God seal

Raphael Olivier is the only prophecy mage in the history of the Olivier family who has the complete ability to predict the future and go back to the past.

Before him, the Olivier family, which inherited the ability of prophecy, had been in decline for a long time; after him, this family was nothing more than some small characters playing around.The glory of the Olivier family reached its peak during the period of "Olivier the Prophet", and no one can surpass it.

As for this predecessor who raised the family's reputation to an unprecedented level, the descendants of the Olivier family never talked about it.

Reminiscent of Olivier's attitude before, Searle imagined that there must be some mystery in it.

It's not that he never questioned Olivier, but Raphael Olivier is not a person who can be easily found out.Even at the last moment of their parting, the great prophet showed little emotion.

At that time, the elves were going north to the holy city to live in seclusion.Having lost many partners, experienced cruel battlefields and even more cruel intrigues, Searle was disheartened about everything.

When sending them off, the two didn't have much to say.

"I will go to Van En City." Olivier said, "I heard that there is a new mage academy there. I want to teach there. Maybe I can teach one or two excellent students."

"There is no mage better than you," Searle said.

Olivier smiled and stroked his silver hair one last time.

"Bon Voyage."

"Goodbye, Olivier."

"Farewell, Searle."

Searle didn't realize at the time that Olivier's farewell was not the same as his.The great prophet seemed to have predicted that the two would never meet again.

"What are you talking about, Olivier! If you can get into the relationship with Sarandir, is it still possible to deal with that illegitimate child?"

Apparently, the fact that Searle had cooperated with Bethian in the White Rose City had not yet reached the ears of these people.

The comments from the people around brought Serre back from his memories.

He glanced at the little Mr. Olivier who was called Olivier, a familiar title, but this young man was completely different from the one in his memory.He has a bit of prophecy talent, but he is proud and complacent.For his half-brother who is not a few years older than him and has already performed well, he shows more jealousy and hatred.Compared with Nanni's descendants Ronnie and Hani, Searle can't see Olivier's demeanor in this descendant of the Olivier family.

"I've said it!" Mr. Olivier looked tangled and hesitant, "I can't have anything to do with that person."

"Because of your father's order? But your father has passed away, so what are you bound by?"

"no……"

Little Olivier wanted to say something, but ended on the tip of his tongue.

Searle felt that he could get some relevant information from here.

So a moment later, under the amazed eyes of everyone, "His Excellency Sarandier" walked up to little Olivier himself.

"I heard that you are a descendant of my old friend."

Little Olivier seemed flattered, and everyone around him was envious of him.

"I...you..."

"If you have any troubles, I can help." Obviously, Monte, who has been in the Wind Rising City for many years, is also very talented in acting.

After waiting for half a week, Searle finally got the news that Monte had heard.

"Two news, one good news and one bad news..."

"Bad news." Searle spoke directly before the half-elf finished speaking.

"Well, it's boring." Monte shrugged. "The bad news is that your old partner Olivier seems to have a bad reputation in his family. The kid didn't tell me the specific reason, but I think maybe it's It is related to the prophetic ability of the Olivier family."

Prophecy?

"What's the good news?" Searle asked.

"The good news is that this little Olivier also dislikes Bethian very much. Maybe we can use his power to create some troubles at the auction and confuse Bethion's attention, so as to achieve our own goals."

"It doesn't sound like good news." Searle said, "The two best mages in the history of the Olivier family have been rejected by their own families. Whose problem do you think this is?"

Monte said indifferently: "It's not my problem anyway."

Seeing that the elf was about to fall into deep thought again, he hurriedly said, "Let's settle the matter in front of us first! If Tracy isn't rescued, it's not just me, the druid will go crazy too."

Druid Brian wasn't crazy, he was just a little irritable.

After failing to track Bethian and arguing with Neil, this irritability reached a peak, which made him unable to calm down for several days.The surrounding plants were affected by him, and they also grew wildly.I believe that it won't be long before the small garden behind their secret base will turn into a primeval forest.

"We have already made a plan. As long as Therese appears at the auction, we will be able to rescue her." Searle tried to comfort him.

Big Ron also said: "In Locke City, although the nobles and merchants are powerful, we have hundreds of brothers who have been trying to resist them. We will all do our best for this operation."

"I get what you're saying...I'm just, sorry, I'm going out to catch my breath."

Druid chose to be alone.

Thanks to Rock City's mixed race policy, an orc's appearance on the street did not attract the attention of many passers-by.At best, people would just glance at his fluffy ears and turn away.If it were in White Rose City, things would not be so simple.

For the thousandth time, Brian thought of Estes, the arrogant and prejudiced elf. If he hadn't kidnapped his daughter on a whim, how could there be so many troubles happening!For the thousandth time, Brian also regretted that he had slipped his tongue in front of Estes. Why did he mention his daughter?Even if the elf's paranoid and vicious words at the time derogated from the love between him and his wife, he shouldn't have said about Theresiu (the druid obviously also liked the new name Thur gave the half-blood girl) .

Although Estes is Thur's younger brother in name, but to be honest, Brian felt that the two elves were not alike at all.Searle is strong and confident. Such a person is more tolerant of the people around him. Although he is occasionally sluggish due to psychological shadows, he is still a good young man overall; but Estes is different. Other races are full of prejudice, as if they are covered with thorns, but they actually have low self-esteem and self-confidence inside, so they are more wary of other people.

If you use the smell as an analogy, Searle is like the smell of green grass that is still alive even if it is trampled on, while Estes is the smell of mushrooms that grow heavily in the corner in rainy weather.

Um, speaking of mushrooms?Brian moved his nose, and the orc's keen sense of smell made him smell something familiar at this moment.illusion?Absolutely not!Brian's wolf ears pricked up like puppies.Estes must be nearby!

Don't let me catch you, boy.

The orc druid let out a wolf howl, and ran across the crowd on all fours.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Estes?" Alwitt asked uncertainly, stroking the longbow.

"The city lord's mansion is guarded by so many people. If only a few of us broke in, wouldn't it be an egg hitting a rock?"

"I'm not trying to capture the city lord's mansion, I just want to capture the half-dwarf city lord. As long as the timing is right, it's enough to act when they relax their guard." Estes asked back, "I will regret it at this time, Don't you think it's too late already, Alvette."

The three elves were squatting on a dense tree outside the city lord's mansion. Not far away, the guards of the city lord's mansion patrolled back and forth but did not find them. Because the elves are loved by nature, any place with plants can become Their perfect cover point.

Of course, elves are not the only ones who can do this, and some people are even better than them-such as druids.

Brian was hiding in the bushes outside the courtyard wall. He was obviously so huge, but no one, including the elves with keen five senses, found him.

What are they trying to do?

Brian stared at the elves among the tree canopies.He found Estes, but failed to catch him as expected.The druid wanted to see what the rebellious little elf prince was planning, maybe they were also trying to rescue Theresiu.

But if they make trouble here now, will it have an adverse effect on Searle's plans for tomorrow?After all, the auction was just around the corner, and any mistakes would be very troublesome.Druid hesitated whether to report a letter to Searle first, and at this moment——

"on!"

The druid heard a whisper, a sound absolutely inaudible to human ears.The druid saw the three elves breaking into the city lord's mansion, and he couldn't sit still any longer, so he broke in after them.The patrolling guards didn't even notice that in the blink of an eye, two batches of uninvited guests had already entered the City Lord's Mansion.

In the attic, the fingertips of the mage who was silently writing spells paused for a moment, and the quill pen drew a long oblique stroke on the sheepskin scroll.This scroll is completely scrapped.The black-robed mage didn't feel bad. He put down his sleeves and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the attic.

The city lord's mansion is still peaceful, and nothing unusual can be seen.However, the mage's black eyes can see the ups and downs under the illusion of calm, as well as all kinds of ghosts with teeth and claws under the waves.

The little Olivier who was not reconciled and wanted to ruin his reputation; the ambitious Lord Locke who tried to use his handle to control him; and the Archmage Bailey who took the trouble to warn him over and over again.

He has had enough!

With one hand propped on the glass, Berthian looked at the uninvited guests, with a flash of interest in his eyes.Perhaps, one or two little mice strayed into the garden can help him completely change the situation.