God seal

When he returned to Fann City, Archie was still a little confused.

"Mr. Boxien, why are we rushing back in such a hurry?"

The mage apprentice looked at the black-robed mage who was walking ahead in a hurry.

"Don't you want to continue to help Salanduel find someone? That Olivier..."

Archie's voice came to a halt because he saw the mage walking in front stopped, and the pair of black eyes looked over heavily, the atmosphere was heavy, just when he thought the other party would say something, the mage withdrew again Realize, move on.

When the two parted, Archie saw his grandfather at the gate of the college.Archmage Bailey seemed to be waiting there a long time ago, and Bothian walked towards him.Two powerful mages with a huge difference in age began to talk.

From a distance, Archie couldn't hear what they were saying.

Only seeing his grandfather's expression is relaxed and happy, but even if Mr. Boxien didn't see his face, Archie can feel that the black-robed mage is not in a good mood.

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"Do you see it?"

In the morning of White Rose City, with the breath of revival after the war, Monte sat by the window and watched the crowd coming and going downstairs.When someone looked up and saw him, they would wave to him excitedly and enthusiastically, and Monte also waved enthusiastically.

"It's the first time I've been so popular," said the half-elf. "Walking on the street, everyone here rushes to greet me, as if I'm some important person."

Seeing that there was no response behind him, he looked back.Searle was sitting on a chair, with a bow in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand, looking forward and wondering what he was thinking.Spirits in this state are rare.

Monte asked the half-orc Druid Brian next to him, "Is he in a daze?"

Brian was worried about her daughter, and said angrily, "Can't you see it?"

"Hey! Druid, I didn't kidnap your daughter. Don't take your anger out on me. Besides, we are more worried about Theresa than you!" Monte said.

The druid snorted twice and stopped talking.

The half-elf looked at Searle who was in a daze again.

"The mage just left. He has his affairs and we have ours. He is just a person who will part ways sooner or later. You shouldn't be such a caring character!"

Searle glanced at him.

He didn't tell the half-elf that he wasn't just depressed about Bethion's leaving without saying goodbye.Searle smelled something different.

Bethian left without warning.The mage helped himself so much, he didn't even get any payment from himself, and just left.This is not in line with the character of the mage at all.

He left in a hurry, as if there was some unknown reason for him to leave here.And this reason happened suddenly after he talked with Searle that night.

Searle felt something was wrong.

However, as Monte said.He could never figure out what was going on in the mind of a man who had left.

"lets go."

The elf picked up the short bow, put away the long sword, got up and pushed the door out.The half-elf and druid followed closely behind him.However, as soon as they arrived downstairs, they met several people who had been waiting in the lobby for a long time.

"Lord Sarandir."

Victorian and the Rose Knights stepped forward.

The deputy head bowed deeply to the elf and said, "Please allow us to see you off."

Searle just wanted to say no, but Victorian had already spoken.

"You probably don't know yet. The people in the city know that you are leaving, and they are all gathered at the city gate. With all due respect, I am afraid that you will not be able to leave White Rose City alone."

Monte remembered the warm treatment he had received in the past few days, and couldn't help touching his arm.Eventually, elves, half-elves, and orcs accepted the escort request of the Knights of the Rose.However, Searle soon regretted it.

This is simply too ostentatious!Escorted by knights wearing silver armor and engraved with rose patterns, it is far more eye-catching than Sel and the others going out by themselves.The people in the whole city were attracted, and they surrounded the team escorted by the knight order, constantly scattering flower petals.The half-elf with good eyesight even saw that several girls passed out screaming after seeing them.He couldn't help but look at the elf beside him.

"When you went out with your friends before, did you fight like this every time?"

Searle was silent for a moment, and said, "White Rose City is special."

White Rose City is special. Searle and his companions have saved this place time and time again. The people here are naturally indescribably grateful to the elves.However, more than 150 years ago was the period of the war against demons, and people were panicking, and people were running around more for survival.Every time Searle and the others travel, let alone the farewell crowd, they don't even see a single figure.They live only with death and war.

Before today, Searle remembered more pain for this city.

Monte understood the look of the elf, he reached out and patted Searle on the shoulder.

"At least for now, they're cheering for you."

Sarandiel left the White Rose City, but the legend about him spread throughout the continent with the White Rose City as the center.After 150 years of silence, the elf who shocked the world back then appeared before the eyes of the world again.

The minstrels composed new ballads for him, and there were waves of discussions about him.

Northwest of the mainland, Rock City.This is a free city-state located at the junction of the human kingdom and the dwarf kingdom.Because it is close to the dwarf kingdom, ore and weapon trade is popular here, and because it is close to the human kingdom, it is a four-way frontier, and slave trading is also popular here.

"Humans have nothing to sell but themselves," the other races mocked.

"No. If the price is right, I can sell it myself." The human merchant responded.

Although there is a slave trade that is despised by others, the management order of Rock City is very strict.After all, every businessman here does not want his "legal property" to be easily taken away by robbers and thieves.Yes, the slave trade is also legal here.

Rock City, the most disorderly trade city, is also the most orderly city.Tonight, the same story is being told in the streets of Rock City.In this tavern, however, the story is a little different.

"The lonely man wanders in the vines, the weary wind drifts in the air;

Revealing the eyes of the moon, revealing the body of the abyss;

like dust, like ashes;

It fell to the ground without a sound. "

After the bard finished singing, someone in the tavern shouted dissatisfiedly: "What kind of song is this that ruins the mood, hey, bard, now everyone else is singing about the heroic deeds of Sarandir, what are you singing about! "

"What I sang is also the story of Salanduil." The bard put down his harp, and under the dim lights of the tavern, his long light blue hair was like flowing water, and his eyes were emerald green, like the most beautiful green. gem.

The drunkard didn't believe it: "What kind of hero are you singing about? You are obviously a coward who has nothing and was defeated by loneliness!"

The bard ignored the drunk, picked up his harp and started to leave.

"Come back to me!" The drunk wanted to make trouble, but before he rushed in front of the bard, he was tripped by someone stretching out his foot.

The person who tripped him was wearing a hood and said, "The patrol is right outside the door, are you sure you want to make trouble?"

If he was caught by the patrol team of Rock City who were on patrol at night, he would have to go away without food.The drunk lying down on the ground still had some sense, cursed a few words, and then returned to his seat.

The bard glanced at the stranger he had saved, and when he saw the similar emerald green eyes, he stopped for a while, and then walked forward as if he didn't see him.

"Hey." The man in the hood chased after him, "I saved you once, and you don't thank me?"

The bard turned a deaf ear.

"Forget it, even if I'm nosy. However, it's rare to meet compatriots in such a far place, and you don't want to have a chat with me?"

The bard paused.

"I have no compatriots, let alone dirty half-elves."

The hooded man's eyes changed.

"Try to say it again!"

The atmosphere between the two was tense, and with a jingle, the wind chime on the wooden door of the tavern was rang again.

"Let's go, Monte." A clear and sweet voice came from the night.

Just this one sentence made the bard's gaze fixed on him.

"You..." He gritted his teeth and looked closely at the newcomer. The other person's face was also hidden under the hood, but the poet's fiery gaze seemed to burn through the hood.

"Let's go, Monte, Searle!"

The door was pushed open again, but this time the person who opened the door was too forceful, and the pushed door slammed forward forcefully, bang!Searle and Monte avoided in time, however—they all looked at the fallen bard, and then turned their eyes to the druid.

The orc squeezed his paw and said with a smile, "Hey, it was an accident."

The bard awoke again to see the moonlight overhead.It took him a while to recover from his stunned brain, and he saw the strange trio sitting aside.

An elf, a half-elf, and an orc sit together in unexpected harmony.

"I didn't expect the noble and powerful Sarandir to walk with such two dirty races."

Searle was sorting out the latest news with his companions when he suddenly heard such a voice.He turned his head and saw the bard smiling at him, but his eyes were indifferent.