God seal

"Eddie!"

"Reid!"

The red-haired boy and the light-blond paladin saw it from afar, and rushed over to give each other a hug.

"I'm so worried, I thought you were thrown in Van En City and couldn't come back!"

"Hahaha, how could the great red dragon get lost, you underestimate me."

"Knight Yvonne." Just as the two young men reunited after a long absence, the black-robed mage slowly walked over, "Long time no see, I believe Sarandir has explained the situation to you. I will bring him as promised."

Yvonne's icy blue eyes swept over the mage.

"My lord never said that you are the one who sent Reid to meet us."

"Maybe he forgot." Bossian said casually.

"It's also possible that he was bewitched by someone." Yvonne said with unrelenting hostility.

"Bewitched?" Bossian smiled, and that smile was always an eyesore. Of course, what was more unpleasant was what he said next, "The only one of you who can't be bewitched is him. This worry is really fragile It's ridiculous."

"You—!" Yvonne endured and endured, repeatedly reminding himself to be calm, his eyes swept over Red and Bethien, and stopped behind them again.

Bethian noticed that he was looking at Archie Bailey, and said, "A small witness, because the body cannot be destroyed, so I can only bring it here."

Archie shivered and looked at his teacher accusingly.

"Okay, even so. What's the matter with these people?" The paladin squad leader's eyes swept over the three hooded elves, "They don't look like ordinary guests, which is incidental. of?"

Bo Xien raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were cold.

"You have to ask them yourself."

This time, Estes took the initiative to introduce himself.After briefly explaining the situation to Yvonne with impeccable and elegant etiquette, he asked: "Because of some personal reasons, we now need to find Salanduil. Is he not there?"

The young silver-haired elf frowned and looked around.

"He asked you to gather here, but left you and left without authorization?"

Yvonne didn't like his rhetoric, but considering the identity of the other party, he restrained himself and said, "Because of some accidental factors, my lord is temporarily acting separately from us."

After explaining the unexpected factors, everyone present fell silent again.For some reason, Yvonne didn't elaborate on the identity of the half-orc, so the elves seemed a little puzzled.

"For an orc?" Estes whispered. "I thought his fraternity was limited to humans."

Before Yvonne had time to refute, someone who was better at it spoke before him.

"His Royal Highness's ruthlessness is not limited to races, and it affects a wide range of people."

Estes looked at the black-robed mage who was always fighting against him recently, and frowned: "Isn't it his mistake to abandon business for an irrelevant orc?"

"It's best not to jump to judgments until the matter is clear, Your Highness." The "Your Highness" that Bossian called out sounded like a mockery, "I don't think Eli will take a fancy to someone who doesn't care about the importance. guy."

Eddie silently agreed in his heart. For Lord Sarandeer, of course being a poor and helpless half-orc is more important than Red who is escorted.

"But now that he's gone like this, where should we find him?" Reid said sullenly.

"Use your brain." Bothian glanced at him, "How many countries in the world do you think can accept half-orcs?"

"Southern Liberal League!" Several people blurted out, and several paladins cast grateful glances at Bethien, and regretted that they were blind.

However, Red, who was ridiculed by Bossian, looked annoyed, and was pulled down by Eddie.

"Don't pull me, let me beat him! This mage is dead, the tone he laughed at me just now is exactly the same as that guy Sarandir!"

Bossian nodded: "That's really an honor."

The red dragon boy was so angry that his teeth itch.He decided to upgrade this yin and yang mage to the number one character he hates in the future!

"Since this is the case, we can go to the Southern Freedom League to find the master. In the current situation, it is best to act together, so as not to delay the rendezvous if something happens." Yvonne is still relatively calm, "There is no direct transmission method between the Southern League and the human country I will send someone to contact the chariot and horses, and I will probably be able to set off at night. As for you..." He glanced at several uninvited guests.

"If you find it inconvenient, we can find a way by ourselves, and it's not difficult." Estes said, not letting the elves become a drag, but also expressing his attitude arrogantly.

Archie looked eager. That was the Southern Liberty League, a country full of incredible things in legends!He really wants to go!But the sorcerer apprentice could only look at Bosian helplessly. He was "hijacked" by the other party, and the scope of action could only be decided by Bosian.

Bethian was very generous this time.

"You can go with them. I believe that the good-hearted paladins will not leave you alone, nor will they easily put you in danger."

Yvonne frowned, always feeling that the mage's tone of voice was annoying all the time.

Archie heard something else in his words.

"Mr. Bossian, are you not going?"

Bothian asked him back: "Why should I go?" He pointed to the red dragon, "My task has been completed, and I have no obligation to go with you again. Unless Sarandir pays again, why should I work for you for nothing? ?”

wow, teacher!You speak like an unscrupulous scumbag who runs away after running out!Archie slandered in his heart, but nodded happily.Of course he didn't want Bethien to follow.

"Then help me to pass on the peace to my grandfather, please, teacher!" the mage apprentice asked before leaving.

"Okay." Bethian smiled, unable to tell whether he was serious or perfunctory.

Until the paladins left suspiciously and the elves left with light steps, Bothian didn't intend to follow them.After the group of people disappeared from sight, the black-robed mage slowly got up and wandered around the city like a tourist.After wandering around for a long time, he finally rented a room on the second floor of a hotel to rest.This hotel has been around for a long time. The mottled and undulating lines on the wooden ceiling and the cracked stone walls all show the traces of its ruthless care over the years.

Bethian sat down on a chair near the fireplace, closed his eyes, as if he could hear light laughter.

[Hey, Bailey!When will you be able to become an Archmage? 】

He opened his eyes, but the surroundings were empty, there was no figure, no laughter, everything just seemed to be just his auditory hallucinations.The mage sat quietly for a while, and then sighed for the first time.

"why……"

He didn't finish speaking and fell into an endless silence.

"Why did you bring him here! Monte!"

The companions looked at Monte and the "guest" he brought with incredible eyes.

"He is the employer. The employer is in trouble, and I just provided some help." Monte raised his hands innocently.

"But he's a pureblood! He might reveal our secret base and betray our information, purebloods have always hated us!" questioned his companion, a female half-elf with red hair, her temper was like It's her hair color that's as hot as it gets.

"Well, I think, even if the elves hate us, they won't do those dirty things. After all, they still have to insist on the so-called 'noble' conduct." Monte sighed, "And, I think even if I won't bring him here. He follows me, and he will find here sooner or later."

The other party obviously didn't believe him.

"Who are you kidding! You are the best assassin among us!"

"Oh, but the person next to me is better than me. What is your occupation? Huh?" Monte asked the people around him.

"I was a ranger for a while," Thur said.

"Look! His body is more flexible than mine, and his profession is still against me! I can't get rid of him at all!"

Feiye gave up questioning Monte, and she looked at Searle.

"You, pure blood. You followed our companions to the base. Even though I want to believe that you have no malicious intentions, but—" she snorted, "You are so shameless, and you have been hiding your face, how can we believe it? you."

Searle hesitated and took off his hood.

There was a sound of breathing all around.

"Sterling silver hair color!"

"And eyes!"

"This guy must be a noble in pure blood."

Monte was also slightly surprised.Ah, great!I actually picked up a pure-blood elf whose bloodline is stronger than real gold.hehe.

Fei Yemei glared at Monte, then looked at Ser, as if she wanted to question his identity, but finally changed the subject.

"Before, you said you were going to cure a half-elf, where is he?"

Searle picked up the cub in his arms and gave it to them.He's always there, just seems to be ignored by the half-elves.

"...Isn't this an orc?" Feiye rubbed her eyes suspiciously, "Are you kidding us?!"

"He's a half-elf." Searle held the cub who was nibbling his finger in his arms, showed them a closer look, and counted the growth rings behind his ears. "He's 80 years old and hasn't been 'baptized' yet. That's why I came to you. The 'baptized' of half-elves is different from what I've experienced, so you can help him."

It wasn't until she saw the ear and the annual rings representing her age that Fiye believed what he said.

"My God, an elf and..." she said with difficulty, "where did you find him?"

"That's not important," Searle said, "Can you save him?"

But Feiye asked persistently: "Tell me first why you want to save him?" She was not there during the day, so she didn't hear what Searle said.

This time, Searle said succinctly and clearly.

"Because I want to, I do, I love to do it. Any questions?"

Seeing that Fiye was choking, Monte chuckled a few times and patted the shoulder of another companion beside him.

"See, I guess we also have this expression during the day."

The companion agreed: "This pure blood is too strange! But it also makes me not hate him so much."

Monte looked at Searle thoughtfully: "So, is that why he wasn't allowed to go back to the sea of ​​trees?"

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing... Hey, Elf!" Monte walked towards Searle, "You haven't told me your name yet! Your real name!"

After a while, the half-elves heard the pure-blood answer: "Thir. This is my real name."

Compared with the name full of brilliance and glory, this nickname, which was called out by the Elf King and his companions countless times, is the name that Searle truly recognizes.The ring of oath in the blood did not hurt, which proved that the goddess of nature also recognized this real name.Why not, he had always been one of her favorite children.

"Thur." Monte said a few times, "well, Thur. You can live with us until you get your baby cub cured (he resisted Fiere's protesting gaze), but You can't go out without authorization, and you can't communicate with the outside world in any way. Once we violate the contract, we will stop the treatment immediately."

Searle nodded in agreement.

"Okay, now we should talk about rewards," said the half-elf Monte.His expression suddenly became relaxed, like a child about to get candy.

"What do you want?" Searle felt relieved when he saw this.Looking at this group of vibrant half-elves, he seldom joked with interest, "Golden axe, silver axe, or copper axe?"

"Why do I have to have an ax?" Monte looked at him like an idiot.

"..."

【Ha ha ha ha!Searle, why do you keep telling these dirty jokes that no one understands. 】

Bailey's laugh came from memory.

After 150 years, Searle was once again mocked by an assassin for his level of jokes.

"Okay." The elf said blankly, "then don't need an axe."

The author has something to say:

Searle, the king of cold jokes, will continue to produce cold jokes in the future.

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——A crooked classroom——

Rangers and assassins are mentioned in the article. Today we will talk about the professional settings in this world.

Presumably, the little fairy and the little fairy (?) have seen the three words "professional" in the text countless times before. Obviously, the so-called professional is a term that distinguishes it from ordinary people.

Professionals with "professional titles" such as mages, knights, rangers, archers, assassins, etc., have different power systems and occupation systems than ordinary people.They can learn to master the special skills of this profession, and constantly strengthen their body or spirit, and finally transcend the vulgar world.Clerics are a special profession because they gain power through belief in gods.

Professionals correspond to ordinary people, such as fishermen, farmers, and handicraftsmen. As the saying goes, they are ordinary people.But the two will also overlap sometimes, for example, there will be both ordinary people and professionals in "Soldier".

A farmer can become a soldier by learning combat skills, but if he cannot obtain a "professional title" and cannot learn the special skills of a profession, then he will always be just an ordinary soldier.

A professional can voluntarily join the army and become a soldier. The rank of "soldier" is his title in the army system and does not conflict with his original title.For example, paladins have to serve in wartime. They may be field officers or non-commissioned officers of a certain legion, but their own professional characteristic "Paladin" still exists and will not change.

The specific division of each occupation system will be explained next time.