Path of light

Chapter 272 273. The End of Alves

The carriage stopped at the door of the hotel, and Roy walked out of the carriage first. The hotel, which was usually full every day, became very deserted.

The hotel owner stood at the front desk with a gloomy face, watching Roy and the others walk in from the door. He forced a smile and asked Roy and his group with a smile:

"Guests, how many rooms do you need?"

Miss Christine walked to the front and said to the hotel owner inside the bar: "The Cardiff Adjutant of the Seventeenth Legion has made a reservation for us."

"Yes, Chief Cardiff has reserved two adjacent treehouses for you. Please come with me."

The hotel owner smiled a little bitterly. He originally thought he had a group of guests...

Roy chose the last room. Everyone else was resting in their own rooms. Only the hotel owner opened the door for him.

The window may not have been opened for ventilation in several days. The room was a bit stuffy, and there was a thin layer of dust on the furniture. It seemed that no one had cleaned it during this time.

Roy opened the window and saw that the terrace was still the same, so he said to the hotel owner:

"Last time I came here, there were many waiters in the hotel. Where have they gone now?"

The hotel owner saw that Roy was a half-elf, so he simply started chatting with him: "You must not have been here when the riots broke out in Padstow City a month ago."

"That's true," Roy replied.

"After the riots, the mixed-blood elves in the city were afraid that they would be liquidated, and they ran away one after another..."

The hotel owner complained to Roy in a low voice: "All the waiters in the hotel have also left."

"There is no way. In those days, the streets were full of elf guards catching rebel spies. Even a mixed-blood elf waiter who had been working in the hotel for several years would be questioned by the elf guards almost twice a day. Who didn't run away... Are you still waiting to be caught and thrown into prison by them one day?"

"Then why didn't you leave?" Roy asked curiously.

The hotel owner glanced at Roy and said matter-of-factly: "Everyone in the hotel can run away, but I have nowhere to run. I am a Silver Moon Elf, and I can't go into the jungle like a mixed-blood elf, so I can only stay here." If we continue to run this hotel with almost no guests, we won’t go hungry anyway…”

What was originally a very lively elf city has become what it is now.

The city that took hundreds of years to gradually develop seemed to become empty overnight.

There are abandoned tree houses everywhere in the city. More than 90% of the businesses have been forced to close. The entire city has been completely paralyzed. Now even the fruits and fish needed by the hotel every day have to be purchased by the hotel owner. Change.

The fruit is okay, there are several large orchards on the outskirts of Padstow City, but the fish shipped from Partington Island are collected according to the quota every day.

Roy didn't expect that the incident of the mixed-blood elf rebels would cause such a big fuss, causing this elf city with a history of more than two hundred years to fall into depression overnight.

"What do you want for dinner? You can tell me in advance. If you don't have any special requirements, it's apple pie or fried fish. The drink is lemon tea." The hotel owner saw that Roy was willing to stay in this room and said About dinner.

"Then let's fry the fish!" Roy said.

Padstow City is a city dominated by mixed-blood elves, so the food habits of this city are also more like those of mixed-blood elves. Fish is more popular than fruit.

This is not the same as Castletown.

Although Castletown is a port city, the Silver Moon elves there rarely eat fish, so many young elves in Castletown feel that eating only fruits is a very elegant thing.

…

In the evening, Adjutant Cardiff came to the hotel with a group of elf warriors.

Miss Christine called everyone down. Roy sat on the sofa in the lounge area of ​​the hotel lobby and looked at the elf officer in front of him with a fair face and clear eyes.

It can be seen that he is a well-educated Silver Moon Elf noble, and he is a Silver Pegasus warrior.

The Pegasus with a pair of silver-white wings stood at the door of the hotel, tall and majestic.

"Miss Christine, the search operation will start from tomorrow. The screening will start from the East District first. If there are no problems on your side, I will send a carriage to pick you up at the door of the hotel tomorrow morning." Adjutant Cardiff said.

His bright eyes were always staring at Miss Christine.

"Can."

Miss Christine very skillfully avoided the eyes of Adjutant Cardiff.

Adjutant Cardiff continued:

"In order to ensure your safety, Lord Badwin specially mobilized a team of elf warriors. They live near the tree house where you live. You can call them if you encounter any trouble."

After saying that, a group of Silver Moon Elf warriors walked in from outside the hotel. They happened to be twelve warriors, wearing standard Elf armor. Not only were these armors made of metal, but they were actually engraved with complicated and beautiful patterns. Their waists There is a long sword on his head and a silver shield on his back.

Each elf warrior not only wore silver armor, but also had a helmet and visor on his head. He stood in the hotel lobby with great momentum and majesty.

Miss Christine quickly stood up and nodded to these elf warriors.

A group of Silver Moon Elf warriors all performed military salutes.

"Captain Badwin was worried that you wouldn't be able to get used to the dinner here, so he organized a special dinner..."

This time, Miss Christine interrupted Adjutant Cardiff before he could finish his words: "Adjutant Cardiff, there is no need for dinner, I have already had it here."

Miss Christine saw that the Cardiff adjutant still had no intention of leaving, so she said:

"I took most of the sea journey today and came here through the portal. If there is nothing too important, I want to take a rest first."

Adjutant Cardiff looked at Roy and others sitting around with some embarrassment. He didn't even say hello to them properly.

"Since Miss Christine wants to take a rest first, I will leave first..."

With that said, he stood up, nodded to Miss Christine, turned and left the hotel.

Those elven warriors also lined up to leave...

…

Alves sat on a chair in the middle of the hall with a gloomy face...

He doesn't like the closed-space layout of a treehouse; he prefers to live in a castle built of stone.

This is a manor in the north of Padstow City. Alves spent twenty years building this castle. This castle may not be so majestic, but it has a unique elven charm.

Every building is an exquisite work of art, and every sculpture in the castle has an extraordinary origin.

This hall was named the Hall of Glory by Baron Alves. There was nothing else but this chair on the high platform.

This time he had to admit that he was a little too hasty. In order to swallow up the territory south of Padstow, he spent a large sum of money, not only to purchase the territory, but also partly to persuade the elders. Those members of Parliament spent it.

It was the annexation of land that brought the mixed elves south of Padstow City together.

If it were just these things, it wouldn't trigger a riot among the mixed elves... The worst thing is that the mixed elves slaves locked up in the apple orchard escaped.

Although the slave trade incident was suppressed by Alves in the city of Padstow by various means, the incident spread among the mixed elves' life circles.

Then the first riot of mixed-blood elves in the history of the Partington plane occurred.

Baron Alves decisively fled Padstow City and hid in this castle.

Then the 17th Silver Pegasus Legion of the Elf Continent quickly entered the Partington plane and repelled the mixed-blood elven rebel army.

Thinking that the matter would be settled, Baron Alves even planned to capture a group of mixed-blood elves in the city and sell them secretly to make up for the losses caused by the riot.

But what he never expected was that the 17th Silver Pegasus Legion failed to leave the Partington plane as scheduled...

The second investigation team has yet to show up...

Although Baron Alves is now nominally the consul of Padstow City, Padstow City is currently under the control of the military. All orders issued by him require the consent of the military.

Baron Alves felt like a puppet.

He drank the red wine in the glass angrily and smashed the crystal glass to pieces...

"Congressman Ans Ayer sent someone to deliver a letter."

An attendant said tremblingly from the door.

"Send it in!"

Baron Alves suppressed the anger in his heart and took a letter from the attendant.

He didn't even pick up the paper knife on the side, he tore open the envelope and took out a letter from inside. The content on this piece of paper was very short:

'Dear Consul of Alves, I have been invited by the Royal Music Society of Buenos to attend the Buenos Music Festival in the middle of next month. I will go to Buenos immediately and leave Padesto City. Temporarily relinquish all voting rights of the Council of Elders. Handwritten by Senator Ans Ayre. ’

Baron Alves was so angry that he tore the letter in his hand to pieces.

"A bunch of wolf cubs who are not well-raised, they act like cowards when trouble comes..."

Baron Alves cursed loudly in the Hall of Glory.

Now the Padestow Council of Elders has ceased to exist in name only, and many Silver Moon Elf councilors who do not want to wade into the muddy waters have taken refuge in Buenos.

In addition to controlling the city's guard brigade, Baron Alves now only has a lord army of two thousand elf warriors. This meager force is simply vulnerable to the Silver Pegasus Legion.

When the servant who delivered the message saw Baron Alves furious, he was so frightened that he fled the room.

Baron Alves was left sitting alone in the Hall of Glory.

…

Because there were no business opportunities, a large number of businessmen left Padstow City.

The adventure groups also left here one after another...

The mixed-blood elves were worried that the Silver Moon elves were settling the matter, and half-blood elves were leaving every day.

Unable to buy a ticket for the portal, the mixed elf entered the jungle south of Padstow. Although this jungle currently belongs to Lord Alves' territory, he no longer has the ability to supervise this territory.

It can be said that the Partington plane now seems to be back to the time when the elves first entered the Partington plane.