Path of Light.

Chapter 66 67. Diary
This is a small townhouse located in the downtown area, and small townhouses like this are very common in the downtown area.

Almost all of these buildings are built according to the mountain, and they are distributed step by step throughout the lower city of Castleton City. In front of the small buildings is a long and narrow alley, which is paved with some stones.

The rainy season in Castleton City is very long. Although these buildings are built on the hills and most of the roads are sloped, there are drainage channels on the roadside leading to the Dane River.

On the roads in the lower city, only the main street has street lights, such as the narrow stone alley in Amy's house, which is dark.

Occasionally, a bright light shines in the alley, which is also the light of the residents of the townhouse.

The two half-breed elf girls had long been accustomed to walking this way. The two of them led the way, and Roy followed behind them.

This small row building is only 15 minutes away from the library, which is considered to be a location in the downtown area close to the center of the city. Soon the two came to a staircase.

Amy and her partner share a loft here, with a separate staircase leading to it...

Roy stopped at the stairs. He hesitated a little. Looking at the shrewd and capable half-blood elf in front of him, he asked:
"Amy, why are you helping me?"

Amy, who was already planning to go upstairs, turned around, with a teasing smile on her face, and said to Roy:
"That bastard Peleus must have fooled you badly, so he bit the bullet and came to the door."

Roy looked down at himself, he didn't think he was as miserable as Amy said...

Amy leaned on the railing of the stairs, looked at the sea in the distance, and sighed: "If Windsor was still alive, she would definitely help Peleus pay back the money to you. Now that she is dead, we will help her with the last thing. "

As he spoke, he walked up the stairs with his female companion, ignoring Roy who was following behind him.

……

Now that they have come here, Roy thinks he should follow Amy upstairs to have a look.

If you have something you're looking for, take it with you.

If it's just some of Windsor's personal belongings, then just find an excuse of being worthless and leave it to them.

The attic is not big, only about [-] square meters, and almost half of the area is deprived of the upper space by the sloping roof.

Two simple beds were laid on the side of the sloping roof. Fires were not allowed in the room, and three meals a day had to be bought outside. There was a box of breadfruit in the corner, probably their usual rations.

On the only desk, there were a few thick books, and besides a candlestick, there were messy papyrus on the desk.

Their clothes are all hung on a wooden rack with a water basin next to it.

The room wasn't too messy, but it wasn't tidy either.

After Amy walked into the room, she bent down and walked to the bed, groped from the inside of the bed, and asked Roy who was standing at the door:
"Know why Windsor lives here with me?"

Roy stood obediently at the door, didn't plan to sit inside, and didn't look around casually...

Then Amy pulled a rattan box from under the bed.

The female companion walked into the room, walked to the desk, lit half of the candle in the candlestick, and sat quietly on the other bed, neither speaking nor helping.

Under the candlelight, Amy's skin was blue-gray. Although she was a half-blood elf, it was obvious that the night elves inherited more dominant genes.

The eyes are very agile, and they are very bold when staring at Roy.

The rattan box is not too big, and it looks very light. When it was placed in front of Roy, Amy opened the buckle of the box directly, and opened the lid of the box, before saying to Roy:
"Because she has already spent all her money out asking people for news this month in order to find her brother, so she only has these things left."

The box was very small, and there was nothing else, a long apricot-yellow fine linen dress, a parchment-covered diary and a thin blanket, in addition to a wooden comb.

"That's all?" Roy flipped through casually and asked Amy.

Amy nodded.

Roy skipped the blanket and skirt, took the diary in his hand, flipped through two pages, and found that there was a crooked line of elf text on the yellowed page:

To my dearest sister - Windsor.

The signature below reads 'Pelius'.

Roy hesitated for a moment, lifted the diary in his hand, and asked Amy:
"Can I take this diary?"

Amy had been staring at Roy the whole time, and seeing Roy suddenly asking him, she nodded quickly.

Roy put the diary, two books from the library, and a textbook under his arm.

He stood up straight and saluted Amy very gentlemanly.

"Thank you, Amy..."

Then he retreated from the door of the attic to the slow platform of the stairs outside, and hurried downstairs.

……

The two half-breed elf girls in the attic leaned against the ventilation window of the attic, looking down at the alley below.

The best friend watched Roy in the dark alley walk to the big crossroads, turned around and disappeared into the street.

She frowned and asked Amy, "Amy, why did you give him those things?"

At this time, Amy was already standing by the basin and was about to wash her face. When she heard her friend's inquiry, she turned her head and raised her eyebrows and said:

"Don't you think he looks familiar?"

The girlfriend shook her head blankly.

Amy showed a smug look on her face, and said:
"He is the new trainee priest from the Temple of Liberty. I can see him every time in the last few gatherings."

The best friend covered her mouth, a little in disbelief, then seemed to remember something, and said in surprise: "Is he the apprentice priest who gave us the holy water?"

Amy picked up a towel and wiped the water droplets on her face, turned around and walked to her best friend, and asked triumphantly, "You remember it too? His face is still very recognizable."

"So you gave him all of that?"

"That's right!" Amy leaned weakly by the ventilation window and whispered, "It's better than handing over to those useless elves to patrol..."

……

Of course, Roy couldn't hear the conversation between Amy and her best friend at this time.

He was about to walk back to Brown Street from the Lower Town, when a coach came up from the Upper Town, and he immediately changed his mind.

Standing on the side of the street, he waved to the long carriage, and the carriage stopped by the side of the street.

Roy walked into the car and happened to see Sabrina sitting alone on the wooden chair in the back row. She was turning her head to look at the street scene outside the car window, and didn't notice that Roy got into the car.

When she saw Roy, Roy had already sat down in the front row of her.

She leaned over, patted Roy on the shoulder, and waited for Roy to turn his head before asking in a low voice:

"Didn't you just study in the academy all morning?"

If it was in the past, Sabrina would never take the initiative to say hello to Roy. Recently, because Moira always helps Roy correct martial arts and dismantle movements, and when encountering some movements that Roy can't remember, Moira will still send them to Roy. Sabrina pulled up to the balcony, which made Roy's martial arts improve by leaps and bounds.

At least in the martial arts training class, Instructor Nora will no longer persuade Roy to dismiss.

"I went to the library today to look up some information."

Roy clasped a few books under his arm and explained to Sabrina.

Sabrina's fair face was three-point demure and seven-point scrutiny, and she said to Roy with a calm expression: "You seem to have changed a lot compared to before..."

Roy reached out and touched his face, prevaricating:
"Has it changed? Why don't I feel it?"

Sabrina didn't answer any more. She turned her head and looked out the window. The night wind blew into the car, blowing her soft and long blond hair. That bright and pretty face seemed to be trapped in memories, but those memories were not very good. Her brows wrinkled involuntarily.

All the way downhill, the carriage went fast.

……

When he got home, Roy had to practice the dismantling movements of the martial arts learned that day as usual.

At night, a gust of sea breeze cools the terrace.

After Roy took a shower, he practiced dismantling on the terrace. Moira was like a timid groundhog, with her hands lying on the outside of Roy's terrace railing, peeping on the terrace.

Every time she appeared, she made some noise on purpose so that Roy wouldn't notice...

Moira thought it had something to do with her dull complexion. Once it was night, it was easy to blend into the shadow.

Sabrina is different, her skin is very white, as white as ivory, even at night it will glow with luster, and she is also very tall, a full two heads taller than her, the two big The long legs almost reached his waist.

"I came back very late today..."

Seeing Roy looking at her, Moira quickly climbed over the railing and stood at the corner of the terrace.

"I went to the library in the afternoon and borrowed two books."

Roy replied, and then began to practice the dismantling movements of elf martial arts.

While helping Roy to correct, Moira chatted without saying a word.

Hearing Roy say that he was approved by Instructor Nora in the elementary martial arts training class, Moira was also happy with him.

While resting on the terrace, Moira looked at the curtained room next to her and asked Roy:
"Is that where Mrs. Belinda's studio is?"

"Well, do you want to go and see how Ms. Belinda works?"

"Not so good!"

"It's nothing, there are a lot of chaotic stones inside..."

Roy stood up, walked to the door and pushed open the wooden door. Because the curtains were drawn, it was dark inside.

Light a candle, and the room suddenly brightens.

For the art exhibition, Ms. Belinda has become more and more busy recently. Occasionally, Roy will help her clean up the house and wash her dirty skirts and socks.

But Roy rarely entered Ms. Belinda's studio.

The shelves inside were littered with stones, along with carving knives and unfinished carvings.

Walking into the studio with Moira one after the other, there was very little room for free movement in the room.

"Oh, so many stones, and so many sculptures...Roy, it seems like when you were a child..."

By candlelight, Moira stood on a row of shelves, pointed to a row of stone carvings and said in surprise.

(End of this chapter)