God seal

During the daytime, Vannen City looks like a strange magical monster from a distance.This place is full of products of spells, strange vehicles and spaceships made by alchemy masters, which cruise around the land and the sky day and night.Four protruding mage towers, like the monster's four horns, provide power and protection to the city.The uneven city wall covered with magic traps is the torso of this monster.And its heart is undoubtedly the Fanen Academy of Magic located in the center of the city.

The reputation of this academy has spread all over the mainland, from the dignitaries to the street beggars, from the most mysterious western tree sea to the most dangerous eastern abyss, everyone knows everyone.Vann School of Magic is famous, but there are only two kinds of people who can stay in this school for a long time, rich nobles or talented mages.However, smart people understand that the former only provides material supplies for the college and can be replaced at any time, while the latter is the spirit and soul of the college and cannot be replaced.

At this time, it was the class time, and the Huaguduo of the college - mage apprentices were all sitting in the classroom obediently.However, the corridor that was supposed to be quiet was suddenly broken by a series of hurried footsteps.

"Big news!"

Archie Bailey rushed into the classroom like a whirlwind, and shouted: "Eli, God, I can't believe it—" The excited voice stopped abruptly, and the ending sound was still floating in the corridor, but the prelude had already been overwhelmed. The cold air in the classroom froze.

"What can't you believe? Archie Bailey." The black-robed mage standing upright in front of the podium looked at him, "You barged into my classroom yelling, maybe you have prepared a reasonable explanation. And Maybe you just don't have a brain."

The mage's obsidian-like eyes flicked across Archie Bailey's sweaty face, which alternated between red and white, as if he thought it was funny.

Archie Bailey swallowed, feeling cold sweat slithering down his back like a reptile.

"Uncle, Mr. Bethien..."

"My name is not Uncle Sean, and I don't remember when I had a student who was absent from class, was late, and disrupted the order of the classroom at will." The black-robed mage said coldly.

Archie Bailey thumped, screaming in his heart that it was not good, and sure enough, the next second, he only heard the cold-faced mage on the podium say.

"You don't need to come again for the basics of the magic net this semester."

As if being hit by a giant clock and buzzing in the head, only three words emerged in Archie Bailey's mind - it's over, egg, it's over!

Bethian glanced at him and continued teaching.His clear voice explained the basic theory of the magic net. The mage apprentices under the podium listened carefully to the class, and no one dared to take a peek at the unlucky Archie Bailey again.

It wasn't until after class was over that the black-robed mage packed up the textbooks and left the classroom. The frustrated Archie Bailey was surrounded by a group of mage apprentices.They comforted him from the distress of being directly failed, and at the same time they were even more curious about the reason why he was so reckless.

"How dare you skip the class of the devil Bethian and walk right into his class, Archie, I can't believe what you've done!" asked a male apprentice with a freckled nose.

"What devil? Teacher Boxien is rich in knowledge and self-cultivation. It is obvious that you are punished by the teacher for not correcting after repeated teaching." Hearing this sentence, another red-haired girl couldn't help but refute, and some apprentices echoed.

It seems that in this classroom, the attitude towards the black-robed mage is divided into two factions, one is disgusted and fearful, and the other is respect and admiration.

Seeing that the two parties were about to argue again, Archie Bailey hurriedly said: "Wait, friends! Have you forgotten something? What is going to be discussed now is not whether our teacher Bosien is an angel or a devil, but That's why I'm late!"

"Indeed." The red-haired female apprentice said, "The thing that made you dare to skip Mr. Bossian's class must be very important. Don't be tricky, talk about it quickly."

Facing the eyes eager for the truth, Archie Bailey finally pulled himself together.

"The thing is like this. Grandfather suddenly received an urgent notice to hold a meeting of elders this morning. When he received the call, his expression changed. You must know that decades ago, he did not face the entire Southern Barbarian army like this. Never calm down."

"Stop showing off your grandfather to us. We all know the glorious deeds of Archmage Bailey, so let's get to the point!"

"The point is, I was curious about what surprised him so much, so when my grandfather went to the rotunda, I used a little trick to sneak behind him. Then," Archie Bailey paused deliberately, "guess Who did I see?"

"Who did you see?" Mages are a group of curious animals, and apprentices are no exception.

"A bunch of paladins!" said Archie Bailey.

Some apprentices were disappointed and said: "This is not big news. We have long known that there are paladins coming to Vann. Didn't Archmage Bailey confront a whole regiment of paladins in the holy city back then? A few paladins also It’s not so uncommon.”

"No way." The red-haired female apprentice said calmly, "So Archie must have seen something else."

She looked at the showy and triumphant Archie Bailey: "It's this 'something else' that makes you prefer to be punished by Mr. Bossian to skip class; it's this 'something else' that makes Bailey Master Li's color changed drastically, and he lost his sense of proportion."

"You're so smart, An Duo!" Archie Bailey said, "but I can guarantee that even you can't believe who I saw!"

The apprentices around looked at him with bated breath.

Archie Bailey said slowly, "I saw Eli—"

There was a breath of cold air around, and someone looked at him like a madman.

"— Paladin!" he finished, gasping.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, as if someone had cast a magic "quietness", and for a while, even breathing could not be heard.

Archie Bailey was very satisfied with the effect he had created. When the people around him were quiet, he continued: "You all know that there is only one paladin of Eli in this world. We have been listening to his legend since we were young. I grew up watching his "Travel Notes". But he has been hiding from the world for a long time. The last time he appeared in front of the world was 150 years ago. At that time, my grandfather was not even born, and I only saw it in a picture album collected by my grandfather. through his portrait."

Looking at the breath-holding and focused expressions of the people around him, Archie Bailey was proud and said, "You know, I always thought that the portrait was too beautifying the legendary figure, but I didn't realize it until I saw him personally—"

"Where is he himself?"

A voice passed through the human wall and squeezed into Archie Bailey's ears.

Archie Bailey trembled, looked up, and saw his teacher Bethian, who was an angel and a devil, standing at the outermost edge of the crowd at some point.The robe of the black-robed mage was not wrinkled at all, but his frown slightly revealed his emotions at this time.

Berthian chanted a name like a sutra, and asked, "Sarandir Eli Anvia, where is this guy now?"

When he called out this name, he was not as fanatical and adoring as the paladins, nor as vigilant and vigilant as the mages last night, nor was he full of wonder and curiosity like the group of mage apprentices in front of him.It was like calling out to any random person on the side of the road, a bread vendor, or a beggar.

Bossian asked again, his cold voice could always directly penetrate other people's eardrums.

Archie Bailey couldn't help but stammered and replied: "In, in the rotunda! It should still be discussing with the elders!"

Bethian gave him a suspicious look.

Archie Bailey hurriedly said: "I swear it's true, he took the paladins to the rotunda in person this morning! I saw a real person!"

Bethian turned and left.Behind him, the apprentices who finally recovered from their shock look at me and I look at you.

"My God, it will be Sarandir!"

"You should say oh my god, Mr. Bossian will pay so much attention to other people!"

"That's not someone else." The red-haired female apprentice Anduo suddenly said, "That's Sarandir."

The mage apprentices fell silent.

Sarandir, a name, is a symbol.If there is anyone else in the world who maintains awe and respect for him, whether it is his enemies or partners, it is Sarandir, the former crown prince who was expelled from the Western Sea of ​​Trees by the Elven King himself .

And now, he is actually in Van En City

……

It has been 500 years since Vannen was built. Since the day Vannen Academy of Magic was established, many people in this city have been connected with it.Among them, the Old Wood family was included.

Although compared with the long-lived races on the Central Continent, 500 years is just a flash, but for the Wood family, 500 years has recorded the entire history of their family's development in Vann.The Wood Arms Shop has existed since the first day Fann was built, and it is now the third generation in the hands of Old Wood.

As a native of this city, Old Wood has experienced wars and countless small conflicts. In terms of experience, he is much richer than others. Even Old Wood, who is the rarest elf on the mainland at present, has some knowledge.When he was young, he once heard his elders talk about the scene when the elves left the Central Continent like a tide. In recent years, he has also personally noticed that these long ears have begun to appear on the mainland again, and even occasionally, he can I met one or two in Vann City.Even so, he had never seen such an elf.

He was sure that his grandfather, his great-grandfather, and all the ancestors of his old Wood family had never seen such an elf.

It was a guest who was originally admiring a short bow hanging on the wall. He noticed the hot gaze behind him and turned sideways.

"What are you looking at, dwarf?"

Old Wood, who was only a quarter dwarf, stared at the guest vigilantly: "What are you looking at, elf?!"

The other party shook his slender ears: "I thought it was obvious. I was looking at your weapon. It's just that you keep staring at me, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable. Haven't the dwarves in Vann City ever seen elves?"

Old Wood didn't like his tone, of course he had seen elves, he had seen three of them in the tavern just a week ago!But that's not his biggest concern right now.

"You are an elf, but you came to a dwarf's shop to buy weapons." Old Wood said in a deep voice, "You are the least elf-like elf I have ever seen."

I don't know where this sentence touched him, and the expression of the elf ranger changed. Old Wood saw that he seemed to want to show a smile, but failed.

"That may be because you haven't seen enough elves."

"I have lived for more than 100 years, although I have never seen a few elves! But my grandfather and great-grandfather have seen many, but never saw any of them in our own weapon shop!" Old Wood blowing his beard He stared, feeling that the other party was underestimating him.Sure enough, the elves are so annoying, arrogant and contemptuous, "The elves never visit the dwarves' weapon shop! Because you are exactly the same arrogance."

"Sorry, I took the liberty." The elf ranger in front of him was beyond Old Wood's expectation. After sensing Old Wood's anger, he sincerely apologized.

"However, I think it is definitely a great loss for my fellow clansmen not to come to your weapon shop to have a feast of eyes. The elves are always like this. They are obsessed with strange rules, but they have lost a lot of important things."

The elf ranger took the short bow from the wall: "For example, this is a beautifully forged short bow. I like it very much, can you give it to me?"

Old Wood snorted and stared at the elf. Although he was still a little annoyed, he felt a little satisfied in his heart that he picked his best work with such a discerning eye.

"You want to take away my beloved work for nothing?"

"No. I just feel that for a weapon master, using 'buying and selling' to discuss a work that is almost an art is tarnishing his ability." The elf ranger smiled and handed out a money bag, "but No matter what, the weapon master also has to eat, of course I won't take it for nothing."

Old Wood took the purse and weighed it.The sound of gold coins hitting each other entered his ears happily.At this moment, he finally felt that the elf in front of him was not so annoying.

"This bow is yours. Remember to take good care of it. If you have any problems, come to me for maintenance. Of course, it's not free."

The elf ranger hung the shortbow at his waist, which was a better position for him to use it at all times.At this moment, they all heard a commotion outside the window.

"What are they shouting?" The elf ranger's pointed ears trembled, as if trying to hear more clearly.

Old Wood counted the gold coins without raising his head, and said, "Don't you know? There is a big man in the city today, and that one is also an elf." Speaking of this, he seemed to remember that he still didn't know what was in front of him. The guest's first name.

"Hey, elf, tell old Wood. What's your name, you guy who buys dwarves' weapons."

The other party was looking out of the window. Hearing this, he turned his head slightly, the sunlight fell on the long light silver hair, and the eyes of the same color looked quietly.

Only then did Old Wood dully notice that this elf seemed a little different.

"You can call me Searle."

He said so.