The whole ship was quite quiet and empty. Her crew and her first mate disembarked on vacation, Aqua explained.

Robert saw the only man still on board, a lonely man mending the sails.

As they walked by, the man looked up, and Robert's eyes widened in alarm when he saw the armor on his body.

"No problem, Belém. Aqua walked over to comfort him. With a wave of her hand, she pointed at Robert and Calamon.

"No problem, customer, money. ”

The man nodded and went back to work.

"Who is he?" Robert asked Aqua in a low voice as they walked back to the cabin to make a conclusion.

"Who?—Belen?" she asked, looking around. "He's the helmsman. I don't know much about him. He came here a few months ago looking for a job.

Let him wipe the deck at first. And then my helmsman was killed - whatever it was.

This guy turned out to be a rare good helmsman, in fact, even better than the previous one. He's a weird guy.

Dumb and never speaks. If he had a choice, he never went ashore. He wrote his name in the logbook for me, otherwise I wouldn't have known that much.

Why ask?" She noted that Robert was observing Belen intently.

Belém is tall and muscular.

At first glance, many people will think that he is a simple middle-aged human.

His hair was gray, his beard was cleanly shaved and wrinkled, and he had turned bronzed from months of work on the ship.

But his eyes were young and clear. His hands were soft and strong, and they belonged to a young man.

Maybe he had elven blood, Robert thought, but that really didn't look out for in his other traits.

"I seem to have seen him somewhere else. Robert muttered to himself. "How are you, Calamon?

"Oh, please!" said the sturdy warrior, "we've seen hundreds of people in the past month, Robert. He couldn't be an audience member for one of our performances. ”

"No!" Robert shook his head. "The first time I saw him, I thought of Stone and New Grand......"

"Hey, I've got a lot of things to do, half-elf," Marquesta said.

"Are you going to kick it in, or are you going to point fingers at a guy who is mending the sails?"

She stepped out of the cabin. Calamon clumsily followed, his weapon making a sound as it collided.

Robert reluctantly followed. He took one last look back and saw that the man was looking at him with a strange eye that seemed to be able to see everything.

"Okay, you guys and the others go back to the hotel. I'm going to buy supplies. As soon as the boat is ready, we will set sail. "It's about four days." ”

"I hope to be able to hurry. Calamon muttered.

"Me too. Robert said heavily. "There are so many damn dragonmen here.

But we have to wait until the tide rises before we can leave the port. Go back to the hostel and let everyone stay in the hostel.

Tell your brother to remember to bring more of the herbs he drinks – we'll be at sea for a long time. I'll be back in a few hours after I get my supplies. “

Robert walks down the crowded streets of Floros. No one gave him a second glance.

He would be happy if the armor could be taken off. It's hot, itchy, and sticky inside, and it's really uncomfortable.

He had been forgetting to return the salute to the dragonmen and goblins passing by. Judging by the esteem that many dragonmen had for his uniforms, he began to notice that the owners of these two uniforms seemed to be of a high rank.

The thought is unsettling. I don't know when, someone will recognize his gun armor.

But he also knew that if he didn't wear armor, he would only be finished. There are more dragons on the streets today than ever before. The tension was extremely high.

Almost all the townspeople stayed at home, and most of the shops were closed, except for the bars. In fact, as he walked past one closed shop after another, he began to worry about where he would go to buy supplies for the voyage.

Robert was pondering the question, looking at the closed doors and windows of a store.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed him by the foot and threw him to the ground.

The impact left him almost breathless. His head slammed into the cobblestone ground, and for a moment Venus was in front of him.

He subconsciously kicked the man who was holding him, but that hand was very strong. He felt himself being slowly dragged into the alley.

He shook his head, trying to sober up and try to see his enemies clearly.

His clothes were torn and smelly, his face was full of sorrow and hatred, and the elf looked down at him, spear in hand.

"Dragonmen!" roared the elf in lingua franca, "you fellows have killed my whole family—my wife, my children!

It's done for them!" the elf raised his spear.

"Shabak!" said Robert, shouting in Elven language, struggling to remove his helmet.

But the elf's sanity was obscured by the flames of vengeance, and he could no longer understand any words. His spear stabbed down.

Suddenly, the elf's eyes widened and he couldn't move. The spear fell from his hand, and a sword pierced his back.

The dying elf let out a terrible howl and collapsed to the pavement.

Robert looked up at his savior in surprise. A dragoon will stand next to the elven corpse.

"I hear you yelling, I see your life in danger, I guess you need help. The dragoon will reach out his gloved hand and lift Robert up.

Robert's mind was full of confusion, and he only knew that he could not be identified, and he took the dragoon's outstretched hand and struggled to his feet.

He lowered his head, thanked the shadows in the alley for covering his face, and then squeezed out a few words of thanks in a hoarse voice.

Then he saw the dragoon's eyes under his mask widen suddenly.

"Robert?"

The half-elf felt a chill run through his body, and the pain was as terrible as an elf's spear.

He couldn't speak, only to watch blankly as the dragoon would take off the blue and gold mask.

"Robert, it's really you!" the dragoon shouted and hugged him.

Robert saw a pair of bright brown eyes and a narrow, charming smile.

"Ella......"

"Well, Robert, you're an officer, and you're under mine. I should have reviewed my troops often!" Ella laughed and hooked his arm. "You're shaking. You've just hit it hard.

Come on, my room is not far away. We drink a glass of wine, bandage the wound, and ...... Let's talk about it. ”

Robert was groggy, but not from the wound on his head;

He asked Ella to lead him out of the alley and onto the sidewalk. It happened so fast.

A minute before he was trying to find a place to buy supplies, and now he was walking down the street holding the hand of a dragoon, who had just saved his life, and who happened to be the woman he had loved for many years.

He glared at her uncontrollably, and Ella knew he was staring at her, looking back with her large eyes hidden beneath soft, curly black lashes.

Faintly shining, the dark blue dragon scale armor suited her perfectly, Robert found himself involuntarily thinking.

It fits snugly and accentuates her slender legs.

Dragonmen swarmed around them, expecting the dragoons to nod and even say hello to them.

But Ella ignored no one and chatted with Robert enthusiastically, as if the two had only been separated for an afternoon, and not for five years.

He couldn't understand what she was saying, his mind still trying to figure out what was going on, and his body was reacting to her approach.

The mask made her hair a little wet, and her hair curled against her forehead and cheeks.

She casually brushed them aside with her hands, a habit she had long ago.

The little gesture brought a lot of memories with it—Robert shook his head, desperately trying to put the world back together, trying to understand what she was saying.

The lives of his friends depend on his current reaction.

"It's really hot under the helmet!" she said. "I don't need that horrible mask to rule over my subordinates, do I?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.

"No—no," Robert stammered, feeling a heat on his face.

"It's still that Robert. She muttered, leaning against him. "You still blush as easily as a child. But you've never been like a normal person, you've never been like ......," she said softly, drawing him closer, wrapping her arms around him, her soft lips pressed against his......

"Ella—" Robert struggled back. "No, not on the street!" he said shyly.

Ella looked at him angrily for a moment, then shrugged and continued to let him hold her hand.

The two continued to walk down the street, and the dragons talked and laughed uncontrollably.

"It's still that Robert. She said again, this time with a soft sigh.

"I don't know why I'm willing to forgive you, any other man who dares to refuse me will die instantly by my sword. Ah, here we are. ”

She walked into the best hotel in Furoshen, Night Breeze.

The inn is built on a cliff overlooking the Ishtar Sea of Blood, with waves crashing against the shore below. The innkeeper walked briskly forward to greet the guests.

"Is my room ready?" Ella asked coldly.

"Alright, Dragoon," the innkeeper bowed.

As they walked up the stairs, the innkeeper preempted her to see if everything was in order.

Ella looked around. Satisfied with everything, she threw her mask on her chair and began to take off her gloves.

Sitting in a chair, she gracefully stretched out one leg.

Although Ella is Robert's beloved, five years have passed and she has completely changed as a person. The purity of the past is gone.

"Don't trust a friend you've been separated for a long time, or you'll regret it. "This is the advice that Rodlis gave him before.

Robert also tried to be vigilant, but seemed to be carried away by Ella's presence.

"She's a dragoon. ”