Path of Light.

Chapter 47 47. Decision
Several elf patrols heard the shouts from downstairs, and immediately ran down from upstairs.

The elf patrol who ran at the front was wearing light armor, holding a helmet in his hand, and asked immediately after running down:

"What happened?"

Ms. Elf went up to meet him and immediately reported Roy's situation.

At the top of the stairs, several elf guards who ran down with the captain surrounded them, and Roy saw the elf guard again...

The captain of the patrol looked at Roy while listening carefully to the report of the elf lady.

After the elf lady recounted the whole thing, the elf patrol captain sat opposite Roy and looked into his eyes:

"...Roy, our guard team currently only has 25 elves patrolling. It is impossible for this manpower to capture a 60-meter-long sea ship. Manpower, I promise to do everything in my power to rescue your companion."

"Listen, boy, once the news spreads this time, it's not a trivial matter, so if it's your prank, it's too late to stop now..."

His gaze was like a sharp sword, fixed on Roy's eyes.

"Captain, he is the kid who sent us the portrait of the thief who stole the Holy Grail last time."

The elf patrol interjected from the side.

The captain of the patrol was slightly taken aback, obviously a little surprised, and looked at Roy from top to bottom again, and his tone eased a lot:
"It turned out to be you, you really are an unlucky fellow!"

Then he said to the elf lady beside him:

"Go find him a towel, hemostatic cream, bandages and a set of clothes. You need to take a shower and treat the wound."

Roy didn't want any hemostatic cream and bandages. He stepped forward and grabbed the arm of the captain of the elf patrol, and said:

"They will leave the port when the tide comes tonight, please hurry up."

The captain of the patrol nodded slightly, and shouted:
"Loya, go and inform the garrison stationed in the north of the walnut forest, and find a way to convince their commander to send a brigade of archers and a brigade of swordsmen to come over to support them."

"Yes, Captain."

"Zias, you go to the inner city immediately and report what happened here to the chief!"

"Yes, Captain!"

"Pollini, you gather everyone together, we have to keep an eye on that ship, this time we must resolve the battle in the port."

"Captain, do you want to call back those who are on vacation?"

"Everyone can be called."

The elf patrols in the guard immediately became busy.

Some ran out to stare at the ship in the port, some reported to Castletown Uptown Guard Headquarters, some went to the coast garrison for help.

On the contrary, after Roy got a pair of pants and a shirt, he was still holding a blanket that was originally spread on the chair.

Rejecting the kindness of the elf lady to help apply hemostatic ointment, Roy stood in front of the gate of the guard wrapped in a blanket, looking at the row of sea boats in the deep water area of ​​the pier in the distance, not knowing what the Naga killer was doing at the moment. Have the sailors found themselves out of...

Once they discover the changes of the elf patrols, will they guess anything?
Roy was anxious and worried.

He turned his gaze to the east side of the port pier, intending to return the blanket to the elf lady at the front desk, and then go to the temple to deliver the letter.

But when he turned back to the house, he saw the brightly lit manor not far from the east side of the pier.

A bold idea quickly grew in Roy's heart.

He originally wanted to recover a little strength and ran back to the temple for help, but now he changed his mind.

He knew that the manor was empty all the year round.

Since someone held a dance there, it must be a group of elf nobles.

He wanted to bandage the wound, but now... he didn't think it was the time.

Thinking that even if I tell the priest Reid about this matter now, the priest may only be in a hurry. If only he were a combat priest...

So... it's better to take a gamble.

The elf lady at the front desk found another pair of shoes for Roy.

It was a pair of wooden slippers. Although Roy was a little uncomfortable wearing them, it was better than nothing.

……

There is only one road to the manor.

Normally, the elves on the pier can only look at the white castle hidden in the sea of ​​green trees from a distance, and no one will approach the manor.

This sloping road is connected to a small square next to the pier.

At this moment, the lights in the manor are bright.

Rows of carriages are parked in the small square below the castle. Usually, some elves living by the sea will walk in this square. Occasionally, bards will draw portraits here, and some hold violins, harps, The accordion elf stands on the square and plays music.

Every summer night, as long as it is not rainy, a group of people gather here.

It seems like there was a time when Sabrina was still here for portraits.

It's just that I didn't know what was going on later, and I only persisted for a while and nothing happened.

Roy wore trousers and a shirt that didn't fit well, and ran out of breath to the small square, which had been completely occupied by the carriages of the elf nobles, and the rows were parked very neatly.

A group of coachmen gathered on the edge of the small square to chat and rest.

There are also people sitting under the tree, playing a tune with a leaf between their hands, with a thin and loud voice.

When Roy ran to the square, he found that there was actually a group of elf guards riding horses guarding the surroundings. Needless to say, there must be a big man in the manor.

They all rode white war horses with a tuft of feathers on their hooves, and the armors they wore were all inlaid with gold threads, making them look majestic from a distance.

Roy walked up the slope, and immediately an elf guard rode over to block the way.

"Private estates, idlers, etc., are forbidden to enter!"

The war horse stopped in front of Roy, and immediately forced Roy to stop.

Roy refused to back down, and the horse's chest almost touched Roy's forehead.

There are only a group of coachmen watching the excitement in the square, and these elves are coming here one after another...

An elf guard who looked like a captain came over on horseback, frowning and asked the elf guard:

"What's going on? Don't let him keep blocking here, keep the road here clear."

"Yes, Captain."

The elf guard was reprimanded by the captain, and immediately became a little anxious. He jumped off the horse and scolded Roy:
"Get out of here!"

Roy saw the guard captain, ran up quickly, stepped forward and grabbed the reins of the guard captain's horse, and shouted:
"Captain, please wait a moment."

The war horse stomped violently on the spot a few times, and kept shaking its head, trying to break the rein out of Roy's hands, almost dragging Roy to the ground.

The captain of the elf guard stretched out his hand and patted the horse's neck to calm down its emotions. He frowned and asked:
"What's your business?"

The elf guard had already come up, trying to pull Roy away.

Roy, however, held on to the rein tightly and did not let go, and said quickly:

"My companion and I encountered a group of human slave traders on the pier. They captured my companion on the boat. I escaped by chance. Now their boat is on the pier. Can you help me save my companion? Are you coming back? By the way, I know that there are many Naga Sea Clan imprisoned on the boat!"

The coachman who was watching around heard what Roy said, and immediately exploded.

Immediately someone asked loudly, "Where is it?"

Roy pointed to the big black ship on the pier and said, "That's the one..."

On the contrary, the elf guard captain was very calm. He stared at Roy's expression, hoping to find some clues from Roy's face.

However, Roy still has wounds on his face, wrists, and ankles that cannot be erased.

The captain of the elf guard pondered for a moment before saying:
"I am Denzel Simpson, Captain of the First Squadron of the Second Battalion of the Seventh Knights of Ophelia. Our duty is to ensure the safety of Her Royal Highness Princess Ophelia. Without the order of Her Royal Highness, we have no right to deal with this matter." thing."

After saying this, he couldn't help but glanced at the manor on the cliff not far away.

From the eyes of squadron leader Simpson, Roy saw his answer to this matter...

So Roy didn't hesitate too much, nor did he think that relying on these outraged coachmen to capture the ship.

He started running uphill towards the castle...

"Look at him..."

Squadron Captain Simpson shouted.

Not to stop, not to seize, but to watch, this is enough to show the squadron leader's position.

Over the years, elves and Naga have always been the first choice for slave traders because of their beautiful appearance. They will transport the captured slaves to the human kingdom.

Although the elves hate this kind of behavior, they still can't completely cure it.

Roy ran wildly along the slope, until his throat was about to burst into smoke, before rushing to the gate of the manor.

Two elf guards followed on horseback.

When he came to the gate of the manor, Roy was stopped by the elf guards at the gate again:

"You can't go in!"

……

Wagner Claire and several young elves were sitting in a gazebo in the vestibule.

You can also hear beautiful music here, and you can also see beautiful elves spinning on the dance floor...

Nobody likes dancing with young male elves.

Because in the process of dancing, they will appear very stiff.

Sometimes I don't even know where to put my hands.

Sometimes hugging the waist will pinch the girls' slender waist with red finger marks. The body is stiff and the dancing posture is not graceful. What's more, the dance steps will occasionally make mistakes. Once the feet are stepped on, it will be a real trouble.

The conversation is not learned, the chat is not humorous enough, and occasionally speaks very childish things.

No one is here to coax children...

So Claire, with a pretty face, could only sit quietly by the dance floor, chatting with a group of young elves who were also rejected by the girls.

He peeked at Princess Ophelia on the dance floor.

The dance is beautiful, and every movement can even be called a textbook-like standard.

She was the focus of everyone's eyes on the dance floor, with a gentle smile on her beautiful face. Claire regretted not signing up for her literature and history class earlier.

At this moment, Claire seemed to hear the crisp sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the stone floor when the horse was running...

'Da da da da...'

He turned to look at the gate of the manor.

The fountain is not too far away from the gate, but there is a light at the gate of the manor, so you can see the situation over there.

So he saw a figure appearing at the gate, negotiating something with the elf guard at the gate.

He regained his spirits all of a sudden.

It was so late, but he ran up in a hurry, chasing after the elf guards, something must have happened.

Such excitement is worth a visit...

Thinking of this, Claire stood up immediately, and ran towards the gate without even saying hello to his friends.

(End of this chapter)