God seal

"Did you hear something?"

The aged servant bowed his head.

"No, Master Olivier."

"is it?"

The boy looked back at the dark corridor.Turning a corner there leads to the basement of the castle.Just now he heard a strange groan near the corner, but this old servant answered in this way.His father never allowed him to go near the basement, and the family servants didn't mention it.The young man was curious, what secrets were hidden in that dark basement that no one could approach?

"Master?"

The old servant was already urging.The young man was sure that if he continued to stand here, the old guy would immediately report to the head of the family.

"That's probably because I heard it wrong."

Or maybe that so-called secret is just an insignificant part of this withered and rotten giant tree.It doesn't matter to this family that will die sooner or later.Raphael Olivier missed the chance to discover the truth, and by the time he learned the truth again, the corrupt blood from the basement had flowed through his body.

He will regret it all his life, and he will not sleep at night.Until one day, he met a fledgling and meddling elf from the sea of ​​trees in the west, and then he understood what life should look like, and was saved.

"Master Olivier doesn't eat meat? Oh, what a shame about this veal steak."

At the dinner table, Lord Locke entertained his guests attentively, but found that the black-robed mage didn't even eat meat.

Sarandiel (Monte) doesn't eat at the same table with them, so it's easier for the guests at the table to chat.Hearing the city lord's question, Bethien, who was sitting opposite him, hadn't answered yet, but Mr. Olivier laughed first.He is currently on a temporary truce with Bethien, and he is also one of the guests invited by the city lord.

"My elder brother not only doesn't eat meat." Little Olivier sneered, "I heard that he vomited all afternoon because he accidentally ate meat in adolescence. He's really delicate."

"Really?" Lord Locke was taken aback, "Master Olivier's habit is just like that of vegetarian elves."

Bo Xien didn't pay attention to them at first, but he put down the knife after hearing this sentence.

"Elves are not all vegetarians." After the black-robed mage said this, he glanced at the entrance of the hall and got up. "Let me take my leave first. Tomorrow is the auction. I want to make more preparations."

"Okay, okay, don't forget to rest, the body is also very important." Locke City Lord said quickly.

"Hypocritical." Little Olivier rolled his eyes.

Bo Xien didn't care, but stopped suddenly before leaving, and left a meaningful sentence.

"I hope you enjoy your meal."

Whether the Lord of Locke City and Little Olivier understood this sentence, but the people hiding in the dark were secretly frightened.

[Did he find us? 】

Albert asked quietly.

Estes had never had a good impression of the human mage, but at this time Bothian retreated ahead of time, and he wanted to thank him.The hall where the master was dining was obviously not crowded with patrolling soldiers, only a few waiters stood by the wall waiting to be called at any time.After Bethian left, the defense became more loose.

[Seize the opportunity. 】

Estes shouted, and the elves attacked.Arvette and the female elf shot bows and arrows from the eaves, while Estes rushed directly to the long table with a scimitar in his hand.

"guard!"

The lord of Locke City is worthy of being the lord of a city. He quickly pushed away the chair and called for the guards.However, how could Estes give him this opportunity, the scimitar cut through the air, and instantly arrived at the throat of the short city lord.

"Scream again, and your throat will be cut." The elves were merciless when they threatened people.

"You...what are you going to do? This is the Mansion of the Lord of Locke City, and all the big shots are gathered here! By the way, Sarandiel!" The city owner said as if he had found a life-saving driftwood, "Sarandi Lord Er is here too! As fellow clansmen, are you going to attack me in front of him?!"

Sarandir?

The elves peeped at each other, would Sarandir join forces with this kind of scum, and still sit in the city lord's mansion?Alwitt couldn't believe it, but Estes sneered.

"If he has degenerated to the point where he wants to protect people like you, then I'll just clean up the door!"

At this moment, a voice came from above everyone's heads.

"Who's going to clean the portal?"

Seeing someone coming, the Lord of Locke City seemed to see a life-saving straw, "My lord, help me!"

"Lord Sarandeer!" Little Mr. Olivier, who had just been thrown out of the hall silently, stood behind Monte and pointed at a few elves, "They are the ones making trouble, please help us."

Estes looked at the guy called "Sarandir" and sneered.

"Ridiculous, don't you even know the difference between an elf and a half-elf? How could he be—"

After Monte recognized Estes, he yelled badly in his heart. Seeing that Estes was about to reveal his identity, Monte interrupted him wisely: "How could he be an elf? These assassins are obviously half-elves Your Excellency, Mr. Olivier, don’t make a mistake.”

Estes, who was beaten up, was dumbfounded.

"You uninvited guest." Monte questioned him, "I don't care what your plans are, now that Locke City is heavily guarded, it is impossible for you to achieve your goals!"

Estes froze for a moment, hearing something in Monte's words.Could this half-elf be kindly reminding them?

"For the sake of our compatriots, I can let go of the past if I leave now, otherwise don't blame me for the severe punishment."

Little Olivier said anxiously: "My lord, how can this be done!"

Monte glanced at him: "You question my decision?"

"No...don't dare."

"Half-elf." Monte withdrew his gaze and looked at Estes, "Leave soon."

Estes gave him a deep look.

"go!"

The other two companions followed Estes and quickly left the City Lord's Mansion.And the guards who surrounded outside did not dare to chase them at will because of Monte's order.This assassination ended in such an unexpected way.

"Now that the matter has been resolved." Monte said, "I'll go back to rest, and don't disturb me until dawn."

The city lord and little Olivier looked at each other and sent him away respectfully.However, Monte did not leave immediately, but hid in the dark to listen to their conversation.

"Lord Saran'deil's way of dealing with these assassins is too strange."

"And what those assassins said just now..."

When Monte returned to his room, he immediately tried to send a message to Searle.

"If you think it's dangerous, I can take you away now." The druid appeared from the shadows.

"You've been here all the time?" Monte was surprised, "Then you still let that naive elf crown prince in, you don't know how much trouble he almost got into!"

"I just want to see what he wants to do. I didn't expect you to meet, and he even saw through your identity." Brian said, "It seems that the city lord has become suspicious."

"I can't go." Monte said, "Tomorrow is the auction, and I need to stay as 'Sarandir' to respond to you internally."

"Okay." Druid no longer tried to persuade him, "What information have you collected these days?"

According to Searle's arrangement, Monte approached the Santo and Olivier Jr. as "Salanduel" in the past few days.From these two people, he heard some news respectively.For tomorrow's auction, in addition to Bethian as the guard, the city lord also hired other mages to assist, and although the auction will be held in Rock City, the person in charge is not the city lord of Rock City.He is just a middleman who provides the venue, and the actual organizer is someone else.Therefore, capturing the city lord will not stop the auction, but will alert the other party to heighten their vigilance.

Estes, who didn't know the information, acted without authorization, almost causing serious trouble to Searle and the others.

"In addition, the reason why the Olivier family and Bethien are fighting each other seems to be related to the inheritance of their family's 'prophetic ability'."

Brian returned to the base and relayed Monte's words to Searle.

"They think that Bossian took away the prophecy ability of other members of the Olivier family, which made the family decline."

Searle found it funny: "It's their usual style to blame others for your incompetence." He asked again, "Lon, how are you preparing for tomorrow's plan?"

"Everything is going well." The big man Ron said, "Thanks to the information brought by your companion, it will be much easier for us to find out the list of mages guarding the auction now. But I am worried that they will have other reinforcements. "

"No matter how many reinforcements there are." Searle said, "As long as they determine where they are holding the 'slaves' and catch the organizers behind them, I will end this auction forever."

Ron was surprised for a while, and then laughed loudly: "Then you will completely offend the rich and powerful in Rock City! After all, the slave trade is their legal business, and it is a 'big deal'."

"No matter where it is, transactions that use 'people' as goods should not exist." Ser said calmly, "If there is a law that allows this kind of evil to exist, then the law itself is evil."

"You want to challenge it?" the bard asked, looking into the elf's beautiful silver eyes.

"I'm going to destroy it." Searle replied.

When the elf uttered these words, everyone including the bard couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.At that moment, the bard understood that there are so many heroes and legends throughout the ages, no matter how brilliant they were, they all passed away like shooting stars in the end.

Only the name Sarandir will always shine brightly.