Path of Light.

Chapter 6 6. Disputes
Jefferson struggled to stand up.

He has some fighting skills, and when he was struggling, he pulled out the long dagger from his boots.

Roy guessed that he must have the blood of the Dark Moon Elf. He struck fiercely and quickly, and the angle was extremely tricky. The moment the dagger flipped over between his wrists, it easily pierced the soft leather vest on the left rib of the crew member. , inserted from the edge of the No.11 rib.

The crew member didn't expect that the drunk elf would be so ruthless. When he reacted, he felt a sharp pain in his pleural diaphragm, and it was difficult for him to breathe.

Enduring the severe pain, he grabbed the handle of the long dagger and tried to kick Jefferson away.

At this time, Jefferson had already pulled out the bloody dagger, and his body quickly rolled backwards, preparing to jump along the railing of the suspended terrace and into the dense bushes below.

The crew member's bloody hand had several fingers cut off by the sharp dagger, but his palm was still pressed against the bleeding wound.

When other crew members noticed the struggle here, they immediately surrounded Jefferson.

Seeing that the crew members of their own side were stabbed bloody holes by the drunk elf, these crew members were not so calm.

With a few loud shouts, the crew members were filled with clearly visible grudges, and they rushed towards Jefferson almost at the same time.

Although Jefferson stretched out his hands well, there were more than ten crew members in this group, and they cooperated very well with each other. When they pounced, they almost blocked all Jefferson's escape routes, and some people rushed to the railing first...

The fight is over when it starts.

The four crew members threw themselves on Jefferson at the same time, pressed him firmly on the terrace floor, grabbed the messy curly hair on Jefferson's head, lifted it up suddenly, and slammed into the floor again, causing Jefferson's head to bleed immediately Flowing, the limbs that were still struggling became weak and weak.

Surrounded by a dozen crew members, they dragged Jefferson into an alley behind the tavern.

The blood from Jefferson's head dripped onto the floor in an intermittent line.

Roy, like the waitress in the tavern, was almost frightened by the side, and the owner of the bar also ran out of the wooden house full of wine barrels.

The magician Benjamin squatted beside the crew member lying on the ground, chanting a short incantation while unfolding a magic scroll.

Rays of light poured down, and the expression on the crew member's face became even more painful.

"so troublesome!"

Benjamin muttered something, and poured a bottle of light red potion into the crew member's mouth with a regretful face.

Roy saw this magical potion in Mrs. Winnie's pharmacy...

The strong crew member walked out from behind the tavern. He said a few words to Benjamin in Imperial language. Benjamin was also taken aback, and asked a quick question, and then began to help the crew member lying on the ground bandage the wound.

They moved so quickly that they didn't have time to pay attention to Roy who was on the sidelines.

The crew members who came back one after another had gloomy faces, and some even stared at Roy, the tavern owner and the waitress unkindly.

When the crew members in the back alley returned, none of these crew members stayed in the tavern, but walked quickly towards the tavern gate,

With the help of others, the strong crew member who seemed to be the leader carried the injured crew member on his back, and followed them out.

There was no one in the tavern to stop them...

The magician Benjamin didn't say anything else. Before leaving, he just patted Roy on the shoulder, put a stack of Kohler on the table, and took away the unfinished bottles of sparkling wine.

He walked at the back, and the crew at the door were obviously waiting for him.

They ran very fast, and did not walk along Brown Street into the city, but followed the stone steps extending from the edge of the tavern to the sea, and got into the dense woods.

At this time, the waitress who had the courage to take the opportunity to check the situation behind the alley let out a scream from behind:
'what! '

Roy has a big head, and things seem to be getting worse...

……

This was the first time that Roy had witnessed someone using a knife in front of him, and there was no violent fighting scene.

Both sides were very ruthless, and it took less than a quarter of an hour from the bleeding to the time when the crew slipped away.

At this time, it was too late for Roy to leave.

In fact, he couldn't just pat his ass and leave like this, because both the tavern owner and the waitress knew him.

They all lived on Brown Street, and if they couldn't remember their names, at least they saw each other often.

Jefferson fell behind the alley of the tavern. His neck was wiped by the crew. The blood stained the old leather armor on his body. The clothes on his body were still there, the bloody dagger in his hand was also there, and the money in his pocket was also there. Now, although there are not a few Kohlers in that pocket at all.

The tavern owner seemed very calm. When he asked Roy to stay, he ran out to find the elf patrol of Castleton Harbor.

Roy just saw three elven patrols on the side of the Statue of Liberty handling the case there. At this time, he saw the three elven patrols rushing here. They were wearing light armor and wearing a Wearing an elf long sword, he looks very heroic.

Roy thought to himself: These elf patrols are really busy.

But at this time, he didn't dare to complain casually, but just sat down with the waitress honestly.

……

The Elven Patrol began to confirm Jefferson's identity, and Roy discovered that the tavern owner and waitress also knew the deceased Jefferson.

Then several elf patrols began to investigate the cause of the incident:

According to the owner of the tavern, touching little hands is nothing, and besides, Jefferson and Lucy knew each other at all. The reason why they had some disputes was that Jefferson wanted a glass of wine on credit, and the waitress Lucy was worried that she would not accept the account later. , do not want to pay for him.

And those human fighters would fight Jefferson, they were completely helping Lucy out of the siege, but Jefferson's reaction was a bit extreme, he moved his knife at the group of human fighters, and someone fell down first.

The group of irritated humans dragged Jefferson into the back alley for the time being.

Everyone thought that Jefferson would be beaten up, and then wait for the elf patrols to come,

But I didn't expect that those human fighters were also very stubborn, and directly wiped Jefferson's neck...

The tavern owner described the incident objectively, without favoring anyone.

……

Miss Lucy, the waiter in the tavern, looked aggrieved.

He confessed that he and this dark moon elf Jefferson met at a dance in an open square.

Tired from dancing twice, Lucy took Jefferson home for the night, and the elves all believed in the feelings that came out of this short-term relationship...

But later Lucy found out that Jefferson didn't have any serious job, and he usually took some shady tasks to earn a little money, and often spent it casually when he had money, and tightened his belt and went out to find work when he had no money.

Jefferson's money has been relatively tight these days, and he hasn't paid much attention to him these two days.

Ordinarily, under such circumstances, Jefferson would almost disappear quietly for a few days, and when he had more money, he would reappear holding a bouquet of flowers.

But I didn't expect this guy to come to the tavern in the morning, sit for a long time, and still refuse to leave...

If he hadn't pestered Lucy and wanted Lucy to buy him another drink, the following things would not have happened.

The elf patrol who recorded these things looked at the waitress with contempt, and there was no eye contact during the whole process.

……

A fair-faced elf patrol sat opposite Roy, and there were two glasses of water on the table.

The elf patrol had a sharp eye, and he liked to stare into Roy's eyes when he asked questions. He asked Roy a lot of questions.

Roy answered truthfully.

For example, the two parties met on the pier, and I promised to be their guide...

For example, this group of crew opened a few rooms in the log cabin hotel before going to the Laihai Tavern to drink...

Another example is that they came here on a five-masted sailboat, and they have just disembarked...

The elf patrol held a delicate quill pen, and recorded what Roy said verbatim on a piece of white paper.

"If we have anything, we will come to you again."

The elf patrol said to Roy with a straight face.

Roy nodded honestly, and after being interrogated by the elf patrol, he stood aside dejectedly.

In order to inquire about some news from the outside world, it is really not worthwhile to get involved in such a chaos for no reason.

The elf patrols took Jefferson's body.

The life of the elves is very precious, but the patrols will continue to investigate this matter, but there are not enough manpower now, and they are not in a hurry to track down the murderers.

Of course, no one will admit that this has nothing to do with 'Jefferson is a Dark Moon Elf'.

The tavern didn't seem to be affected by this. Before the elf patrols left, the waitress began to wipe the blood on the floor with a mop.

The tavern owner also went back to rest in the tavern's cabin.

The tavern has nothing to lose, and the elf patrols will track down the murderer based on the existing clues, and no one pays any attention to Roy.

Roy realized that he had nothing to do, so he walked outside the tavern, just in time to see a somewhat thin elf dodging the three elves guarding timidly, with a package in his arms, poking his head from the Step outside and walk in.

When he passed by Roy, Roy glanced casually and saw a few basil leaves on his pants, as if he had just walked through the woods...

His hair was messy, he hadn't washed it for a long time, and he was worried that his hair would become sticky, so he dipped some water and forced it down.

out of the tavern...

Roy stopped abruptly. He suddenly thought that the only place where basil trees grew nearby was outside the walls of the Statue of Liberty, and there were no such things in other places.

I saw the person climbing over the wall of the Statue of Liberty this morning...could it be him.

(End of this chapter)