Path of light

Chapter 66 67. Diary

This is a small townhouse located in Xiacheng District. Townhouses like this are very common in Xiacheng District.

Almost all of these buildings are built according to the mountain topography, and are distributed in a stepped manner throughout the lower town of Castleton City. In front of the small building 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 against the mountains and most of the roads are sloped, there are drainage culverts on the roadside leading to the Danne River.

On the roads in the lower city, only the main streets have street lights. The narrow stone alley like Amy's house is pitch black.

Occasionally there is a bright light shining in the alley, which is also the light from the residents' homes in the townhouses.

The two mixed-blood elf girls were used to walking this way for a long time. They led the way, and Roy followed behind them.

This small townhouse is only fifteen minutes away from the library. It is considered to be in the downtown area and close to the center of the city. Soon the two of them came to a staircase.

Amy and her companions share a loft here, with a separate staircase leading up...

Roy stood at the top of the stairs and stopped. He hesitated slightly, looked at the smart and capable mixed-blood elf in front of him, and asked:

"Amy, why do you want to help me?"

Amy, who had planned to go upstairs, turned around with a teasing smile on her face and said to Roy:

"That bastard Peleus must have deceived you so hard that he came to you."

Roy lowered his head and looked at his whole body. He didn't feel that he was as miserable as Amy said...

Amy held on to the stair railing, looked at the sea in the distance, and sighed: "If Windsor is still alive, she will help Peleus return the money to you. Now that she is dead, we will do the last thing for her. "

With that said, he and his female companion walked up the stairs, ignoring Roy who was following behind.

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Now that they've all come here, Roy thinks it's better to follow Amy upstairs and take a look.

If there is something you are looking for, take it with you.

If it's just some of Windsor's personal belongings, then just find an excuse like it's not valuable and leave it to them.

The attic is not big, only about 20 square meters, and almost half of the area is deprived of the space above by the sloping ridge.

Two simple beds were placed on the side of the sloping roof. No fire was allowed in the room, and three meals a day had to be bought outside. There was a box of breadfruit in the corner, which was probably their usual rations.

There were several thick books on the only desk. In addition to a candlestick, there were messy pieces of straw paper on the table.

Their clothes were placed on a wooden crossbar, with a basin next to it.

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

After Amy entered the room, she bent over and walked to the bed, groping from the inside of the bed, and asked Roy who was standing at the door:

"Do you know why Windsor lives here with me?"

Roy stood at the door obediently, with no intention of sitting inside or looking around...

Then Amy pulled out 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 without speaking or helping.

Under the candlelight, Amy's skin showed a blue-gray color. Although she was a mixed elf, it was obvious that she had inherited more of the dominant night elf genes.

His eyes were very smart and he was very bold when staring at Roy.

The rattan box was not big and seemed to be very light. Placed in front of Roy, Amy opened the buckle of the box and opened the lid of the box before saying to Roy:

"Because she has spent all her money asking people for information this month to find her brother, so she only has these things left."

The box was very small and contained very little, including an apricot-yellow fine linen dress, a parchment-covered diary and a thin blanket. In addition, there was a wooden comb.

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

Amy nodded.

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

To my dearest sister - Windsor.

The signature below reads 'Peleeus'.

Roy hesitated for a moment, raised the diary in his hand, and asked Amy:

"Can I take this diary?"

Amy had been staring at Roy, and when she saw Roy suddenly asking him, she nodded quickly.

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

He stood up straight and gave Amy a very gentlemanly salute.

"Thank you, Amy..."

Then he retreated from the door of the attic to the gentle platform of the stairs outside, and hurriedly walked downstairs.

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The two mixed-race elf girls in the attic leaned against the ventilation window of the attic and looked down at the alley below.

The best friend watched Roy in the dark alley walk to the big intersection, turn around and disappear into the street.

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

At this time, Amy was already standing next to the basin, preparing to wash her face. When she heard her friend's question, she turned back and raised her eyebrows and said:

"Don't you think he looks familiar?"

My best friend shook her head in confusion.

Amy showed a trace of pride on her face and said:

"He is the new trainee priest from the Temple of Liberty. I can see him every time in these recent gatherings."

My best friend covered her mouth in disbelief. Then she seemed to remember something and said in surprise: "He is the trainee priest who gave us the holy water?"

Amy picked up a towel and wiped the water drops on her face, turned around and walked to her best friend, and asked proudly: "You remember it too? His face is still easy to recognize."

"So you gave all that to him?"

"That's right!" Amy weakly leaned against the ventilation window and whispered: "It's better than leaving it to those useless elves to patrol..."

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

He was about to walk back to Brown Street from downtown, when a long carriage came from uptown, so he immediately changed his mind.

Standing on the street, he waved to the long carriage, and the carriage stopped next to the street.

Roy walked into the car and happened to see Sabrina sitting alone on the wooden chair in the back seat. She was turning her head to look at the street view outside the car window and did not notice Roy getting on the car.

By the time she saw Roy, he had already sat down in the row in front of her.

She leaned over and patted Roy on the shoulder. After Roy turned his head, she asked in a low voice:

"Don't you only study in the academy for one morning?"

If it were in the past, Sabrina would never take the initiative to say hello to Roy. Recently, because Moira has always helped Roy correct his martial arts dismantling moves, Moira would also correct some moves that Roy could not remember. Sabrina pulled him up to the terrace, 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 quit.

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

Roy explained to Sabrina while holding a few books under his arms.

Sabrina's fair face was half demure and half scrupulous, and she said to Roy, who had an indifferent expression: "You seem to have changed a lot than before..."

Roy reached out and touched his face and prevaricated:

"Has it changed? Why don't I feel it?"

Sabrina didn't answer anymore. She turned to look out the window. The night wind blew into the car, blowing her long and smooth golden hair. Her bright and pretty face seemed to be lost in memories, but those memories were not very beautiful, which made her feel sad. Her brows furrowed involuntarily.

All the way downhill, the carriage went very fast.

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When he got home, Roy would practice the martial arts dismantling moves he learned that day as usual.

At night, the sea breeze cools the terrace.

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

Every time she appeared, she would deliberately make some noise so that Roy wouldn't notice...

Moira thought this had something to do with her dark skin color. Once it was night, it was easy to blend in with the shadows.

Sabrina is different, her skin is very white, as white and greasy as ivory, it will glow even at night, and she is also very tall, two heads taller than herself, and those two big Her long legs almost reached her waist.

"I came back so late today..."

Seeing Roy looking towards her, Moira quickly climbed over the railing and stood in 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.

Moira chatted wordlessly while helping Roy correct him.

After hearing that Roy said that he had been recognized by instructor Nora in the elementary martial arts training class, Moira was also happy with him.

While sitting on the terrace to rest, Moira looked at the curtained room next to her and asked Roy:

"Is that Lady Belinda's studio?"

"Well, would you like to see how Ms. Belinda works?"

"Not so good!"

"It's nothing, there are just a lot of random rocks piled 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 becomes brighter.

Ms. Belinda has been getting busier and busier recently for art exhibitions. Occasionally, Roy has to help her clean up the house and wash her dirty skirts and socks.

But Roy rarely entered Ms. Belinda's studio.

There were a lot of messy stones piled on the shelves inside, as well as some carving knives and unfinished carvings.

He and Moira walked into the studio one after another. There was very little room for free movement in the room.

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

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