God seal

Searle clearly knows that he is different from most people in this world.

He is not going to tell anyone this secret, but maybe the Elf King has already discovered it, but he doesn't care, just like he doesn't care about most things in this world, the Elf King doesn't care whether his descendants were born in this world before they were born into this world. Has any other innocuous identity.

He taught Searle strictly, urged him, praised him, and occasionally teased him, but never said that Searle's weird behavior didn't look like an elf.

He would say, Searle, you shouldn't keep thinking about eating meat and you will suffer from indigestion, but he didn't say that Searle who did so was not in line with the nature of elves to protect creatures;

He would say, Thur, you shouldn't always tease the druids, they will suffer from a nervous breakdown, but he didn't say that such a mischievous Thur is not as elegant as an elf should be;

He didn't order Seer to be a qualified successor, but let Seer grow in the way he liked, and eventually grow into an heir who was different from other companions, but was deeply trusted by his companions.

However, such an elf king has not drank a drop of water or eaten a grain of food for a full 100 years.

On this day, the boyish Searle lay on the Elf King's lap.

"dad."

He said: "I was wrong. I will never eat meat secretly again. I will only eat fruits and leaves in the future, as long as you eat with me."

The Elf King smiled and did not correct his address for the first time.

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It took Searle a long time to find his voice.

At this point he can ask, who is that person you are talking about?Where did you see the memory?He can even use force to force the black-robed mage to spit out more details.But he didn't ask anything. The moment his identity was revealed, the elf ranger turned back into Eli's paladin.

He stood up straight, but his expression was as cold as a sculpture.

"Master." Sarandiel said, "Are you the master of the Astronomy Tower?"

He was so straight to the point, so inexplicable, as if he was announcing to the opposite person that he didn't want to waste a single second here, as long as he wanted, he could end the conversation at any time and obtain the information he wanted.

However, Boshien was not offended by his indifference, on the contrary, his black eyes flashed, and he looked at the elf with interest: "Now you are very different from before, I almost thought you were two people. "

Thrall, who turned back into Sarandir, seemed to be covered with an invisible armor. No one could hurt him, and no one could see through his true emotions through the armor.Only he himself, the Ser who hides in the deepest part of his heart, knows how flustered he is now.

However, since he is Sarandir now, facing the situation in front of him, he chose a method that least considers himself and protects the overall interests to the greatest extent.

"I'm sorry for trespassing on the mage's tower." Sarandiel said first, "but if possible, I would like to meet the 'prophet' first."

"You want to meet the 'Prophet'?"

The expression of the black-robed mage on the opposite side seemed a little strange, and then Sarandiel heard him say.

"Since you and him are old acquaintances, don't you know that the 'Prophet' has been missing for two months."

"what?"

For the second time today, Sarandiel asked this question hastily.

If the first time he was out of surprise and accident, the second time he was more worried and angry.The elf had already put away the short bow, and at this moment he gripped the bow arm so hard that it creaked, which attracted the mage to take another look.

"It seems that the 'Eli's Paladin' is not omniscient." The mage smiled, "The disappearance of the 'Prophet' caused chaos in the astronomy tower. Although the academy blocked the news from the outside world, I thought that at least you You will be the first to know about his disappearance. After all—"

The mage looked at Salanduil, and said with some malice: "He is your last partner so far, isn't he, a great hero."

Almost at the moment when he uttered these words, there was a humming sound in the air, and the sharp arrow pierced through the air and struck head-on, but it stopped at him just before it was about to pierce through Bethien's head. in front of.

The danger was imminent, but Bossian didn't change his face.

"It turns out that you are still angry. I thought you were addicted to pretending to be a wooden man, and you have lost your emotions." The mage sneered, he waved his right hand, and the arrow lost its strength and fell to the ground.

Salanduil had never hated a stranger so much, and the last time he had such intense anger, he couldn't remember how many years ago.He had to admit that, at least in terms of angering himself, the eccentric black-robed mage in front of him was very talented.

The elf withdrew his short bow, and the arrow made him vent part of his anger and calm down a little.To be honest, this young mage should be glad that he met his current self. If it was 150 years ago, the elves can guarantee that this arrogant mage would never be able to stand here and speak intact.

Salanduil turned around and left, the red dragon Direl was missing, and now even the only "prophet" who can predict the whereabouts of the red dragon is missing.This is not a good omen.

However, the fateful sorcerer behind him still called out to him without knowing what to do.

"Hey, big hero. What are you doing with 'The Prophet'?"

Salanduil was not going to pay attention to this kid, he had exhausted all his sanity now that he restrained himself from beating up the mage.But things are not as expected.

"If you came to him to make a certain prophecy for you, then maybe I can help you do it too."

It was this sentence that made Sarandir stop.

The elf turned around, and his silver eyes swept the mage up and down.Although he didn't speak, Bossian could see a lot from those eyes, perhaps it can be described in one word - you?

With some sneer, some meanness, some mistrust.However, the elf still stopped in his tracks, as if he wanted to wait for Bothian to continue talking before making a decision, just like a lion that was irritated by someone, trying to restrain his temper.

Bossian laughed again. This was definitely the most laughing day in his life, and his pale face became more popular because of it.

The mage said: "It's me, and I'm also the mage of the astrology tower. If you want the 'prophet' to help you predict something, then I can play the same role."

The elf seemed a little impatient and said: "'Prophet' is not the same as ordinary divination mages. Young man, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course I know." Bossian lowered his eyes, "Although there are so many prophecy-type mages in the world, and there are even some outstanding archmages, there is only one who has the ability to accurately predict the future, and that is your former partner. 'Olivier the Prophet', he's different."

Salanduil raised one eyebrow, as if to say—then what are you talking about.

Bossian continued: "Although there is no one who can surpass 'Olivier the Prophet' in the ability of foresight now, it does not mean that there will be no future. If there is anyone with this talent who can outperform blue and surpass blue , then there must only be someone who has inherited the blood of the 'Prophet' and is better than him."

Salanduil seemed to understand something, and his gaze at the mage was no longer casual, but turned into a serious look and ponder.

Bossian found that he actually liked this sight a little bit.So rare, he bowed slightly in a polite and thoughtful manner, and said as a mage: "I hope it is not too late to introduce myself, my humble Bossian Olivier. First time meeting, Your Excellency Sarandeer."

What day is today.

Salanduil wondered why he met so many descendants of the dead.Is this Eli reminding him that he is old, or the pace of time is too fast, and he has been left behind without knowing it.

"Berthian Olivier." The elf muttered the name, "You are—"

"It's a descendant of 'Olivier the Prophet', and one of his great-nephews." Bossian emphasized the last two words playfully, "Then, maybe for the sake of your former partner, would you like to Let me give you some help?"

Salanduil did not answer him directly, but asked another question.

"You know me. You said you saw me in someone's memory, and that person—"

"It's the Olivier you know." Bossian took over his words, "When he disappeared, the academy sent many young and promising mages to investigate the truth. As a descendant who inherited his prophecy ability, I I am honored to be one of them. In order to find his trace, I must try to restore the scene of his disappearance and understand his past."

Salanduil closed his eyes, he didn't want to hear any more.If someone looked carefully at this moment, they could see that his slender silver eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if suppressing some intense emotion.

Bosian noticed it, but pretended not to, and said almost cruelly: "When I cast a certain prophecy spell, I saw the memory of this elder. And those memories are all about you."

Searle.

The young, still immature elf appeared in the memory of "Olivier the Prophet" time and time again.There are countless scenes and pictures in those memories, which record the past of Olivier and Sarandir.The elves will have a good time with their partners, will go to war because of disputes with others, and will take on high-risk tasks for meager rewards, but every day is full of excitement.

Bothian has seen Sarandir in his memory more than once.At that time, his brows and eyes were stretched out, full of arrogance, he was the most flamboyant opponent and the most reliable partner, he laughed louder than dwarves, and drunker than orcs.Although he was more human than elf, his people followed him and admired him as always.

Therefore, Bothian almost couldn't recognize Salanduil in front of him.He was Eli's paladin, oh what an honorable title.

But that's all.

He has no companions and no ethnic group around him.

He is alone.