God seal

Searle also didn't expect to see Ronnie Lisibetan again in Locke City, thousands of miles away.

To be honest, he thought about all the possible destinations of this girl, but the only thing he didn't expect was that she would become a mercenary.Mercenaries are different from professionals. This business is a mixed bag, with all kinds of people.Even ordinary people, as long as they have self-confidence and a little ambition, can register as a junior mercenary with the Mercenary Association.Of course, the Mercenary Association is not responsible for their life and death.

"Ronnie is a very powerful mercenary." The big man who brought her in spoke louder than an orc, "With her help, we successfully completed several difficult tasks. Right, Luo Ni."

The swordsman girl responded without saying anything more.She had the Mercenary Guild crest on her chest, and she never tried to become a knight in the end.

"Here are the friends you brought, Neil." The burly man who looked about the same size as Brian asked, "It seems that they know our Ronnie. By the way, Ronnie, what did you call him just now? Sara Tyra?"

Ronnie glanced at the elf, not sure if the other party was willing to reveal her identity, she didn't speak again, or Seir took the initiative to reveal her identity.

"Sarandir." He stretched out his hand to the mighty man, "It's my first meeting, I'm glad to meet you."

"You can call me 'Big Ron', everyone calls me that! Hey, but the name 'Sarandir' seems familiar." Ron rubbed his red nose and turned his dull mind, " It seems like somewhere..."

Bard Neil couldn't bear to watch any more.

"... Ron." He sighed, "Didn't you notice that this 'Sarandir' in front of your eyes is a pure-blooded elf?"

"I noticed it! I saw the sharp ears as soon as they came in. But it doesn't matter, I've seen a lot of elves too... Heck!" Ron was suddenly choked by saliva, and his eyes were as big as copper bells, " My old lady! This, you... you are that Sarandir!"

Searle found this blunt and straightforward man very interesting, and asked, "How many Salanduils do you know?"

"The most vicious one, the most powerful one, the one that scared the orcs to the crap! Is that you?" Ron saw his idol's cheeks flushed, and confirmed to himself, "Yes, it must be you! Er, this 'surprise' you brought me is really big enough!"

"That's the end of the self-introduction and greetings, this Mr. Long, and this Neil." Monte interrupted their conversation with a cough.Having been in Fengqi City for many years, he is better at dealing with the complicated situation in front of him than Serre.

"How many people are there in your organization?" The half-elf looked at the bard, "Don't tell me, your boss is this bluffing big guy?"

The bard said with a sad expression of unwillingness to admit the reality: "Yes."

"Then I have to reconsider our cooperation."

"Understandable..."

"Hey, don't judge people by their appearance?" The bluffing big man said dissatisfiedly, "Isn't there another guy who is bigger than me?"

Pointed at by him, Brian smiled at him. Although it was hidden under the long fur, no one could see it carefully.

"Then forget it." Monte said, "Compared with this Druid, even a hundred Thurs won't work."

"what?!"

There were three exclamations in the room.

"Is he a druid?" From Neil and Ron.Even Ronnie, who didn't show any emotion, looked over in astonishment.

Searle expressed dissatisfaction with another matter.

"I really don't want to be the measure word you use for comparison." The elf frowned.

"Actually," said the half-elf, "I only discovered it recently. Although you are powerful and serious, you are surprisingly easy to be provoked. At least as far as I know, the uncle Sean pissed you off more than three times."

Searle opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't refute.

"Bossian." Ron said suddenly, "Is that Bossian Olivier?"

"It seems that everyone in Rock City knows him." Monte joked.

Ron said, "It's okay if you don't want to get to know each other. When I came in to look for you just now, I saw people from the Olivier family coming to your door." He gloated, "They said that guy named Bethien He has committed the crime of 'father killing', and he must be charged with capital punishment!"

There was a crisp sound.Searle shatters the second cup because of Bethian.

Rock City hasn't been this chaotic in a long time.

This city, located at the junction of the human kingdom and the dwarf kingdom, has always been heavily guarded as a hub for special transactions.However, today, someone carried a coffin and broke into the City Lord's Mansion, but the guards neither dared nor stopped them.

"Bothian! You vicious fellow."

In the hall of the City Lord's Mansion, a thin young man reprimanded beside the coffin.

"How dare you come forward to confront me and let the world know how you killed your father and your wolfish ambition to seize the family property!"

Because of the special status of the Olivier family, the guards did not dare to act rashly and could only gather around.And the other dignitaries who came over after hearing the news pointed their fingers at the scene.No one came to stop them, and the city lord didn't come until the storm spread from the city lord's mansion to the whole city and everyone knew the news.

"Oh, little Mr. Olivier. I think there must be some misunderstanding." The short and fat city lord stroked his braided beard and said hypocritically, "Maybe we can wait for Master Olivier to clarify."

"Don't call him by this surname, he doesn't deserve it!" Little Mr. Olivier resented, "If he has the guts to clarify, why hasn't he appeared until now?"

"There may be some inside story in this. But, you said...Master Bossian killed old Olivier, what evidence is there?" The city lord pretended to be fair, "If there is no evidence, then I will not allow it." Anyone who slanders a gentleman."

"Of course I have evidence."

The two sang together, as if they had rehearsed the other one in advance. One denounced Bethien's actions, and the other expressed his surprise and bewilderment.However, they didn't know that the person involved in the incident, Bethien, who was charged with "father killing", happened to be sitting in the study attic, watching the scene through the eyes of the kingfisher.

He listened to the half-brother talking about how he secretly hated the old Olivier, and took advantage of this opportunity to return to Rock City to assassinate the old Olivier.He also listened to the city lord swearing that he absolutely believed in his character, and was willing to use his own reputation as a guarantee for him.

One is afraid of his strength and desperately wants to discredit his reputation, while the other is greedy for his strength and wants to tie him firmly to his chariot.These two people cooperate with each other, it is really incomparable tacit understanding.In that coffin, old Olivier's withered and ugly corpse was quietly displayed on the sidelines. He must have never imagined that his death would be used to create such a farce until his death.

Olivier, the bloodline of the gods, the family that gave birth to the prophet, what an ugly and dirty bloodline!

Bethian's fingers sank deep into the wooden chair, leaving a trail of blood.

【Think clearly, Bossian.No matter how good your relationship with him is now, when the truth comes out, you will be the first person Sarandir wants to kill. 】

The voice of Archmage Bailey echoed in Bethian's ears day and night, like poison gnawing at his heart.He thought again of the elf he had seen at the dinner party yesterday.A sense of melancholy filled Bethien's heart.

Always been this way!He never got what he wanted.

The din from the attic continued, mixed with the shouts from the street, making the black-robed mage feel disgusted with the city.The mage suddenly got up from the table, his black eyes seemed to be stained with layers of ink, and the light could no longer penetrate.

【It would be fine if all of this didn’t exist. 】

A sudden idea broke into his mind at this moment.However, before Bosian himself realized what a terrible idea this was, the change that occurred in the City Lord's Mansion again attracted everyone's attention.

"Report—! Report, report to the city lord, there are, there are guests visiting!"

The doorman who stumbled in interrupted the duet between little Olivier and the Santo with a stammering tone.

"At this time?" The city lord was a little annoyed, "I didn't invite any guests, tell him I'm not free, please ask him another day..."

"Another day?" Someone chuckled at the door, "So you don't welcome me anymore, Your Excellency the Lord of Locke City."

The city lord looked at the person in surprise, the elf's pointed ears, the iconic emerald eyes, the symbolic long sword and the silver buckle that belonged to the paladin!Legend has it that Saran'dir is touring the continent.

Oh my God!

"Master Salanduil!"

The hall was in chaos.

In the attic, Bothian looked at the blue-haired, green-eyed "Sarandir", dumbfounded, and the thoughts of destruction that had just popped up disappeared.

How many times does that guy want to use this little trick?