God seal

Standing in the round hall, Bossian frowned. He felt that a magic trap had been triggered. Someone had destroyed the magic circle he set up, and he could feel that the magic circle failed to capture the intruder.This is really strange.

However, right now, he didn't have time to delve into it carefully, because the quarrel in front of him was still going on.

"I didn't notice it right away! It's because he was holding that sword. That's not my fault!"

"It's just a broken sword!"

"Ha, that sounds good! Go and ask Eli to give you a sword and try. And they also have the dragon's transformation magic!"

"It's just an underage dragon cub!"

"Then he is also casting dragon magic!"

Two white-haired archmages are arguing with each other, one blaming the other and the other apologizing.The object of their quarrel, the humanoid red dragon cub, was standing in the hall holding the rusty long sword in his hand.He opened his mouth in boredom, as if he would hiccup and spit out a dragon's breath in the next second.At this time, his identity had been exposed, but he didn't look nervous. Instead, the mages around him looked like they were facing a big enemy.

Bothian was sure that the archmages around were always on guard against the red dragon, for fear that his hiccup would knock down the roof of the rotunda.Of course, the archmages were on guard against several other paladins.

"Gentlemen, please stop arguing." Archmage Bailey stood up, and it seemed that he was the first person who couldn't stand it any longer. Where is your whereabouts?"

"I don't know." Reid said loudly, "He only asked me to look for you in his appearance, but he didn't tell me where he went."

Bailey looked at the other paladins almost as if he was begging for help.Being looked at by an old man like this, even though the paladins felt a little guilty, they could only shake their heads.

"Now," the old mage sighed, "the stone staircase outside is almost smoothed by the crowd, just because 'I don't know who' spread the news that Lord Sarandir will meet us in the round hall, and all Everyone wants to see the honor,"

Eddie touched his nose. As a member of "I don't know who", he couldn't help feeling a little guilty, but this was Lord Sarandeer's order, and they must obey it.In addition, as Lord Sarandeer said, although these mages are full of vigilance against them, they have no active malice-at least most of them do not.

When they knocked on the door of the rotunda this morning with the red dragon disguised as the glittering "Paladin of Eli," he could have sworn that the looks on the faces of those mages were as if they had seen the only one in the world. Cherished—experimental product.However, how surprised they were at that time, how disappointed they are now.

"We don't know where the lord has gone. He gave the order, and we obeyed." Captain Yvonne said.

"He gives orders, but you follow blindly." A taunt came from the side.

Eddie followed the sound and saw a black-robed mage standing in the corner. Compared with other gray-haired archmages, his youthful appearance was impressive, and even more impressive was the black-robed mage Those eyes seemed to be ridiculing others at any time.

Although he is handsome, he is unpleasant.

Yvonne frowned and said, "Following orders is one of the knight's rules, perhaps it's hard for loose mages to understand."

Bossian said: "If I remember correctly, he is Eli's paladin, and you are Dui's paladins. There is no superior-subordinate relationship between you."

"It's not just because of his identity that we follow the orders of Lord Salanduel." Yvonne heard the black-robed mage opposite him sneer, but the other party's laughter made him feel ridiculed.However, limited by what he has been taught all along, Yvonne can't act disrespectfully. As long as the other party doesn't use force, he can't get angry.

The other paladins also endured Bethien's sneer, only Eddie thought, I really hate this mage.

Bothian has no plans to communicate with these old-fashioned paladins. In his opinion, these paladins who only know how to smell the feet of the gods are like puppets on strings, and they will not have any valuable information at all.Since staying here can't achieve the desired purpose, he is ready to leave.

"Bothian!" Archmage Bailey stopped him.

"Whatever you want to do," said the old mage, "remember..."

"I remember not to cause trouble." The black robe mage felt cold, dropped this sentence, and then teleported away from everyone's sight.

"I just want to say..." Archmage Bailey said innocently, "Remember not to use the teleportation spell to leave."

The comrades around gave him a blank look, only a ghost would believe it.

……

"This is the path to the Astrologer's Tower."

While leading the way, Archie Bailey introduced to the elves behind him: "Although there are not many people in the college now, we must also be prepared to be discovered by others. It is safe to go this way."

Searle felt that the mage apprentice in front of him was more active in trying to lead him into the astrology tower than himself.Are mages now so casual?Or is it because the mage apprentice he met is special?

He decided to ask.

"Don't you worry..."

"What are you worried about? Are you worried that you broke into the academy with ill intentions, or are you worried about your own safety? I have thought about it a long time ago." Archie Bailey said, "You can break into the academy without being discovered by the mage guarding the enchantment , the skill is definitely not ordinary. Since it is better to fight against you and ask for trouble, I will be obedient and take you directly to the astronomy tower. No matter what you want to do there, if even the archmage in the astronomy tower can't stop you , then it is useless for me to stop you now."

Searle experienced a long-lost sense of familiarity in this mage apprentice.That kind of wisdom like a fool's insight made his teeth itch, but also made him helpless.

"What's your name?"

"Archie Bailey. That's terrible! Should I not tell an elf my real name?" The young mage apprentice was a little bit behind the times, but found that the elf beside him suddenly stopped.

"...Bailey."

The elf whispered the surname softly, his silver eyes seemed to be fogged.He looked at Archie, and the corners of his mouth seemed to rise and fall slightly.

"What a common surname."

Archie himself felt the same way. In fact, if his grandfather hadn't been born in the past few generations of his family, who would care about the surname Bailey?And now people know "Mage Bailey", all because of his grandfather.If many years later, the world has forgotten the archmage Bailey, and at this time there appears a character named Bailey who is particularly good at making bread, or who is proficient in flower art, maybe there will be "Baker Bailey", "Baker Bailey" Gardener Bailey" is such a title.

However, to his surprise, after expressing his thoughts, the elf's attitude towards him seemed much friendlier.

It's really inexplicable, maybe elves are so strange?

"I can only send you here."

Archie stopped, outside a rose garden.He pointed to the faintly visible path in the garden, and said to the elf, "Walk through the rose flower path, and inside is the Astrology Tower, where all the mages of the prophecy department are inside."

The elf moved his ears when he heard this.

"All in it? Including the Archmage of the Prophecy Department?"

It should be, Archie nodded casually, and then he saw the elf put on the hood and walked into the garden alone.

"Hey!" He couldn't help shouting, "You just went in like this! Aren't you afraid that I will go back and call for someone to block you in? Aren't you afraid that this is a trap?"

At this time, Searle had just stepped on the grass in the garden with one foot, and felt the moist and abundant soil under his feet, without turning his head.

"Would you? 'Painter Bailey.'"

It wasn't until the tall voice disappeared between the leaves and petals that Archie murmured, "When did he find out?" He lowered his head and stroked the paint that hadn't been cleaned off between his nails.

"What a weird guy."

This mysterious elf seems to have an almost arrogant self-confidence. Judging from the way he climbed the window into the classroom, he should be an unruly and happy temperament. However, he always has a straight face along the way. Yes, he is almost never relaxed.Now that he's gone, his back looks so lonely again.

"A strange elf."

Archie chanted it again, and decided to pretend he didn't find out about it, and went back to continue copying his textbooks.After all, he is just an incompetent sorcerer's apprentice who devotes himself to painting. Instead of worrying about these mysterious and dangerous characters, it's better not to fail his exams first.With that in mind, he hummed a little tune and prepared to turn around.

"Archie Bailey."

Something cold pointed at the back of his head.

"Who did you just put in there?"

Archie's heart was chilled for a moment, that familiar, nightmare-like voice reminded him that he seemed to have forgotten the most important thing!

"Uncle, Bethian..."

The black-robed sorcerer watched the sorcerer's apprentice turn around coldly, with the condensed ice arrow in his hand still pointing at the center of the other's eyebrows.

"It's not Uncle Sean." He said coldly, "Tell me, who did you put into my mage tower just now?"

At this moment, Archie thought tragically, how could he have forgotten that the devil Bethian is also the mage of the astrology tower!

……

"Thank you for showing me the way."

A rose that was still covered in water mist swayed in front of the elf, and hid in the dense green leaves, like a shy girl hiding from her lover.Searle smiled unconsciously, although he no longer remembered how to laugh, but this did not prevent him from feeling happy when he encountered happy things.

Sometimes Searle would think that it might be happier to be a ranger wandering the world, or a rose lazily basking in the sun, than Eli's paladin.He only thought about it occasionally.

Reality does not allow people to choose.

Stepping on the last piece of grass, Searle looked up and looked at the mage tower that was as strong as a fortress in front of him. Its tall spire soared into the clouds, and occasionally a brick and a half tile could be glimpsed in the clouds of lightning and thunder. Therefore, the whole mage tower looks gloomy and mysterious.But Searle knew that this was just a spell effect used by mages to intimidate people.The real mage tower is not so tall and not so treacherous, but it is more dangerous than what the naked eye can see.

He stroked the newly bought short bow, and the long sword was left with Red. If he wanted to enter and leave the mage tower safely, he could only rely on this new partner.

"please."

The shortbow seemed to hum softly, echoing the master's call.

Searle took a deep breath, his figure arched slightly, and the next moment he jumped into the stone steps under the mage tower like a vigorous cheetah.Almost at the same moment they landed, the thunder in the dark clouds above became more intense.Searle was unmoved, but quickly shifted his position amidst the wind.It took him no more than one breath to land on each stone step, but even so, if it wasn't because of the elf's own light weight, he would have sunk along with the stone steps into the sudden mud.

It wasn't until he exhaled his last breath that he finally stepped on the last step in front of the Mage Tower, and Ser, who was holding his short bow tightly, had room to breathe. Before officially breaking into the Mage Tower, he decided to look back.

He soon regretted doing so.

Because behind him, what he saw was not a trap full of mud, nor a storm of thunder and lightning, but a man in black robe standing firmly in the wind, looking down at him.The black robe fluttered in the wind, and those black eyes looked at him coldly and mockingly, like looking at a funny clown.

For a moment, Searle thought about how successful he would be if he didn't choose to turn back but used that moment to directly break into the tower.However, the cold voice of the man in black quickly interrupted his thoughts.

"Now, thief." The black-robed mage said, "suicide, or be killed by me, you can choose."

Searle smiled lightly, and then he remembered that he didn't forget to laugh, but he forgot how to smile happily.As for sneering, ridiculing, and mocking, he has been very handy in these years.Hearing this long-lost threat now gave him the urge to laugh at fate.

The mage in front of him was obviously annoyed by his laughter, and frowned.

However, before the other party was really angry, Searle spoke.

"Since you are the mage of the astrology tower, maybe you will predict why I came here."

Since he had something to ask for, he decided not to anger a divination mage who might help him, and tried to show his sincerity.So he took off his hood, ready to show a little sincerity.

But soon, Thur, or Sarandir, would realize that this was the third wrong thing he did today.

The first one, climbing the window into the classroom was discovered by Archie Bailey.

The second one was caught after hesitating for a second under the mage tower.

The third and most wrong one was that he should not have revealed his identity in front of Berthian Olivier.

The lightning disappeared, the swamp disappeared, and the scowl on the face of the black-robed mage also disappeared.He floated down from the air, looking at Searle with a strange look.

Then, he said something inexplicable: "You are nothing like the portrait."

When he said this, Bossian wanted to understand one thing—why that kid Archie was blinded by fakes, but he didn't recognize the real one when he saw it.Because the real him is nothing like the one in the portrait, it has nothing to do with beauty or ugliness, it's just that no paintbrush can paint his real appearance.However, even so, Bothian still discerned the true identity of this elf.It's like he was not in the singing of bards, not in the records of "Travel Notes", but he had seen this elf with his own eyes, really.

Even Searle was stunned, still trying to struggle.

"What?" he asked.

Bethian smiled.

The next sentence, what he said really shocked Searle.

"However, your appearance is almost exactly the same as that person's memory, Your Excellency Salanduil."