God seal

The last thing Searle wants to be in contact with is someone who uses a smile to hide his true emotions.

This is the case with the bard in front of him.However, what was even more exaggerated was that he spoke with a gun and a stick, but he deliberately put a smile on his face, as if provocative and mocking.This appearance reminded Searle of the black-robed mage.

So he was even more unhappy.

"If you are so dissatisfied, who do you laugh for?"

After Searle said this, he found that the bard's face changed.He turned pale as if frightened.

"Am I laughing?" the poet asks himself, and repeats nervously, "No, no, it can't be!"

Monte looked like he was crazy.

"It's over, you've knocked someone out, Brian," he said to the druid. "You've knocked his brains out."

The Druid, who seemed honest but actually a little bit weak, said, "What if his brain is already broken?"

"You're right. Hey, Searle, since this guy is a fool, let's leave him alone." The half-elf greeted, "We've been searching for more than half a month to gather the clues here, and we won't be able to enter the inner city tomorrow. What are you going to do?"

Searle pondered.

They collected clues from Estes and followed them all the way here.After kidnapping Teresu, Estes kept walking west for some reason, and when he was about to reach the border area near the Western Sea of ​​Trees, he turned around and came to Rock City.After that, there was no news from them.

As for Olivier, Searle wanted to find him as soon as possible, but suffered from no clues.The only prophecy mage not inferior to Olivier also left White Rose City without saying goodbye.Searle can only hope to find Estes as soon as possible, because there is a special item on the elf crown prince, which may help Searle find his old friend.

"Are you going into the inner city?"

Hearing their conversation, the bard who had been repeating "impossible" looked up.

Syl noticed his emerald green eyes, and his human-like ears.Oh, thought the elf, it was a rarer thing than a half-elf—a quarter half-breed.

For some reason, half-elves are mostly infertile, and half-elves and humans are even rarer.There must be something to this, and perhaps it would explain why the bard would bite like a mad hound whenever he saw Monte.

The inner city mentioned by the bard and Monte does not refer to the ordinary inner city.Locke City, like all other cities, has an inner city and an inner city. The outer city is where civilians and outsiders gather, while the inner city gathers all the power and wealth of the city.Since Locke City is a free city-state, what is more special is that there is a small castle in the inner city - the City Lord's Mansion, the seat of the city's highest power controller.Similarly, the management of the City Lord's Mansion is stricter, except for those invited by the City Lord's Mansion, no one can enter or leave without authorization.

After the bard asked this sentence, Seir didn't answer right away.

The bard said: "Three days later, there will be a banquet in the city lord's mansion, and the steward of the city lord's mansion will call all the outstanding performers in the city to perform. And I am also one of the invitees."

Searle and his companions looked at each other.They all understood the unfinished meaning of the bard's words.

"What conditions do you have?" Searle asked directly.

"My conditions..." The bard's eyes swept over the elf.

"I warn you," Monte threatened him, "don't make any unreasonable conditions. Do you think we can't get in without you?"

The bard originally wanted to say something, but seemed to have changed his mind.He looked at Searle.

"I heard that the Western Sea of ​​Trees doesn't like half-elves."

Searle understood what he was trying to say.

"No one," he said, "has to suffer discrimination because of his birth."

The bard laughed.

"What a noble way of saying it! How loving, kind, and ridiculously innocent!" Even so angry, the bard still had a smile on his face, and he probably didn't even notice it, "But some people are born with Sins cannot be washed away!"

His face contorted.

Searle has seen this kind of person, in his last life cycle, a hundred and fifteen years ago, and now, countless times.He knew he would never be able to simply convince those who had gone into paranoia unless they figured it out for themselves.

"It's up to you," said the elf.

The bard froze for a moment, and then his eyes looked up and down on Searle's perfect face.After a while, he said, "I've decided on the conditions."

He deliberately slowed down his voice, and observed the elf while speaking, as if waiting for his reaction, "I still need a female companion at the banquet in the city lord's mansion."

No one here is stupid.

Monte was stunned for a while, then laughed out loud while clutching his stomach.

"What does he mean by that? Does he want Searle as his girlfriend? Please tell me I got it wrong."

"You heard me right." Brian said, "Maybe we can tell the mage the news."

Monte was puzzled and asked, "What does this have to do with him?"

The Druid looked at the half-elf for a while, then at Searle again, shook his head and sighed.Perhaps, guys of elven blood are born with one less tendon.he thinks.

"can."

When the two companions were joking and joking, Searle agreed to the bard's request with little hesitation.This surprised the person who made the request.

"You don't know this guy at all." Monte looked at each other and said, "For Searle, dressing up as a woman is not a violation of principle. Well, you adapt so quickly, is it possible that you have experience before?" He Look at the elf.

Searle remained silent.But sometimes silence is already an answer.

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"I think this plain dress suits his temperament better."

"The color is a little too plain, Nannie."

The elf sat aside, listening to the mages and knights in the party arguing with each other - what kind of dress should be worn for him.

"Enough, Olivier, Nanni, this is just a mission, there is no need to choose so carefully." He finally couldn't help it.

"It's necessary." Nanni looked at him. "You're pretending to be a lady. How can a lady not pay attention to her taste in clothes?"

"Indeed." Olivier also said, "Searle. Your goal is a prince, at least you must behave like a princess."

Nanni smiled and stepped forward to put her arms around the elf's shoulders: "Our Sir is more dazzling than any human princess."

"Thank you." The elf said without emotion, "I will take it as a compliment."

When the elf came out after changing his clothes and hairstyle, all the companions in the team were jaws open.

"My God, Searle, you're just—"

"It's just Senas coming down to earth!"

Monte looked at the well-dressed elf, and couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.The half elves have seen many mixed-race beauties with their own charms in Fengqi City, but they have never realized the true meaning of beauty like at this moment.

The woman standing in front of him is like a sculpture of the moon goddess Senas with moonlight and evening wind.Her long light silver hair was rolled up by her ears and tied high behind her head, revealing her white jade earlobes and slender neck, and her exposed delicate skin glowed faintly like ice and snow illuminated by the moonlight.In particular, there is always a trace of impatience and sadness in the brows of this cold beauty, which makes people want to stroke her brows to relieve her troubles.

Druid Brian glanced at it, and said without much interest: "Not as good-looking as my wife."

Monte couldn't help but give him a blank look, and then looked at Searle with some concern.

"If you go to the party at the City Lord's Mansion like this, I'm afraid you will be divided up by jackals before you get close to the goal."

Searle lifted his legs to the chair, took out a dagger, and narrowed his silver eyes slightly.

"That's just what I want."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"The kid is here." Monte said and stepped forward to open the door.Sure enough, he saw the bard in formal attire standing at the door.

"According to the regulations, I'll come and bring..." The bard stared at the elf behind Monte with wide eyes, as if he had lost his language function all of a sudden, stuttering and unable to speak a word.

"very good."

Monte was very satisfied, and then took Searle's hand and put it in the bard's palm.

"It's going to go well tonight."

At night, outside the most central castle in Rock City, dignitaries from various races gather here.The carriages converged into long dragons at the gate, like shining gems dotted on the castle.

A tall and thin mage stood in the tallest tower of the castle, looking at the luxurious carriage the size of an ant under his feet.Carriages of desire and power rolled in and out of blood and dry bones.

"The banquet is about to begin." Behind him, the owner of the castle said with a smile, "Master Olivier, why don't you go and have a look, this is a welcome banquet I have carefully prepared for you."

Hearing this, the mage in front of the tower window turned around.The moonlight illuminates his black eyes and his black robe.