skin, and his teeth. Apart from his ears, he seems to have elf blood..." The blue-haired half-elf suddenly went dumb, and then his face turned pale, " Don't tell me it's—"

"He is a half-elf." Searle repeated again, this time with a warning in his tone, "No matter who his other half of the blood comes from, he has blood similar to ours in his body. This will not change."

He looked at the guy who had followed him into the house.

"He is in a very bad condition now. If you can cure him, I am willing to promise you a request and give you whatever you want, as long as it does not violate the principles."

"The situation is not good? Of course the mixed blood of elves and... is not good." The blue-haired half-elf muttered for a while, but after all, he still had scruples about Searle and didn't explain what he said.But seeing the furry "half-elf" in front of him, he changed his view of Searle a lot.

"I said, are you really a pure blood?" He asked curiously, "It stands to reason that mixed blood is a disgrace to the elves. They are already very cultivated when they see that we don't hate rejection. But you still want Help one such half-breed."

The existence of half-elves is a disgrace to elves.Because the parents who gave them half of the elf blood were often forced.This is an irresolvable hatred for the elves who have always loved their own race and united as one.However, this kind of love for the same race only includes pure-blooded elves, and for mixed-races, it is the limit for them not to hate the house and the black.

But for Searle, all this is so strange.

"Western Tree Sea, do you not accept half-elves now?" Searle asked.

"Not long ago. Maybe two or three hundred years ago, they would kindly raise the mixed blood, but now—" the blue-haired half-elf shrugged. Changed the policy on mixed blood."

"...Will the Elf King not interfere?"

"Elf King? How could such a legendary figure care about our affairs. I have lived for about 100 years, and I have never seen him come forward for anything. It is the little crown prince who is busy. That's right." Looking at Searle, the blue-haired elf suddenly showed a sly smile.

"My name is Monte, and that is my name because I was cast away on the mountain. And you, what is your name, Elf?"

According to the rules of the elves, for strangers who report their real names, they must be honest and return their real names.Because for the higher races, the real name is powerful.The Goddess of Nature taught the elves that if the other party is honest with you, the elves must return the same sincerity.

Searle looked at the half-elf who deliberately put himself together.

The other party smiled and said, "Hurry up, I'm waiting."

At this moment--

"guest."

The door was knocked.

"Guest, there is a half-orc who claims to be Wallis outside, saying that he has an appointment with you."

Searle frowned. He looked at the sky outside the window and remembered that his appointment with the orc was tomorrow morning.

"guest?"

There were constant knocks on the door.

Searle's eyes turned cold, he immediately picked up the cub, and looked at the half-elf Monte.

"Do you have a safe haven?"

The half-elf nodded blankly.

"Well."

While speaking, Searle had opened the window, holding the cub in one hand and holding the longbow in the other hand, and jumped down.Monte immediately went to the window, only to see that he had landed on the ground, silently, as light as a breeze.

"Let's go." Searle urged him, "It's not good to come."

Monte glanced at the door that was still knocking behind him, and followed closely behind.The half-elf's skill was not much worse than Searle's. With one hand on the window eaves, he jumped lightly and landed steadily.

"Honestly." When shifting positions, Monte couldn't help but ask, "You say that the comer is not good, but you are willing to believe me? Are you afraid that I will take you to some dangerous place?"

"At least you have half the blood of an elf." Searle didn't turn his head back, "And I have experienced it in dangerous places."

The half-elf was blocked for a moment, and was about to laugh at the other party's empty talk, but suddenly changed his attention.

"Okay, that happens to be a place, I want to take you there."

Two slender figures escaped into the night, and the person who knocked on the door broke in impatiently, only to see an empty room with open windows blowing in the evening breeze.

"Impossible! Our guards outside didn't hear anything!"

The leading man raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, and looked at the half-orc who was pressed to the ground by them.

"What did you say you smelled on that hooded man?"

Wallis had a swollen nose and swollen face, and said inarticulately: "What, I didn't smell anything, he was as clean as air! My lord, that's all I really know, I—"

The man waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to drag him down. He stood alone in the room, playing with a gold coin he found from the orc.

Clean as air.

What a coincidence, not long ago, he also smelled a similar smell on a guy.

"Hey, now you came to my place by yourself." The man smiled happily.

Under the moonlight, his shadow cast on the floor has a pair of curved and sharp horns.