Path of Light.

Chapter 5
Roy leads the crew down Brown Street...

The port city in the elf world is still quite distinctive. Many buildings are beautifully built, but these houses facing the street cannot see the garden in the back yard.

Even if elves have a yard, they usually don't grow vegetables in the yard.

They like to grow some flowers and plants, and then trim them neatly, at most they plant one or two fruit trees.

Gardening is also an art for elves.

The crew members will always look around at those exquisite buildings curiously, and they will also stare at the elf women non-stop. Whether they are young or those who are old, they will first look at their faces, and then their eyes will follow their necks. Down, chest, slim waist, buttocks...

Occasionally, they would communicate with each other in the imperial language that Roy could not understand.

Maybe it's because of drinking the sap of the world, even if the elf women live to be six or seven hundred years old, they won't look very old. At most, there are some inconspicuous wrinkles on some places on their faces.

For these crew members, they couldn't tell at all that the elf woman who was watering the flowers in front was two hundred years older than his great-great-great-grandmother.

When these crew members heard Roy introduce the street shops, they would become very careful again.

Everyone even stopped for a while in front of the pharmacy at Mrs. Winnie's house at the intersection. The shelves outside the pharmacy were full of flower pots. Inside the flower pots were not those common flowers, but some flowers that Roy could not distinguish. out of the magic herb.

According to Ms. Belinda, the most basic knowledge is for Roy to learn slowly after school.

However, this group of people obviously stayed at the entrance of the pharmacy for a little longer. Although they were already very restrained, Roy could still see the desire in their eyes.

The young wizard introduced himself as Benjamin, and Roy had no way of communicating with the rest of the crew, so he didn't need to know each of their names.

In fact, Roy felt that even the name of the young magician was fake.

Every time he yelled 'Benjamin' the young wizard didn't react so quickly, not in that instinctive way.

In this regard, the magician Benjamin explained to Roy that this was the first time someone called his name in Elvish.

Since this group of crew members are generous, Roy is not going to argue with them.

"I only know that there is a tavern, but I have never been in it."

Roy said to the young magician Benjamin.

The magician Benjamin invited Roy, "Then let's go in and see for a while."

"I know a tavern with a good reputation..." Roy pointed to a semi-open-air tavern at the end of Brown Street.

This is the end of Brown Street. The tavern is built facing the cliff facing the sea. The terrace hangs outside the cliff. It is a very good viewing platform, and half of the terrace is hidden in the shade of trees.

If you want to go to the beach from here, you have to go around the back alley and walk a long stone step.

Elves are good at designing such ingenious buildings, and like to integrate natural scenery into gardens.

This tavern has a great atmosphere. It is a small house that looks very simple. It is filled with various wine utensils, and there is a mixed smell of wine coming from the door.

There were only six tables on the terrace with a view of the sea, and there were no people in the tavern at this time.

The magician Benjamin came to the terrace, leaning on the railing just to see the bustling pier, he said excitedly to Roy:

"Yes, it is such a place. We need a tavern like this to have a few drinks. You may not be able to imagine how boring it is to sail on a ship for a whole year and a half."

Silvermoon elves usually like to drink tree sap, and these alcoholic beverages were brought from the kingdom of Darkmoon elves.

The waiter came over with a wine list full of elven words. It was a dark moon elf with a gray skin. She was obviously timid and kept staring at Roy.

It seemed that among these people, only Roy could give her a sense of security.

Roy had seen her on the street, but he didn't know that she was actually working in this tavern.

After asking clearly that the special drink here is a kind of sparkling wine, and the price is indeed very affordable, the crew was divided into two tables, and each table ordered two bottles of sparkling wine and stronger rum. The appetizers are only some dried fruit and fish, and no other food.

The moment the cork is opened...

There was a sound of 'boo'.

The bubbling golden wine was poured into the cups in front of the crew.

The only waitress in the tavern stood behind the bar, watching the human crew with great curiosity.

This elf looks pretty good, with a touch of oil paint on his lips, and when he sat down by the bar, he didn't have any disgust or contempt in his eyes.

Everyone sat down and drank a glass of sparkling wine, and the conversation obviously increased.

Roy didn't drink.

Because it was strictly forbidden by Ms. Belinda, she didn't even allow Roy to touch the edge of the bar.

In the eyes of Ms. Belinda, Roy is just a child who can only drink the sap of the world tree.

"How did you solve the food problem? I mean when you were sailing at sea." Roy asked curiously.

The magician Benjamin took a sip of his wine and said with a satisfied face:
"What's the matter? Don't you just catch fish in the sea?"

Who doesn't know that fish in the sea can be caught casually... Roy complained in his heart.

"I said, can you eat vegetables on the boat?" Roy continued to ask.

The magician Benjamin suddenly puffed up his chest, his face was full of pride and superiority, and he replied:

"Of course, my life profession is a botanist, and I also need to cultivate some fast-growing vegetables on board. The cabbage and tomatoes I grow on board are not bad."

Roy continued to ask curiously: "What about fresh water? If you can't find islands and ports, what if you run out of fresh water stored on the ship after such a long journey? Do you rely on receiving some rainwater to make a living?"

Benjamin looked at Roy in astonishment, confirmed that he really didn't know, and then explained:
"I thought the elves would be more advanced than us in this respect..."

The magician pressed his waist, and then took out a silver-plated square plate from his arms. He turned the side of the silver-plated square plate covered with engraved patterns upward, and put another one in the groove of the gemstone. The spar flakes, along with the pattern of the square plate, lit up some strange magic lines, and small water droplets condensed from the square plate.

Seeing these small water droplets splashing on the silver-plated metal plate one after another, Roy realized that they were sailing at sea, and they actually relied on magical magic to provide water.

"You have this kind of magic metal plate, so you won't be short of drinking water during the voyage?" Roy asked.

After the magician Benjamin took off the spar sheet, he dried the silver-plated metal plate with a handkerchief very carefully, and then said: "It's not just that, we often rely on it even to take a bath."

Roy felt that these things were so novel, but at the same time, he felt a little lost. This world is really different from his original world!

"How long have you been here?" The magician Benjamin took another sip of his wine.

The sailors next to them chatted on their own. Their voices were a bit loud, which severely disrupted the original quiet atmosphere in the tavern. Fortunately, there was no one in the tavern.

In fact, there is still a drinker sitting in the corner. There is also a rum bottle on the table in front of him. Most of the rum in it has been drunk, and he looks a little drunk, counting with his head down. The few nuts left in the plate looked bored.

Just looking at his side face, Roy felt a little familiar.

"I was born here and have always lived here." Roy said casually.

Benjamin asked enviously, "Did you grow up in the kingdom of elves?"

Roy nodded, not understanding why he had to repeat the question.

"Then have you ever been to Buenos City?" Benjamin asked.

Roy shook his head immediately.

Disappointed, the young magician took another sip of sparkling wine.

……

On the counter of the tavern is a conch that can only hear the song of the siren.

It looks miraculous, but in fact it is a magic crystal hidden inside the conch, and a set of inscriptions are engraved on the magic crystal. This thing is very common here, and Mrs. Winnie, the proprietress of the pharmacy at the intersection of the street, also has one. A little more explosive than this.

The elves who drank in the tavern were very quiet, and few people sat around like this group of seamen, talking loudly.

In the eyes of the elves, this behavior is also a kind of vulgarity.

Roy couldn't help but glanced at the drunk man sitting in the corner. The reason why he noticed him was because he had appeared in Ms. Gillian's yard next door...

Ms. Gillian's favorite thing to do besides selling fish is to date different male elves, and occasionally bring them home for the night.

Roy had seen this drunk-looking elf more than once, and his appearance was a bit special, with a dark complexion. He should be a dark moon elf. Gillian called him 'Jefferson'.

Jefferson was wearing a set of old light leather armor, his hair hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and he looked a little sloppy.

He seemed to be waiting for someone. There was half a glass of rum in front of him, and he never drank it all, taking only a shallow sip each time.

Roy felt that he definitely didn't want to go up to say hello to him at this time...

He was a little drunk, and he kept muttering something in his mouth.

After he drank the last sip of wine, he glanced at the empty wine glass in his hand in a daze, and snapped the fingers of his left hand skillfully.

The young waitress in the tavern quickly walked over with the wine list in hand.

She bent down as much as possible, put the wine list in front of him, and waited for him to choose a wine.

Jefferson, who was drunk, put his arm around the waitress' soft waist, and grabbed the waitress' small hand with the other hand, whispering something in his mouth.

The elf waitress repeatedly shook her head to express her refusal, but Jefferson was still relentless, his hand had already held the wrist of the elf waitress...

"%￥,&...%￥#." (Stop, let go of that girl)

A crew member at the next table said loudly.

He spoke Imperial, and Roy didn't quite understand it.

But then Roy saw the indignation on his face, stood up abruptly, rushed towards the table in the corner, stretched out his hand and pressed Jefferson's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)