Path of Light.

Chapter 22
The rain stopped, but the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky did not dissipate immediately.

At the boundary between the sky and the sea in the distance, the golden sunlight shines in, and at the same time, the sea surface and clouds are dyed with golden edges.

Castletown Harbor is also bathed in the setting sun at the moment.

Roy was walking on Brown Street, this time he didn't feel being followed, and he didn't stop when he passed the pharmacy...

However, I met Sabrina who came out of the long carriage.

The long-legged elf beauty didn't wait for Roy to go with her, but walked ahead along the street.

No one was watching, and Roy didn't want to get close to Sabrina, and followed from a distance, looking at Sabrina's model-like figure, a clear silhouette was illuminated by the setting sun, and the figure was pulled on the road Get old.

The ground of the long street is still wet, the drainage ditch is still full, and a large amount of water flows from the ditch to the sea.

……

Back home, Roy took a shower first, then changed into a set of dry clothes, washed them out, and hung them on the clothesline on the terrace.

Moira hid on the terrace, with her forearms resting on the railing of the terrace, quietly watching the sun slowly sinking into the sea.

Instead, it left Roy with a graceful back.

Ms. Belinda still didn't come back before dinner, and Roy ate a fried horse mackerel alone. He didn't eat the last two croissants, and the good things had to be eaten last.

"Roy, do you have time now?"

After Roy finished his dinner, he heard Sabrina calling him from outside the courtyard wall next door.

He hurried out of the house.

The two had made an appointment to take portraits of the sailors tonight. This was also at the request of Ms. Gillian. Roy didn't hear the specific reason clearly, but he felt that it should have something to do with Moira.

"Yes, at your house, or come to my house?" Roy responded loudly standing at the door.

Sabrina stood tall behind a low wall, her hair still wet, and she wore a long, loose linen dress.

"Come to my house, I have prepared three candles..." she said.

"Well!"

After Roy finished speaking, he walked towards the low wall, stepped directly over the low wall, and turned into the yard of Ms. Gillian's house.

Ms. Gillian was not at home either. The fish market at the pier had already closed at this time, so they were probably waiting for the fishing boats on the pier.

Roy seldom comes here, and he is quite curious about the furnishings in the room.

The house is no different from Roy's house, with a living room, bedroom and kitchen on the first floor, bedrooms and a terrace on the second floor.

Ms. Gillian should be living in this bedroom on the first floor, and Moira and Sabrina are living on the second floor.

Moira was already waiting in the living room. She was sitting on the one-seater sofa. There was an easel beside her. A piece of parchment was covered on the drawing board. The dye tray was placed on the coffee table. A tin bucket of clear water, and a few paintbrushes soaked in the tin bucket.

When Roy walked in, Moira didn't say hello, she seemed to be staring at the easel in a daze.

She has always been like this, always immersed in her own world.

There is a trident-shaped candlestick on the coffee table.

Before the candle was inserted, Sabrina asked Roy to sit on the sofa next to the easel, while she sat on the high stool in front of the easel, stepping barefoot on the crossbar of the high stool.

Both she and Moira exuded a faint scent of lilac, which smelled very good.

"I'll draw a portrait of Jefferson first. You can take a look at my drawing steps. Later, you will describe the appearance and clothing of those sailors. It is best to be as detailed as possible." Sabrina told Roy Said coldly.

Roy quickly looked away from her chest.

No way, the linen cloth clearly showed a little outline.

Sabrina just got out of the shower, and thought that the loose sarong could cover it up, and she wanted to focus on painting, so her eyes were bound to focus on the drawing board.

Obviously she was thinking a little too easily.

"Oil painting? Not a sketch?"

Seeing the brushes, paints and palette, Roy asked.

Sabrina tried to keep her breathing even, before answering:
"I know what Jefferson looks like, so I just paint it with oil paint. Those sailors first sketch it out, and then I can modify it. After the final confirmation, I will paint it into oil paint..."

It was the first time for Roy to see Sabrina painting. The paintbrush in her hand was like a small brush. She held the palette with one hand, and the paintbrush rubbed back and forth in the dye on the palette, and then It's just smearing on the canvas.

It starts with a thick layer of paint on the background, and she doesn't draw lines or any outlines at all.

It's just painting layer after layer of color, and gradually in the accumulation of colors, a blurry figure appears little by little.

The figure gradually became clearer, and the colors made him more vivid.

In the painting, Jefferson's face was a little red, and he was holding a wine glass in his hand, with some drunkenness in his eyes.

The dark moon elf's gray skin and shadows in the eyes are clearly drawn.

The dyes on the palette blended together, the brush in Sabrina's hand barely paused, and Jefferson's portrait appeared clearly on the paper.

This kind of on-site painting gave Roy a strong sensory enjoyment. It is not the kind of printer that directly draws a clear picture, but more like the continuous focus under the high-definition camera, from blurred to clear, and finally jumps on the paper. superior……

Probably saw Jefferson's portrait becoming clearer.

Under the reflection of the beating candlelight, the candlelight in Moira's eyes became blurred...

Her voice has some crying:
"He always said that I have the talent to be an assassin..."

Moira is the kind of petite and weak elf, her collarbone is very beautiful, sitting on the sofa wiping tears at this time makes people feel even more distressed.

"If he hadn't insisted on you accepting training from the Dark Elf Temple, Gillian probably wouldn't have turned against him."

Sabrina sat on the high stool and said with a sigh.

"Sister, do you think I was born just to enter the Dark Palace?" Moira murmured.

"Don't always think about it, you are you, we are all working hard for our ideal life, and you should do the same."

Sabrina touched Moira's forehead, then wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Are you the same? Roy." Moira looked at Roy pitifully.

"Under the premise of filling your stomach, a little ideal is not a bad thing." Roy wiped his nose.

"Okay, stop thinking about it, he's been out of our lives a long time ago."

Sabrina stroked Moira's smooth blond hair with her hands.

Moira nodded, then sat aside and said nothing.

Sabrina peeled the drawing off the canvas and laid it on with another layer of paper, this time holding an ink-stained quill.

Roy quickly began to introduce the clothes and appearance of those crew members. The purpose of his coming here tonight was to describe the appearance and characteristics of those crew members in words.

It has to be said that Sabrina's painting level is almost master-level, a pair of eyes can keep changing under his quill, and won't stop until Roy thinks they look alike.

When painting these sailors, the atmosphere in the room gradually became more relaxed.

Moira's mood gradually calmed down, and she even chatted with Roy:

"Is Elf Academy interesting?"

"It's okay, but I had a thrilling day. A group of silver moon elves chased me all over the street this morning." Roy's tone was exaggerated.

Moira widened Shui Lingling's eyes, and asked curiously: "Did you have conflicts with others just after school started?"

"I don't want to be like this either. In fact, I was implicated by a bad friend. There's nothing I can do about it!"

Roy said helplessly.

During the chat between the two, there were various inquiries from Sabrina:
"Is that right?"

Roy immediately began to look at it, trying to make the picture in his memory clearer, and after careful comparison, he said:
"The eyebrows need to be drawn a little heavier, and there's a scar for him."

"They all have a very strong aura, the kind that feels very dangerous..."

Listening to Roy's description, Sabrina frowned and asked:
"How did you get involved with them?"

In fact, Roy didn't know how many times he had answered this question.

"I just want to inquire about some news about the human world on the other side of the sea. They want me to take them to find a cheap and clean hotel, and finally find a tavern for a drink. I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen."

While chatting, Sabrina's second painting was completed.

Not everyone is very similar, but these sailors in the painting retain their appearance sitting in the tavern, at least the characteristics of the main few are clearly depicted.

If a single person reappears, it may be impossible to identify them with this painting, but as long as they appear at the same time, Roy is confident that he can tell them apart with this painting...

"Okay, I'll put them under the box."

Sabrina took the second painting off the drawing board, shook her sore hands and said, this painting is much more difficult than the first one.

"It's up to you this time, Roy, who do you want to draw?"

asked Sabrina, laying out a third sheet of seaweed paper.

The background color of this kind of seagrass paper is even a little light green, and it is not easy to preserve, and it is easy to grow hair in the humid summer...

But it's cheaper!
Roy didn't plan to keep the painting for too long, he just planned to take it to the tavern and show it to those well-informed elves.

So when Sabrina laid out the drawing paper, Roy began to describe the elf thief.

The first time I saw him was at the gate of the temple, and I just saw his embarrassed figure at that time, and then I saw his face at the gate of the Brown Street tavern:

"He is a thief. He is a little thin. He is about the same height as a pharmacy owner. He has messy and greasy hair. His eye sockets are slightly sunken. His eyes are light blue. There should be two wrinkles on his forehead. When he walks, he will clamp his right hand. arm……"

Sabrina carefully painted the elf in Roy's mouth on the drawing paper.

Modify modify.

In fact, Roy doesn't remember so many details clearly. The most vivid memory is the greasy hair and the right hand with the package.

As the portrait became clearer, Moira stood beside her and covered her mouth and whispered:

"The elf in this portrait looks like Peleus, Roy, do you want to find him?"

(End of this chapter)