Path of Light.

Chapter 37 37. Princess Ophelia
After the first big class of the Elf Academy, almost all the students have to change scenes...

All the corridors and alleys were crowded with students, and the young elves had endless topics to talk about together.

Roy and Claire are also one of the thousands of transitions. Roy's second class today is Modern History of Elves, and Claire is Poetry. The classroom of the two happens to be in the same teaching building, so they drop by...

The two chatted while walking. Roy was still a little unnatural when he walked, and there would always be bursts of pain from the scratches on his back. He was almost watching from the sidelines in the martial arts training class, and even his walking was greatly affected. .

Claire said that the life potion has a certain analgesic effect, and it will feel better after drinking it, but Roy thinks it is better to save this bottle of life potion.

He planned to finish his modern history course, and then he would take a long carriage to the temple, and let Jasper or Abt heal him.

As for the reason for not looking for Priest Reed, Priest Andison, and Priest Theodore, it is because it has been difficult for priests to obtain the power of the Holy Light in the recent period, and the places where the priests usually use the power of the Holy Light are more many.

Even Claire felt that Roy was really a bit of a bigot. He was being targeted by a Naga, and instead of hiding at home or in the temple, he actually had to go to the academy to attend classes.

Seeing how many bandages were wrapped around his body, and she couldn't even put her hands on his shoulders, Claire frowned, but this guy was unwilling to accept his kindness, why would he refuse to take that bottle of life sap...

"Roy, aren't you worried that the Naga killer will keep coming?"

"As long as I don't go to the beach, I'm still sure."

Roy said confidently.

He didn't say he was sure of what to do, Claire thought he meant sure of escape.

Roy held the thick Modern History of Elves with one hand. This book was very thick. He stopped and lifted the book towards his armpit.

"I'm going to set some traps," Roy said.

What he thought of was the ground thorn. The tail of this Naga killer is like a moray eel. It not only has tough scales the size of an egg, but also has a dark gray scissor-shaped tail fin at the end. It swims like a snake and leaves a trail on the ground. water stains.

He has seen in some miscellaneous books that when some snake hunters catch big pythons, they will insert some sharp knives at the entrance of the snake cave and along the snake path. When the big python crawls over these blades, the soft belly will be was cut open.

Roy is also planning to set up such a trap at the door of his house.

If the Naga killer dared to come to the door, Roy was going to take him to the thorn trap.

There was a lot of fog on the seaside, and the Elf Academy was on the mountainside, and the bright sunshine had already filled the entire campus. Looking at the sea in the distance, it was like being in a fairyland.

The warm sun shining on the body always makes people lazy.

Regardless of the scratches on his body, Roy stood on the steps, stretched his arms, and said indifferently:
"Actually, even... it doesn't matter, just wake up from a dream and go home."

"..."

Claire was speechless.

The life of every silver moon elf is extremely precious, and they have incomparable love and respect for life.

"What are you thinking... I can't understand it!"

Claire stood behind Roy and said.

Roy smiled, but did not continue to explain. He had never said these words to other elves.

The two walked down the steps and walked inside along a curved corridor. In front of them was the west door of the third teaching building.

"At the beginning, you planned to be in a group with me, just to avoid being in a group with Steve and being punished by him when practicing martial arts, but now you have made a big fuss, and you even have to go to the arena, Claire, are you really ready? Go fight Steve in the arena?"

Speaking of this, Roy smiled a little embarrassedly.

Claire and Steve got into a fight in the arena, which has something to do with him.

When he saw Claire for the first time, Roy felt that although Claire was gentle and elegant, that delicate face was a bit too feminine, lacking a little courage and recklessness.

It is also because Claire inexplicably pulled him into the 'grievance between Claire and Steve' that Roy wanted Claire to be 'brave'.

So they dragged him to the street and fought like punks.

I didn't expect Claire to be quite resilient...

Claire walked side by side with Roy, smiled indifferently and said:
"When we were on the street, so many of them fought with us. We fought against each other. Now the place has changed to the arena. Of course it's the two of us..."

Roy froze for a moment before agreeing:
"……All right!"

Claire looked at Roy who was walking ahead:
Although Roy's personality and style of doing things are a bit weird, and he seems to be a bit out of tune with the Silver Moon elves, but his unyielding spirit is very contagious, and it is always very easy to change subtly by his side...

He quickly took two or three steps, and followed:
"Roy, I remember you are studying literature and history?"

Roy patted the thick book in his arms, and said without any disguise:
"That's right, it's the modern history of the Silver Moon Elves!" Roy said.

Claire immediately asked curiously:
"Then have you met Her Royal Highness Princess Jonah Ophelia?"

Roy glanced at Claire and found that he had no intention of explaining who Princess Jonah Ophelia was, so he asked:
"This Her Royal Highness is also a student of this year's Elf Academy?"

Claire stopped and looked at Roy with a strange expression:

"His Royal Highness is the teacher here... Haven't you even heard her name?"

Roy showed a pair of 'I also know? 'Looks like...

After receiving the affirmative reply from Claire's eyes, he said with some embarrassment:
"I usually don't pay much attention to the affairs of the upper class of elves, so I don't know about it. You mean... the teacher of the modern history of the Silver Moon elves is the princess?"

Claire nodded immediately.

"She is the most beautiful Silver Moon Elf in Castleton City. If the quota was not full when I signed up, I would also study the modern history of elves. This is the bad thing about the academy. Each course has an upper limit on the number of people." Claire complained .

Roy recalled the experience of these two modern history classes of elves.

In fact, the learning experience was poor.

The two stood on the steps connecting the corridor with the west door of the teaching building.

There was a lot of people here, so Roy and Claire stopped and walked in with the crowd at the edge of the steps.

"His Royal Highness, she may be as outstanding as you said, but her teaching level is relatively average."

Roy lowered his voice and said:
"Before I didn't know that she was Her Royal Highness, so my evaluation of her was: the course she taught was basically read according to the textbook. From the beginning of the class to the end, she was the only one standing on the podium and talking... If this counts as a class, then why not give each of us a book and let us sit quietly in the library and study by ourselves..."

Claire listened with surprise on her face.

Walking out of the corridor and entering the teaching building, the sound of footsteps going up the stairs is quite noisy. Those chaotic footsteps drown out the voices of the two of them talking...

It's just that the two of them didn't notice at all. Just behind the shrub wall connecting the west door and the curved corridor, Princess Jonah Ophelia, the lecturer of modern elf history, was sitting on a bench inside.

The area separated here is like a small garden, which can not only block most of the hustle and bustle, but also an excellent place to rest before class.

A sword guard stood beside Princess Jonah Ophelia.

The young guard heard an elf talking about Princess Ophelia in the corridor outside, so he chased him out.

"stop!"

Princess Jonah Ophelia was holding a book, her gaze didn't seem to leave the pages, but her tone was beyond doubt.

"your Highness……"

Princess Jonah Ophelia closed the history book in her hand, and said calmly:
"They were just chatting casually, and they didn't say anything wrong..."

The guard was a little aggrieved, and the breastplate was violently heaving with his breathing.

"But they offended you!" said the guard.

Princess Jonah Ophelia turned her head and glanced at the young silver moon elf guard, "Perhaps what he said is right, I should change this boring teaching habit."

Roy didn't expect that Princess Jonah Ophelia happened to overhear his chat with Claire when they were walking.

When I came to the lecture theater, it was overcrowded again, and some elves holding books were waiting at the door of the classroom.

Two teaching assistants were checking the students who did not apply for this course in the classroom. Some clever students began to sneak away. Roy sat down in the corner when enough seats were vacated in the lecture theater.

The bell for the start of class rang, and the two teaching assistants also quickly slipped away from the back door of the lecture hall, and the noisy lecture hall became silent.

The sunlight shines into the lecture theater through the glass, and the elves sitting in the sunlight are particularly conspicuous...

Princess Jonah Ophelia walked in from the outside. Today she was wearing a tube top white silk dress, holding a book in her two ivory-white arms.

Stepping up to the podium, she looked at the two hundred students in the lecture theater and pursed her red lips.

This was the first time she took a serious look at every elf student in the seat. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the classroom became completely silent.

Probably because of the aura of the princess, Roy found that her previous arrogance, indifference, and unreasonableness seemed understandable at this moment.

She was indeed as Claire said, when she stood on the stage, she was as dazzling as a magnificent and flawless gemstone.

The lake-blue eyes looked around the crowd, but Princess Ophelia did not see the student who looked a little special.

She didn't give a lecture according to the script, but just stood quietly on the podium and said:

"For me, the modern history of the Silver Moon Elves may be like a natural number between 0 and 100, which can be counted naturally from the mouth. Perhaps it is because I have overlooked a fundamental reason. Although everyone lives in the kingdom of elves, But I don’t know much about the modern history of elves, so my dictation and writing on the blackboard in class seem to be retelling this textbook, so now everyone should seriously think about which teaching mode can be faster and better learned this part of knowledge?"

"..."

The elf students in the lecture hall were a little overwhelmed...

Hasn't it always been like this?

How do you say it's about to change?

"I hope that everyone will come with the answer to this question in the next class, and start class now!"

Princess Ophelia opened the history book again, and began to tell about the important historical events on the Eastern Continent during the period when the Elven Dynasty was finally dying.

(End of this chapter)