Path of light

Chapter 120 121. Roy’s request

Roy stared at the Night Saber with a speechless expression...

I thought to myself, ‘This guy can really cause trouble for himself! It would be okay if I didn't see it, but if I really left now, I would probably have nightmares at night. ’

Night Saber squatted next to him and sniffed the Dark Moon Elf, then turned to look at Roy with an innocent look on his face.

I slapped my forehead and endured the stench of the drainage ditch.

Roy dragged the Dark Moon Elf out of the cracks in the rocks.

Let him lie on a flat rock, take out a dagger and cut off the bandage on his body, and find that there is a cut on his right ribs, and there are scorch marks left after being attacked by magic.

His body was wet, so he unbuckled the leather armor and peeled off the leather armor.

The wound on the abdomen has become infected. The wound is not only red and swollen, but also ulcerated after being soaked in water.

Roy didn't know if he could save him, so he could only use the 'Holy Glimmer Technique' to illuminate the surroundings, and then used the 'Secondary Healing Technique' to heal his wounds.

Under the illumination of a beam of holy light, the wounds on the Dark Moon Elf began to slowly recover. Probably due to inflammation, the healing effect was extremely slow.

Wait until the glow of the 'secondary healing technique' completely dissipates...

Roy thought for a moment, and although he couldn't help but feel a little distressed, he still drank the only bottle of life potion in his body to the Dark Moon Elf.

After drinking the life potion, the Dark Moon Elf's face regained a little color. Although his breath was still very weak, at least his body began to function normally...

A moment ago, Roy almost thought he was going to see the Moonlight Goddess.

Roy used a dagger to cut off the ulcerated part of his wound, and then re-bandaged it with a bandage. Use the 'Secondary Healing Technique' again to speed up the healing of the wound.

Roy had never thought of taking him back to the Temple of Liberty. There were already enough troubles in the Temple of Liberty. The Dark Moon Elf would rather lie in the ditch than go to the Temple of the Moon in the city to seek help. It says it all.

This guy is a problem.

After Roy finished treating the wounds on the Dark Moon Elf, he used some stones to build a stone bed in the stone crevice next to the drainage channel, and spread some large banana leaves on top, in order to make the stone bed become To get more comfortable, Roy almost cut off all the leaves of the banana tree not far away.

With great difficulty, he dragged the Dark Moon Elf back to the stone bed covered with banana leaves, and then hid his leather armor under the banana leaves.

After thinking about it, he piled a few fruits that he carried in his bag next to him.

Then he took advantage of the darkness and left the drainage culvert.

Roy did not go home, but walked along the beach towards the pier. The seawall on the drainage culvert was still some distance from Castletown Harbor, and it took about half an hour to walk.

Nightsaber did not run back to the pharmacy alone, but followed Roy obediently and accompanied him to the port terminal.

It was lying next to the exit of the pier in the shallow water area, watching boredly as the elves carrying buckets and fish baskets passed by...

A passing half-blood elf fisherman also threw a balang fish with a broken tail at the mouth of the night saber. The night saber ignored the dead fish in front of him and put his head between his two front legs, squinting. He looked at the fishing boats in the shallow water and ignored the fisherman.

The elf fisherman realized that he was asking for trouble, so he quickly left with the fish basket on his shoulders.

…

Roy stood at the door of the Port Guard, looking at the lights in the hall on the first floor, and the lights shining through the curtains onto the stone floor outside the house...

He hesitated for a while before walking in.

The office is still the same, with portraits of wanted criminals hanging on the wall near the stairs.

A uniformed elf guard was sitting behind the front desk, carefully wiping his sword with an oilcloth.

Roy approached and was thinking about how to speak when the elf guard suddenly raised his head and saw Roy standing in front of him and asked casually:

"How did you come?"

Yes, it was the elf patrol who met Roy frequently during several investigations.

Roy found out that he had met an acquaintance, and his nervousness immediately eased a lot. He smiled at the elf patrol:

"Nothing, I just happened to be passing by, so I came in to take a look..."

"..."

The elf guard stared at Roy speechlessly, trying to invite him out with the murderous look in his eyes.

Roy didn't seem to see the evil look in his eyes at all. He actually put his hands on the bar, leaned over and watched him maintain his weapons, and asked like he usually chatted:

"Has anything happened here at the port recently?"

The elf guard wiped his sword carefully without raising his head, and responded: "No, you're not here...even the fish thieves can't be seen recently."

"Aren't there any fugitives to hunt?" Roy took the opportunity to ask.

When he asked this question, he felt a little nervous, and he felt that his tone had changed a bit.

He worries about:

What if... the guards are arresting the Dark Moon Elf.

So... whether or not I can tell you where the Dark Moon Elves are hiding.

The elf guard put down the long sword in his hand with an impatient look, frowned and said: "Apart from the fact that the Holy Grail in your temple has not been found yet, there is nothing else for the time being. You are here to inquire about the progress of the Holy Grail, right? ?”

Seeing Roy's lack of excuse, the elf patrol concluded that this was the case.

He rubbed his face vigorously, then raised his head and gave Roy a businesslike face:

"This Holy Grail has left us with too few clues. Although we are still investigating, there has been no useful information recently. Just go back and wait patiently."

"Holy Grail..."

Roy suddenly remembered something. Master Claire Latin still receives holy water baptism every day!

He guessed that the Holy Grail might be hidden in the home of Master Clare Latin...

But now Roy looked at the elf patrol in front of him and swallowed the matter in his stomach.

He didn't say...

Because once he said it, it would be equivalent to a young half-elf suing a Silver Moon Elf noble who had a great reputation in the upper city.

After verification, it is easy to say that this kind of thing is true.

If there is insufficient evidence, it means that he has slandered a Silver Moon Elf noble and will be whipped.

And he will be driven out of Castletown later...

Didn't Belinda want to leave Castletown? Then it is appropriate to visit Master Claire Latin before leaving. As her son, it is reasonable to go to visit Master Claire Latin together.

Roy was thinking about how to investigate the Holy Grail.

"Hey! What's the matter with you?" The elf patrol stared at Roy with sharp eyes and asked.

Roy waved his hand quickly and said, "No..."

The elf guard stared at Roy for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and said to Roy:

"By the way, something really happened recently... the sailor who killed Jefferson was caught by the military, and there will be a trial at the Tribunal of the Council of Elders on Sunday."

What did Roy think he was talking about? When he heard him talk about this, he said speechlessly: "I already knew this, and I will attend the trial as a witness on Sunday."

"..."

The elf guard picked up the oilcloth on the table again.

Roy left the guard with a calm expression and stood on the dock. The night saber, which was almost integrated into the night, shook its dark fur violently, climbed up from behind the stone pier at the exit of the dock in the shallow water area, and shook its long It had a tail as long as an iron whip and walked silently to Roy's feet with cat steps.

Roy turned his head and glanced at the Night Saber, then walked towards Brown Street.

Night Saber followed Roy's legs, walking like a catwalk model...

…

Moira thought she could chat with Roy about the stories in the Magala Jungle at night, but unfortunately Ms. Belinda came back from outside very early.

Instead, Roy came back from outside very late, looking tired when he opened the door.

Moira walked into the house with some disappointment, threw off the wooden slippers on her feet, bent down and placed them neatly at the door, walked back to the house barefoot, sat quietly on the bed, hugged her knees with both hands, a pair of smart big His eyes were full of disappointment.

In fact, she also had something to share with Roy. The group of sailors who killed Jefferson were captured by the military, and it was said that they would be sent to the mining area after being tried.

Moira couldn't explain exactly what she was feeling at the moment...

When I heard the news, I wasn't very happy, maybe more of a sense of relief.

But Roy, this big idiot, comes back so late every day. Since that duel, he seems to have become lazy again...

…

During breakfast, Roy sat on a chair, with his feet on the chair's support, holding breadfruit in his hands, and looked at Ms. Belinda hesitantly.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Ms. Belinda wrapped her hair with a silk scarf, wore a leather skirt, and had stone powder on her arms. She asked Roy.

Roy took the breadfruit away from his mouth, licked his lips, and said carefully:

"Could you take me with you next time you go to visit Master Claire Latin?"

Ms. Belinda asked with a surprised look: "Don't you like paintings and stone sculptures? Why do you want to see Teacher Claire Latin? He has fallen into a deep coma and can only lie in bed all day."

Roy said with a playful smile: "I just want to admire Master Claire Latin. After all, he is the most famous artist in Castletown..."

Ms. Belinda frowned. Although she felt a little embarrassed, she still agreed:

"Well, I can't guarantee whether I can see Master Claire Latin, but I can promise to take you with me. Yesterday I submitted my resignation letter to the art museum. In the morning, I was preparing to go to the art museum to retrieve all my personal belongings. , I will visit Master Clare Latin again in the afternoon and say goodbye to him.”

Roy's eyes lit up and he said happily: "Then I'll wait for you at the entrance of the art museum at noon?"

Usually, Ms. Belinda asks Roy to get in touch with more Silver Moon elves, especially those famous masters, but Roy always stays away...

Unexpectedly, he actually made such a request this time.

Ms. Belinda was relieved and felt more deeply that her child seemed to have really grown up.

"Okay, Roy, do you know the way to the art gallery?" Ms. Belinda asked.

"knew."

Roy responded quickly...