Path of light

Chapter 47 47.Decision

Several elven guards heard the shouts downstairs and immediately ran downstairs.

The elf guard running at the front was wearing light armor and holding a helmet in his hand. As soon as he ran down, he asked:

"What happened?"

The elf lady went up to him and immediately reported Roy's situation.

At the top of the stairs, several elf guards who had followed the captain down gathered around him. Roy saw the elf guard again...

The patrol captain looked at Roy and listened carefully to the elf lady's report.

After the elf lady recounted the whole incident, the elf patrol captain sat opposite Roy and looked into his eyes:

"...Roy, our guard team currently only has twenty-five elves on patrol. It is impossible for this manpower to capture a 60-meter-long sea ship. Even if they are not on guard, it is completely impossible. Therefore, I It takes time to gather people, and I promise to do everything I can to rescue your companions.”

"Listen, boy, once this incident spreads, it will not be a trivial matter, so if it is your prank, it is not too late to stop now..."

His gaze was like a sharp sword, staring into Roy's eyes.

"Captain, he is the boy who gave us the portrait of the Holy Grail thief last time."

The elf guard interjected from the side.

The patrol captain was slightly startled, obviously a little surprised. He looked at Roy from top to bottom again, and his tone softened a lot:

"It turns out it's you, you're such an unlucky guy!"

Then he said to the elf lady beside him:

"Go find him a towel, as well as hemostatic cream, bandages and a set of clothes. You need to take a shower and treat the wound."

Roy didn't want any hemostatic cream or bandages. He stepped forward and grabbed the elf patrol captain's arm and said:

"They will leave when the tide comes tonight, please hurry."

The patrol captain nodded slightly and shouted:

"Loya, you go notify the garrison stationed north of Walnut Grove and try to convince their regiment leader to send an archer brigade and a swordsman brigade to come over for support."

"Yes, Captain."

"Zias, go to the inner city immediately and report what happened here to the chief!"

"As you command, Captain!"

"Pollini, please gather everyone together. We have to keep an eye on the ship. This time we must resolve the battle in the port."

"Captain, do you want to call back those who are on vacation?"

"Everyone can be called upon."

The elven patrols in the guard team immediately became busy.

Some people ran out and stared at the ship in the harbor, some reported to the Castletown Guard headquarters, and some went to the coast garrison for help.

On the contrary, after getting a pair of pants and a shirt, Roy still held a blanket that was originally spread on the chair.

Rejecting Ms. Elf's offer to help apply hemostatic cream, Roy wrapped himself in a blanket and stood in front of the guard's door. He looked at the row of ships in the deep water area of ​​the pier in the distance. He didn't know what the Naga Killer was doing at the moment. Did the sailor realize that he had escaped...

Once they discover the strange movements of the elf guards, will they guess anything?

Roy felt anxious and worried.

He turned his attention to the east side of the port pier, intending to return the blanket to the elf lady at the front desk, and then go to the temple to deliver the message.

But just as he turned back to the house, he caught sight of the brightly lit manor not far from the east side of the pier.

A bold idea quickly grew in Roy's heart.

He originally wanted to recover a little strength and ran back to the temple to ask for help, but now he changed his mind.

He knew that the manor was deserted all year round.

Since someone is holding a dance party there, it must be a group of elven nobles.

He originally wanted to bandage the wound, but now...he felt it was not the time yet.

I thought that even if I told the High Priest Reed about this matter now, the High Priest would probably be anxious. It would be better if he was a combat priest...

So...it's better to take a gamble.

The elf lady at the front desk found another pair of shoes for Roy.

They were a pair of wooden slippers. Although Roy was a little uncomfortable wearing them, they were better than nothing.

…

There is only one road leading to the manor.

Normally, the elves on the dock can only look at the white castle hidden in the sea of ​​green trees from a distance, and no one will get close to the manor.

This slope leads to a small square next to the pier here.

At this moment, the manor was brightly lit.

Rows of carriages parked in the small square below the castle. Usually some elves living by the sea would walk in this square. Occasionally, there would be bards painting people here, and some holding violins and harps. The accordion elf stood in the square playing music.

Every summer night, as long as it's not rainy, a group of people gather here.

It seems like there was a time when Sabrina was here painting people's portraits.

But later on, I don’t know what happened. I only persisted for a while and then let it go.

Wearing ill-fitting trousers and a shirt, Roy panted and ran to the small square. The place had been completely occupied by the carriages of the elven nobles, and they were parked in rows very neatly.

A group of carriage drivers gathered at the edge of the small square to chat and rest.

There are also people sitting under the tree, holding a leaf between their hands and playing music, with a thin but loud voice.

Roy ran to the square and found that there was actually a group of elf guards riding horses guarding the surroundings. Needless to say, there must be a big shot in the manor.

They all ride white war horses with tufts of feathers on their hooves. The armors they wear are all inlaid with gold threads. They look very majestic from a distance.

Roy walked up the slope, and immediately an elf guard rushed over on horseback to block the way.

"Private manor, idlers, etc. are not allowed to enter!"

The war horse stopped in front of Roy, immediately forcing Roy to stop.

Roy refused to retreat, and the horse's chest almost hit Roy's forehead.

There was only a group of carriage drivers watching the fun in the square, and these elves came over one after another...

An elf guard who looked like a captain came over on horseback, frowned and asked the elf guard:

"What's going on? Don't let him block here all the time. Keep the road here clear."

"Yes, Captain."

The elf guard was scolded by the captain and immediately became anxious. He jumped off his horse and scolded Roy:

"Leave quickly!"

Roy saw the guard captain, ran up quickly, grabbed the reins of the guard captain's horse, and shouted:

"Captain, please wait."

The war horse stamped on the spot several times angrily, shaking its head constantly, trying to break free of the reins from Roy's hands, and almost dragged Roy to the ground.

The captain of the elf guard reached out and patted the war horse's neck gently to calm it down, frowned and asked:

"What's your business?"

The elf guard had already come up and wanted to pull Roy away.

Roy, however, held on to the reins tightly and refused to let go, while saying quickly:

"My companions and I encountered a group of human slave traders on the dock. They caught my companions on the ship. I escaped by chance. Now their ship is on the dock. Can you help me and save my companions? Are you coming back? By the way, I know there are many Naga Sea Tribe imprisoned on the ship!"

The coachmen who were watching around him immediately exploded when they heard what Roy said.

Immediately someone asked loudly: "Where is it?"

Roy pointed to the black sea ship on the pier and said, "That's the one..."

However, the captain of the elf guard was very calm. He stared at Roy's expression, hoping to find some clues on Roy's face.

However, Roy still had wounds on his face, wrists, and ankles that could not be erased.

The captain of the elf guard pondered for a moment before saying:

"I am Denser Simpson, captain of the first squadron of the second battalion of the Seventh Knights of Ophelia. Our duty is to ensure the safety of Her Royal Highness Princess Ophelia. Without the authorization of Her Royal Highness the Princess, we have no right to deal with this matter. thing."

After saying this, he couldn't help but glance at the manor on the cliff not far away.

In the eyes of Squadron Leader Simpson, Roy saw his answer to this matter...

So Roy didn't hesitate much, nor did he think that relying on these indignant coachmen could capture the ship.

He started running uphill towards the castle...

"Watch him..."

Captain Simpson shouted.

Not to stop or catch, but to watch. This is enough to express the squadron leader's position.

Over the years, due to their beautiful appearance, elves and naga have always been the first choice for slave traders to capture. They will transport the captured slaves to the human kingdom by ship.

Although the elves hate this kind of behavior, they can never completely cure it.

Roy ran all the way along the slope, until his throat was about to smoke, before he rushed to the gate of the manor.

Two elven guards rode behind them.

Arriving at the gate of the manor, Roy was stopped again by the elf guard at the door:

"You can't go in!"

…

Wagner Claire and several young elves were sitting in a pavilion in the front yard.

You can also hear beautiful music here, and you can also see the beautiful elves spinning on the dance floor...

No one likes dancing with a young male elf.

Because during the dance, they will appear very reserved.

Sometimes I don’t even know where to put my hands.

Sometimes hugging the girls' waists will leave red fingerprints on the girls' waists. Their bodies will be stiff and their dancing postures will not be graceful. More importantly, the dance steps will occasionally go wrong. Once they step on their feet, it will be really troublesome.

The conversation is not knowledgeable, the chat is not humorous enough, and occasionally he makes very childish remarks.

No one comes here just to entertain children...

So Claire, who had a delicate face, could only sit quietly by the dance floor, chatting with a group of young elves who were also disliked by the girls.

He secretly looked at Princess Ophelia on the dance floor.

The dance is beautiful, and every move can even be called a textbook standard.

She was the center of attention on the dance floor, with a gentle smile always showing on her beautiful face. Claire regretted not signing up for her literature and history class earlier.

At this moment, Claire seemed to hear the crisp sound of horse hooves stepping on the stone ground when the war horse was running...

'Da da da da...'

He turned to look at the gate of the manor.

The fountain is still not far from the gate, but there are lights at the gate of the manor, so you can see what's going on there.

Then he saw a figure appearing at the gate, negotiating something with the elf guard at the gate.

He suddenly became energetic.

He ran up in a hurry at such a late hour, chasing the elf guard behind him. Something must have happened.

Such excitement is worth visiting...

Thinking of this, Claire immediately stood up and ran towards the gate without even saying hello to her friends around her.