God seal

"Bethian."

The voice of the old mage pierced through the dust floating in the attic.

"You know what you have to do."

The echo repeats over and over.

"Bethian."

"Berthian Olivier..."

"Master Olivier."

The city lord raised a glass full of red wine and waved it in front of the black-robed mage.

"What's the matter, you seem to be a little absent-minded. Is it because you have returned to your long-lost hometown and thought about others when you see things?"

The mage withdrew his gaze and looked at the middle-aged man with a beard braided in front of him—the Lord of Rock City.It is rumored that he is a quarter of dwarf blood, so there are some dwarfs in some places.Such as his height, such as his love for treasure, such as his eyes.

He always looked at a person as if he were staring at an unexplored rough stone, as if evaluating every use and every composition of the stone.

Bossian didn't mind being scrutinized like this, he raised the red wine glass in front of him.

"But I don't remember, this is my hometown."

"Oh? Hahahaha." A cunning flashed in the eyes of the city lord, "I must have misremembered. Come, let me toast you, and the next performance will be a feast for the eyes. Tonight, all the people who come to my banquet in the city are the most famous in the city. Excellent showman, of course, and the most stunning beauty, oh my gosh, look at that one."

As the city lord spoke, his voice became blurred.

"I have never seen such a beauty, she is so slender and tall, like a slim moon willow."

That's awesome.Bethian thought to himself, then you are a perfect short tree stump standing next to her.

"Oh, her skin is as white as snow, and her red lips are as delicate as fire."

His skin is too pale and his lips are too red, maybe he has some kind of disease.There are at least dozens of such cases in the human physiology research classes of mages.

"Her eyes were so sparkly they melted my heart, I've never seen such beautiful silver eyes!"

Silver eyes?A figure flashed in the mage's mind.

"And her beautiful long silver hair."

and many more!

The mage suddenly put down his glass.

"My lord, where is the beauty you mentioned?"

The Lord of Locke City heard the words, and showed a deep smile that both you and I understand.

"It turns out that Master Olivier also likes this type of beauties. That gentleman does not take advantage of others. You see, the beauty on the second pillar—"

After Bossian looked away, he almost smashed the wine glass on the table.

"I'll come when I go."

The black-robed mage lifted his robe and hurried downstairs.

The Lord of Rock City looked at his back with regret.

"Why the rush? Beauty doesn't like rough men."

It is not known whether the beauty doesn't like rude men, but at least Seir doesn't like the man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

He dressed up as a woman and entered the dinner party as the bard's female companion. He planned to wander around the banquet to collect information, but was blocked by batches of male creatures rushing up smelling the smell.Just when Searle couldn't help the veins on his forehead and wanted to do some tricks——

"Do I have the honor to ask you to dance."

Thurben wanted to refuse, but paused when he saw the face of the person who stretched out his hand.

He looked at Boxien, the black-robed mage seemed to be an important guest at the banquet, very respectable.However, it was this decent person who left without saying goodbye half a month ago.

"What if I say no?" There was slight anger in the beauty's silver eyes.

"Then I'll have to invite you again." Bossian looked at him, his black eyes completely unable to read his emotions, "Or maybe, you want to continue to be surrounded by a swarm of flies like a delicious piece of fat .”

"Oh, how rude."

The gentlemen around were just about to shout at the uninvited guest, but Searle had already spoken.

"Okay." Searle put his hand in the palm of the mage, "then let's dance."

The most eye-catching beauty in the audience finally has her own name!The gentlemen sighed enviously, but they didn't know that the situation of Bethian whom they envied was not at all what they envied.

"You almost stepped on my foot." The mage frowned. "Honestly, seeing your appearance, I wonder why you don't wear high heels. That's the only way to be professional, isn't it?"

"Then I'll be a head taller than you, if you don't think it's funny, Mr. Mage." Serpi said with a smile, the two of them are about the same height. his nose.

The mage sneered: "It's also weird now."

"Perhaps the problem is that I shouldn't be dancing the women's step at all." Searle suddenly put his hands on Bethien's waist and hooked him into his arms. "Now, I will dance the men's step, and you will dance the women's step."

"Wait, you!"

Searle didn't give him a chance to wait at all.

Under everyone's surprised eyes, they saw the beautiful woman hugging the handsome mage, and the two danced in an unexpectedly harmonious way, exchanging male and female dance steps.

The city lord laughed loudly at the VIP seat.

"Look, it's very interesting for our mage to be hugged by a beauty!"

After being tossed by Searle again with a difficult lower back move, Bethien couldn't bear it anymore.

"What the hell are you doing?" He lowered his voice, "Do you know that the whole continent is staring at you now, and you dare to barge in with this attire?"

"Then what are you doing?" Searle put his arms around his waist, put his lips to the mage's ears, and the soft breath gushed out, "Didn't you leave in a hurry, why, so your hurry is here Luxuriant, touted by others?"

Bethien's pale face turned red instantly, and he abruptly backed away from Thur.

The elf looked at the flushed mage inexplicably.Even if he was right, he shouldn't be so annoyed, right?

"I warn you." The mage seemed to be restraining something, and lowered his voice, "The situation in Locke City is more complicated than that in White Rose City, so don't wade into this muddy water."

Searle raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything else here that can scare me?"

"Yes." The mage breathed evenly, and looked at him with black eyes, "It's like the cemetery outside White Rose City."

Searle's expression changed instantly.He was like a giant dragon whose scales had been poked against, with a hurricane of anger brewing in his eyes.

The mage knew what he cared about most, and he knew he had achieved his goal."And this time I won't be on your side," he said before leaving.

With a bang, everyone saw that the black-robed mage said something that angered the beauty, who was so angry that the beauty broke a cup at him.

"Oh, what a pity. It seems that you broke up in discord." The Lord of Locke City looked at the people who came back, and said regretfully.

Bethian wiped off the wet wine on his body, and looked at a little red liquid on his index finger, which looked like someone's red lipstick.He didn't speak, but gently put the liquid into his mouth and sucked it.

The city lord watched this scene dumbfounded.

"It's not good wine." The mage said coldly, drying his fingers.

Monte and Brian waited quietly at the stronghold for news, but they didn't expect that it was the furious Searle they were waiting for.

"I swear, if I see him again." The situation in the elf's pupils changed, "I must break his proud nose."

"What's going on?" Monte looked at the bard, "Is he being molested?"

"In fact, I only saw a gentleman ask him to dance, and then they broke up." The bard gloated a little.

"Gentleman?" Searle snorted coldly, "This word has become more and more unconditional recently."

He took a deep breath and looked at his two companions.

"I met Bethian and he asked me to dance."

"Oh," said the druid, "and he touched your ass?"

With a crisp sound, the table under the elf's palm was crushed into powder.

"I mean." Brian stroked his hair that stood up suddenly, "Does this have anything to do with you coming back and making such a big fuss?"

Searle calmed down for a while, and told them what happened at the dinner.

"So the mage is a distinguished guest invited by the city lord, and he warned you not to interfere in the affairs of Rock City. It seems that our lord the city lord is preparing a good show." The half-elf Monte took care of it for a while, and then cleared his mind clear.

At this time, the bard, who had been pretending not to exist, spoke.

"Berthian you are talking about, but that Berthian Olivier?"

The other three looked at him together.

The bard smoothed his long water-blue hair and said, "The surname Olivier is a big family in Rock City. Don't you know?"

They all looked at Searle again.

"Yes, I don't know." Searle admitted, "After all, Olivier never mentioned his family affairs to me..." He paused for a while, and added, "No matter which Olivier."

"Oh, that's interesting," said the bard. "After all, in this locality, everyone knows about the scandal of the Olivier family."

Although Searle came back early, the banquet was not over.When the dinner was at the end, the Lord of Rock City walked to the center of the banquet hall.

"ladies and gentlemen."

The short castellan with a braid and beard said in his loud voice.

"Today, we have invited a very outstanding young mage! He is not only a member of the prestigious Black Robe Association, but also the pride of our Rock City. Please invite Mage Olivier!"

As soon as he moved to the side, the figure of the mage in black robe appeared in front of everyone.There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

The city lord glanced at him with satisfaction, and continued: "The reason why I introduce him to you today is because Master Olivier accepted our invitation and took on a solemn mission."

At the same time, the bard in the hut sneered and said, "Especially this Berthian Olivier, he appeared on stage this time as the protector of the 'slave trade'."

"Master Olivier will serve as the guardian mage of the Rock City auction in ten days! He will do his best to protect your property and personal safety, cheers, gentlemen! If those maggots in the gutter dare to attack the auction, wait for them The only thing left is death!" The city lord spat excitedly, "Do you think so, Mage Olivier."

The black-robed mage swept across the crowd one by one, and spoke coldly.

"Yes, Lord City Lord."

The author has something to say: Hahaha!No, wait, we agreed to attack each other.

For Bethian's behavior of licking fingers.

Searle: I stopped sucking my fingers after I was one year old.