Path of Light.

Chapter 921 920. Evans

What Roy got from Weiser was a list of imperial merchant ships entering the port of St. Margaret. Unfortunately, apart from the name of the merchant ship and the captain's information, there were no other detailed information on the list.

Originally, Roy planned to screen out some imperial merchants who were involved in the slave trade from the list.

It now appears that this list does not give Roy any more information.

The imperial merchants have also learned to be smart, and those imperial merchant ships that traffic in half-elves never dock at the port.

These imperial merchants chose merchant ships with clean identities to dock and purchase supplies, and then replenished them for the slave trading merchant ships...

Roy sighed softly holding the list in his hand.

Seeing that Roy was not in a very good mood, Moira came over to sit quietly with him. Roy seemed to want to write down the list on the parchment. Moira was like a lazy orange cat, lying on the other side of the small desk, looking at the sea outside the window.

Roy stuffed the parchment scroll into his waist bag, turned to Moira who had begun to doze off and asked:

"Would you like to go out with me later? I'm going to meet the people from the Adventurer's Guild."

Moira looked at the sky which was about to get completely dark, rubbed her rosy cheeks, and responded without hesitation:
"Okay!"

Sabrina was leaning against the bed, covered with a thin blanket and holding a book in her hands...

"Sabrina, do you want to come with us? It's a rare opportunity for us to come to Port Saint Margaret. If we don't go out for a walk, we don't know when we will come here next time."

Roy asked Sabrina, who was in her nightgown.

Sabrina rejected Roy's proposal decisively without even raising her eyelids:
"I want to move."

Moira nimbly turned over and jumped onto the upper bunk, quickly putting on the light leather armor hanging on the wall, and then tied up her loose hair and fixed it with a hairpin...

He jumped down from the upper bunk, sat beside his sister's bed and put on his long leather boots.

She suddenly transformed from a sweet-looking girl next door into a dashing Darkmoon Elf Ranger.

Most of Moira's physical features are the same as those of the Dark Moon Elves, except for the soft contours of her face, which inherited the characteristics of the Silver Moon Elves...

If you don't look carefully, it would be hard to tell that she is a half-elf when she walks on the street like this.

Moira was almost done packing, and Roy stood up, ready to leave the cabin.

Sabrina then put down the parchment book in her hand and asked Roy:
"By the way, why haven't I seen your little follower these two days?"

Roy said, "Are you asking about Leah? Her sister is also on the ship with the priests of the Knights Templar, so I have been accompanying her sister these days. After all, we are on the ship and there is no danger..."

As he said this, he was about to open the cabin door and walk out.

"Then wait for me, I'll go with you."

Sabrina, in her pajamas, lifted the blanket and stepped barefoot on the floor. She was only wearing a cool nightgown. She had just taken a shower and her hair was not dry yet.

At this time, he picked up a roll of bandage from the cabinet beside the bed and quickly wrapped it around his arms, shoulders, knees and other parts.

She did this because some parts of the full-coverage magic rune construct did not quite match her body. By wrapping it with some bandages, she could make the magic rune construct fit completely against her body.

Finally, she put on a pair of all-metal boots. Although she was wearing a scarlet cape, the smell of armor on her body was still too strong...

Sabrina took the Serruki sword off the shelf and led the way through the door into the hallway.

"Sabrina, I heard from Wezel that it's still quite safe here in Port Saint Margaret at night. You don't need to go out on the street wearing heavy armor." Roy reminded her.

"Stop talking so much and go!"

Sabrina walked out of the deck, looked at the dim environment outside, got off the boat along the sampan, and came to the dock.

She is tall, at least a head taller than the Darkmoon elves.

Standing on the dock, she stood out like a crane among chickens. Even if she wanted to keep a low profile, it was impossible...

However, Moira mixed in with the elves and could easily integrate into the group of Dark Moon elves.

Roy didn't want to stand on the dock and be watched by the Dark Moon Elves, so he found a carriage on the dock, gave the coachman two kolers, and told him an address. The coachman then raised his whip and drove the carriage away from the dock.

Roy discovered that there seemed to be no distinction between day and night in Port Saint Margaret. It was now completely dark, but in the streets of Port Margaret, those giant glowing mushrooms provided some light to the city.

This is a place where there is no sunlight all year round. Now the dense tree canopy above has turned completely dark. Instead, there is some light on both sides of the street, giving St. Margaret's Port another unique charm.

During the day, Roy could see some beautiful Dark Moon elves on the street.

At night, more Dark Moon Elves came out of their homes, and the entire street was filled with various stalls. Both sides of the street were bustling with people...

There are also some glowing little insects flying around in the jungle. They look like fireflies, but they have beautiful wings like butterflies.

The carriage passed through three streets and made many turns on the streets of Port Sainte-Margaret before finally stopping at the edge of the gathering area. There were even a lot of weeds and ferns growing on both sides of the road here, and many of the giant trees on both sides of the road were not built into houses.

The carriage stopped in front of a big tree, which was transformed into a building by the Dark Moon Elves. The words "Adventurer's Home" were clearly written on the plaque at the door.

Moira and Sabrina followed Roy out of the carriage. Roy stood at the door and looked at the plaque for a while, then walked into the huge tree house with Sabrina and Moira...

For the elves, this is a real tree house.

They hollowed out the inside of the huge tree trunk and decorated it to make a livable tree house...

This tree house looks very old, and the wooden steps at the door have some gaps due to being worn out.

Pushing open the wooden door, there were actually quite a few elves in the house...

The wheat-skinned Dark Moon Elves, the cold-white Silver Moon Elves, the pink-white-skinned Wood Elves, and the half-blood elves with characteristics of elves from all races, all sat together drinking and chatting. Almost all the elves here were adventurers. They gathered in Saint Magli Port, obviously to adventure in the depths of the Evernight Forest.

This vast and secretive Black Forest attracts many adventure groups from the elven world every year.

Before Roy entered the room, he had not expected the house to be so lively.

There is a small stage against the wall opposite. Two elf beauties are standing on the stage, twisting their slender waists and dancing to soothing music.

The wall on the other side is made into a large wine cabinet, which is filled with various wine bottles.

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol...

Roy walked straight to the bar with Moira and Sabrina, took out a few Kohler coins from his pocket, and threw them directly to the bartender inside the bar. The bartender immediately placed three clean cups in front of Roy and the other two and asked, "What would you like to order?"

The bartender smiled kindly.

A customer nearby pushed his empty glass to the bartender, who quickly refilled the glass and put a coaster under it.

Roy held the bar with both hands and said to the bartender:

"I'm here to see Mrs. Evans. Is she here?"

The bartender glanced at Moira and Sabrina with some regret. It was a pity that they were not here to drink, or even if they were, they would not sit in front of the bar.

He pointed to the stairs with some disappointment and said to Roy:
"You're looking for the boss lady! She's upstairs. You can see her on the second floor."

Following what the bartender said, Roy and the other two went up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor was actually a small but very private casino with only a large gambling table. A large group of elf adventurers gathered around the gambling table. Elves of various races were crowded together at this moment. Roy even saw a few excited Silver Moon elves among them.

A beautiful Darkmoon Elf sat at the center of the gambling table, pushing a stack of chips to a greasy-faced Wood Elf.

Casinos were rare in the Silvermoon Elf Kingdom. At least Roy had never heard of any casinos in Castletown.

Of course, maybe Roy doesn’t have access to these things...so he doesn’t know.

There were two Dark Moon Elves standing at the door of the room. When they saw Roy and his two female companions coming to the second floor, they asked tentatively:

"Do you guys want to play a couple of rounds? Do you know the rules here?"

Roy said directly: "I'm here to see Mrs. Evans."

The two Darkmoon Elves looked at each other, and one of them walked into the room and whispered something in the ear of the beautiful Darkmoon Elf. The beautiful Darkmoon Elf immediately put down the dice in her hand and looked towards the door.

Her eyes were as clear as ice crystals. When Roy looked into her eyes, he felt a chill running through his heart...

The beautiful Dark Moon Elf had a faint smile on her lips. She stood up from her seat and said to a Dark Moon Elf woman behind her:
"Ruth, you deal the cards. I have some guests to entertain."

After saying that, she walked out with her slender waist twisted, stood in front of Roy, looked him up and down, and said in a soft Elvish language:

"I am Evans, what do you want from me?"

Roy quickly introduced himself: "Mrs. Evans, my name is Roy, and Mrs. Nancy introduced me here..."

Before Roy could finish, he was interrupted by Mrs. Evans.

"Come with me!"

Mrs. Evans did not take Roy to the first floor, but continued up the stairs to the third floor.

Mrs. Evans pushed the door open and walked into a separate room. The room did not look very big. There were three sets of sofas in it and an open terrace on the opposite side. From the terrace, one could just see the performance on the stage on the first floor.

"any drinks?"

Mrs. Evans asked Roy to sit down.

Roy said, "Lemon tea."

Madam Evans said to the Dark Moon Elf maid behind her: "Send some lemon tea to these guests from the Silver Moon Elf Kingdom..."

Every look and every movement of hers makes people feel very comfortable.

The proprietress, Mrs. Evans, sat on the sofa and looked at Roy seriously before saying:

"Are you Boss Roy? You are as young as the rumors say. I received Teacher Nancy's letter. I know what you want to know. It just so happens that I have been collecting information in this area recently."

She took out a pile of documents from under the table, pushed them in front of Roy, and said:

"There are a total of seventy-one slave ships passing through the sea outside Port Saint Margaret this month."

"so much?"

Although Roy was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the number reported by the proprietress Evans.

Mrs. Evans nodded and said seriously:

"These are just the slave ships that passed by the port of St. Margaret. If those slave ships went north from other waters, I might not receive any news. Of course, this possibility cannot be ruled out now."

She stared at Roy and said:
"Already, nearly a hundred adventure groups have sailed north to rescue the half-blood elves. However, their ships are too old and it is difficult for them to catch up with the large sailing ships. In addition, these adventure groups are unable to determine the exact location of the imperial merchant ships."

She saw Roy lowering his head in thought while taking out an old map from the cabinet behind him.

"The Mensa Strait is a general term for the coastal area on the west coast of the Mensa Plain of the Orc Tribe. The length of this coastline is almost the same as the west coast of the Elven Continent. If an imperial merchant ship wants to pass through the Mensa Strait, it is estimated that it will take at least three months to sail on the sea. What we can confirm now is that a slave merchant ship passed through Saint Margaret's Port about a month and a half ago."

After that, she spread out a sea chart and said:
"This is a nautical chart of the Mensa Strait. There is an archipelago here, which is usually the transit point for imperial merchant ships in the Mensa Strait. It takes about two weeks to take a ship from St. Margaret's Port."

"If you want to hunt down those imperial merchant ships, it's best to set up an ambush near this archipelago. Don't get too close to the northern waters, because the Mensa Strait has always been controlled by the Gray Dwarf Northern Fleet. The further north you go, the easier it is to encounter the Gray Dwarf fleet..."

Listening to Mrs. Evans's warning, Roy nodded repeatedly and said:

"I see."

Mrs. Evans saw that Roy was not as impetuous as other young elves, so she whispered to him:

"I have a man here who is very familiar with the Mensa Strait. He is an excellent guide and has been working for the Imperial merchant ships in recent years. This time we discovered that the Imperial merchant ships were trafficking slaves for the gray dwarves. He was also the first to discover it. However, he is a half-orc. If you need a guide for the Mensa Strait, I can let him lead the way for you. If not, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Orcs?" Roy asked in surprise.

For a long time, the elves of the Elf Continent and the orcs of the Mensa Plains have been hostile to each other.

Can a half-orc really survive in the elf world? Roy couldn't help but wonder.

"Ah."

Madam Evans instructed the Silver Moon Elf at the door:

"Go call Sayil and tell him I'm looking for him!"

(End of this chapter)