God seal

Estes had never been so disheartened that he was kicked out of the Santo's mansion by a half-elf, and he probably had to thank him.

"Honestly, Al." Alwitt said, "I think our plan is too hasty. If the half-elf just now really has something to do with Sarandir, maybe we can..."

Estes became a little annoyed: "It's my business to save the mixed-race girl!"

"Oh." A sneer.

"Who?"

Estes turned around vigilantly, they were already far away from the City Lord's Mansion, and they shouldn't be found.

"Excuse me." The mage came out from the shadows, "I was just wondering if all younger brothers are so disobedient, and need to pay more attention to him."

"Berthian Olivier!"

Estes asked vigilantly, "Did the city lord send you here?"

"Of course not." Bossian said, "I only do what I want to do, and no one can order me."

Estes immediately said: "But you worked for Sarandir last time! And you helped him in White Rose City, too." Obviously, the elf crown prince's news is much more sensitive than others, and he used The news instantly refuted the mage.

The smile on Bethian's mouth couldn't hold back for a moment.

"It has nothing to do with anyone else. I'm here for you, Your Royal Highness. Don't you want to save that poor girl who was put in danger because of you?"

"...Do you think I will believe you?"

"Because you have no one else to trust." Bothian smiled again, "Like this time because the information was not timely, you almost ruined the rescue plan of Salanduil. Then, how should you face yours?" What about that brother?"

Estes was speechless, and was reminded again and again, and he also realized that he seemed a little too paranoid.

"Are you also here to ask me to ask Sarandir for help?"

"No," said the mage, "I have come to ask you to cooperate with me, Your Highness."

Bo Xien didn't return to the city lord's mansion until late at night. The masters and servants in the city had already rested, and almost no one found him.

"Come back so late, what good is our great Master Olivier doing?" Except for one person.

Berthian turned around and saw little Olivier, his younger brother, who was always haunted.

"I don't need to report to you where I am going."

"Of course." Little Olivier said maliciously, "The premise is that you don't secretly communicate with some people behind our backs." Meeting Bossian's somewhat surprised eyes, little Olivier said triumphantly, "Don't think that you are the only one who can predict spells."

He held up a tuft of black hair from Bethian in his hand.

"As long as you have these, it's easy to find out where you are."

"Excellent ability to predict." Bossian applauded him, "You are really a qualified tracking dog now, dear brother."

Little Olivier was furious: "Don't think I don't know your secret, Bethian! How did you acquire the power of prophecy, do you think I don't know?" He threatened, "What will the world think of you if they know the truth? And that person you always miss! I 'saw' it, a silver-haired elf. Berthian, he is the one you will meet tonight, what will he think of you!"

Bethian stopped in his tracks.

For a moment, little Olivier was so stiff that he couldn't move. He didn't know that he accidentally hit Bethien's reverse scale, but his keen senses still made him aware of the terrifying murderous aura that was coming.However, that breath only existed for a moment, and soon disappeared.

Bethian seemed to give in.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

Little Olivier was stunned at first, and then great joy captured him.He finally got hold of Bethien and was able to handle this nasty guy!

He began to imagine how he would torture this arrogant guy, and ordered him to do so.

"First, I want you to admit to everyone that I am better than you at tomorrow's auction, and then..."

Bossian just listened to his absurd conditions, and the little Olivier, who was immersed in self-satisfaction, didn't realize that the killing intent of the black-robed mage just now was not a fake.

It's finally Rock City's annual auction!It is a feast for the inhabitants of the whole city.The auction will attract merchants and nobles from nearby places, and local residents who do business can also take advantage of the glory of the auction and take the opportunity to make a fortune.

Few people cared whether those slaves were in pain or despair, and no one cared about how many black-hearted transactions were hidden under this grand auction.

What does this have to do with me?The residents of Rock City mostly thought so, and went on happily doing their business.

Brian came back from outside and expressed his emotion.

"The residents here are used to buying and selling slaves, but I heard that Hephaes had abolished the slave trade more than 100 years ago, and now no country dares to openly trade people."

The bard sneered: "And Locke City does not belong to any country. It is a free city."

free.For those "slaves" who were trafficked, this is probably the most mocking word.

Brian looked at the bard. Most of the slaves trafficked in Rock City were mixed blood of various races. As a quarter mixed blood, the bard may have experienced a dark past unimaginable by ordinary people. Maybe his mother was a slave.If so, who was his father?A beautiful half-elven woman fell into the hands of those traffickers, how did she give birth to a child and raise him?

O merciful nature.Again the Druid hoped that his little Therese would not have such a tragic outcome.

"Let's go, Neil!"

The big Ron came out of the inner room, followed by Ronnie in full armor.

"Where is Salanduil?" the bard asked.

"Our hero still has a secret mission, so he's gone first." Ron said, "Let's go! We're going to have a big fight today!"

At the same time, nobles and businessmen from all over the world gathered outside the auction venue and filed in.And Monte, as "His Excellency Sarandir", naturally attracted everyone's attention, and almost no one wondered why an elf would openly participate in a slave trade.Even if someone has doubts, someone will soon explain his doubts.

"After all, this is legal in Locke City. No matter how powerful Salanduil is, he wouldn't dare to challenge the authority and people of the entire city."

"That's true."

Monte didn't know how people outside talked about "Sarandir". As a distinguished guest, he had already taken his seat.

"This is all the VIP boxes?" Monte looked around, "Which other guests are around?"

The Lord of Locke City apologized: "This is confidential, my lord. I can only guarantee that everyone who can sit in the VIP seat has an identity no less than yours."

Monte took a deep look at him.

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

The Lord of Locke City went out to leave, and gave some instructions to the guards guarding the box.However, he didn't know that Monte's excellent hearing had absorbed all their conversations into his ears.

"Pay attention to that 'Sarandir'. Once he makes any moves, report to me immediately."

"Yes!"

Monte shrugged, and it seemed that just as Druid said, the city lord began to have doubts about him.

"You can leave now."

"Searle!" Monte turned around in surprise and saw the slender familiar figure, "My God, how did you get in?"

Seeing the elf showing a "what's the problem?" expression, Monte realized that he was talking nonsense.For Sarandeer, there is no defense in the world that can stop him.

Searle walked into the box and looked around at the gorgeous layout inside.

"It seems that you are having a good time these days."

"So I linger and don't want to go back for a long time." Monte joked, noticing the warning gaze from Searle, he could only tell the truth, "Well, I admit that the reason why I have been reluctant to go is because I want to inquire about some News about Bethian."

Hearing this name, Searle's footsteps paused for a moment.

"Don't you care about him?"

"But you care." Monte said without thinking, "I have to find out what happened to the black-robed mage that Lord Sarandeer never forgets."

Searle was about to refute Monte's words, and cheers came from the lobby below.

Monte leaned over to take a look, and said with a smile: "It seems that the good show has already begun."

In Searle's eyes, this is a farce of grandstanding.

The first one to appear was the Lord of Rock City, who preached to everyone the fair and free trade atmosphere of Rock City, and praised it as the most orderly city on the mainland.

The audience sitting in the lobby applauded like marionettes, singing praises for the city and the auction.After the first few auction days, the main event finally came.

They will bring the mixed-race slaves of various races to be auctioned to the stage for display and bidding.The crowd began to be strangely excited. Listening to those loud shouts and looking at those pairs of red eyes, Searle seemed to be sitting in the lobby as a group of well-dressed beasts.

However, before the official start, the Lord of Rock City introduced a person to everyone.

"Let us welcome Master Olivier, he is in charge of all the guard work for this auction!"

Under the recommendation of the city lord, a young man meets all the dignitaries present, and promotes his worth in front of so many important people. There is simply no better stage to get ahead than this.Young people are very proud of it.Everything seemed to be going as planned, but Searle suddenly looked back at Monte.Although the one standing in the audience can also be said to be Master Olivier, it is not any Master Olivier recognized by Searle—it is the little Oliver.

"I was just about to tell you." The half-elf spread his hands, "This is one of the accidents. Bethien's position was replaced by his useless younger brother."

"Damn it." Searle couldn't help cursing, "He must have done it on purpose!" The elf was a little annoyed, because he felt that the cunning black-robed mage must have some conspiracy.

If Bo Xien was at the scene, he would definitely feel that they really have a good understanding.However, the black-robed mage is now facing another silver-haired elf.

"Can I go in?" Estes asked coldly.

"Please."

Seeing the figures of the three elves disappearing into the aisle, Bothian couldn't help but start to look forward to it.

Facing the moonlight outside the window, he carefully thought about all the layouts, and felt that nothing would go wrong.The black-robed mage was a little happy, murmuring to whom.

"I hope you like the gift I gave you."