Path of Light.

Chapter 26 26. News of Death
Roy was holding two books and was about to run out to the Elf Academy. It had been raining continuously for the past few days, and the water in the Dane River was soaring, and the water in the entire river was very turbid.

As soon as he left the house, he saw two elves patrolling the street outside the courtyard, seemingly checking the house number.

This place belongs to the edge of the lower city near the port. Many buildings here are wooden houses built randomly, which looks a bit messy.

"Who are you looking for?" Roy asked the two elf patrols.

He recognized one of the elf watchmen, whom he had seen in the tavern a few days before.

Seeing Roy's appearance, the elf patrol asked with some uncertainty:

"You are Roy?"

"Yes, I am."

The elf patrol immediately stood in front of Roy, looked at Roy, and said: "Pelius is dead, we found his body in a sewage ditch near his house, now I would like to invite you Let's go and identify it, is it the elf that I saw over the wall that morning..."

"Can it be as soon as possible? I still have to rush to the Elf Academy to take classes." Roy patted the books in his arms.

The elf patrol pointed to a carriage listening at the intersection, and responded: "I won't waste much of your time, just identify it."

"OK then……"

In fact, whether Roy agrees or not, the final result is the same.

The commoners in the lower city do not have any privileges, and the nobles in the upper city are another matter...

When Roy got into the guard carriage, Sabrina just came out of the house with a book in her arms.

……

The carriages of the guards drove through the streets and alleys, and drove on the noisy streets.

The sun was shining brightly in the morning, and the elves living in the lower city began their day's work.

Roy was sitting in the carriage, and two elf patrols sat opposite him. They were wearing light leather armor, and the sabers at their waists were hung on the door buckles.

Briefly told the elf patrol about how he met the elf thief that morning.

The elf patrol who had a relationship with Roy suddenly asked:

"Were you there when Jefferson died?"

Roy answered frankly: "Yes."

Another younger elf patrol complained: "It's really a coincidence."

Roy glanced at the elf patrol and said:

"Every elf has bad luck, doesn't it?"

Then he stopped talking, and the carriage became very dull.

Fortunately, the destination is not far away. It is a cemetery on the edge of the lower city. Graves can be seen everywhere on the hillside, and the grass slopes around the tomb are very neatly trimmed.

The body of the elf thief has been transported here.

Roy thought he was going to drag him to the scene of the crime, but he didn't expect to follow the two elves into a cemetery in the lower city.

Walking into a somewhat dark building, through a long corridor, came to a morgue.

There was a strong musty smell at the door of the room, and it was extremely humid inside.

Roy walked in with the elf guards, and there was no light coming in. There was a wall lamp every three meters, but the wick was only a soybean-sized flame, emitting a faint light.

Roy smelled a bad smell.

The elf thief lay on a mortuary bed, covered only by a linen cloth.

The elf patrol took the initiative to step up and lifted the linen covering his head, revealing the distorted face inside, bloodless...

It was a frightened and distorted face, and there was a very clear arrow hole on his forehead between the brows, probably a fatal wound.

The corpse had begun to decompose, emitting a disgusting stench.

The two elf patrols covered their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, and Roy suppressed the desire to vomit and carefully identified them.

Although his face is distorted, Roy can still be sure that the elf lying on the mortuary bed is the elf thief, because his appearance is so ordinary, he can be regarded as a different kind among half-blood elves...

"It was him I saw that day." Roy said with certainty.

The elf patrol nodded, and immediately put the linen cloth on his head again.

The three of them did not stay in the morgue, but turned and walked out.

"So have you found the Holy Grail?" Roy asked curiously.

"Not yet, when we arrived at his house, it had already been searched in advance." The elf patrol said.

Roy looked up at the sky, and the coolness of the morning had gradually dissipated.

Then he asked, "So can I go to school now?"

"Of course!" The elf patrol responded.

It is still far away from the Elven Academy in the upper city, so he said to Roy: "If you have any clues, you can come to the guard directly to find me. I am in charge of the security of the port."

"Okay, Lord Patrol." Roy replied respectfully.

Roy was thinking about the reward for providing the news, but the two elf patrols didn't mention it...

……

When Roy ran to the Elf Academy, the first big class was already halfway through.

The entire academy was quiet, only the training ground was surrounded by students.

Being late is not such a serious matter at the Elven Academy.

Many teachers don't even care how many students are absent from their classes. Elf Academy has a very loose management system for students.

It is easy to enter the school and difficult to graduate.

If you fail the final examination and defense, you are destined to retake it next year...

However, if a student rushed in recklessly during class, he might be kicked out by the teacher.

The elementary martial arts training class belongs to the outdoor class on the training ground. Roy also found the right time and mixed himself into the running team.

Claire, who was in the team, saw Roy coming, deliberately slowed down, came to Roy's side and said happily:
"I thought you wouldn't come."

"Why do you think so?" Roy replied out of breath.

"Steve has been looking for trouble for you for the past two days, I'm afraid you'll be scared away by him..." Claire said with a chuckle.

Roy gave him an angry look.

After everyone ran around the training ground for two laps, they began to prepare to learn some basic movements of elementary martial arts.

At this time, Instructor Abbot Nora standing in front of the team put his hands on his hips and shouted loudly:
"Roy, get out!"

Roy knew that he couldn't escape this time, so he could only bite the bullet and get out of the team.

"Keep running!" Instructor Nora ordered.

Without any hesitation, Roy immediately continued running around the training ground.

Other students have already started to learn the dismantling movements of martial arts, and Roy is still running...

But after Roy ran two laps without compromise, he was called back by Instructor Nora.

"Next time you are late, you will run until get out of class is over." Instructor Nora said with a straight face.

"Yes."

"Enter!"

Roy learned the basic movements of martial arts that were broken down very seriously.

But he was a little helpless and found that the martial arts movements that many elves around him could easily complete were difficult for him, either because the movements were not in place, or because the hands and feet were uncoordinated...

No matter how hard you practice, your movements are clumsy and stiff.

During the break, Claire complained beside Roy:
"You really have no foundation at all."

Roy didn't speak, and lay on the grass exhausted.

Claire asked him: "Besides elementary martial arts class, what else did you sign up for?"

"Geography lesson and modern history of elves."

Claire sat on the grass, stretched out her hands, and said speechlessly, "It's really different from all my classes. How did you choose..."

(End of this chapter)