Roy walked down Brown Street with the crew......

The port city of the elven world is still quite distinctive, and many of the buildings are very beautifully built, but these houses facing the street cannot see the garden in the back yard.

Even if the elves have a yard, they usually don't grow vegetables in the yard.

They like to raise some flowers and plants, and then prune them neatly, at most one or two fruit trees.

Gardening is also an art for elves.

The crew would always look around curiously at the delicate buildings, and they would keep staring at the elven women, young and old, first at their faces, and then down their necks, chests, waists, buttocks......

Occasionally, they would communicate with each other in the imperial Chinese language that Roy did not understand.

Maybe it's because of drinking the sap of the world, even if the elf woman lives for six or seven hundred years, she won't look very old, at most, there are some more wrinkles on her face that are not too obvious.

To the crew, they couldn't tell that the elven woman in front of them was watering the flowers was two hundred years older than his great-great-great-grandmother.

The crew members would be very careful when they heard Roy introduce the street shop.

They even stopped for a while in front of Mrs. Winnie's apothecary on the street, where the shelves outside the apothecary were full of flower pots, and instead of the usual flowers, Roy couldn't tell the magic herbs.

According to Ms. Belinda, these basic knowledge is something that Roy learns slowly after school.

However, the group had apparently stayed in front of the pharmacy for a little longer, and although they had shown some restraint, Roy could still see the desire in their eyes.

The young magician introduced himself as Benjamin, and Roy had no way to communicate with the rest of the crew, so he didn't need to know the names of each of them.

In fact, even the young magician's name, Roy felt like a fake.

Every time he shouted 'Benjamin,' the young magician's reaction was not so timely, not that instinctive.

In this regard, the wizard Benjamin explained to Roy that this was the first time that someone had called his name in Elven language.

Because of the generosity of this group of crew, Roy was not prepared to deal with them.

"I only know where there is a tavern, and I haven't actually been there."

Roy said to Benjamin, the young magician.

Benjamin, the magician, invited Roy and said, "Then let's go in and see each other later." ”

"I know of a tavern with a good reputation...... Roy said, pointing to a semi-open-air tavern at the end of Brown Street.

This is the end of Brown Street, and the tavern is built facing the cliff face of the sea, and the terrace overhangs the cliff face, which is a great viewing platform, half of the terrace is hidden in the shade of the trees.

If you want to go to the beach from here, you have to go around the back alley and walk a long stone staircase.

The elves are adept at designing such ingenious buildings and love to incorporate natural scenery into their gardens.

This tavern has a lot of atmosphere, it is a very simple looking small house, which is full of all kinds of drinking utensils, and from the door there is a mixed smell of wine.

There were only six tables on the terrace with a view of the sea, and there were no people in the tavern at this time.

Benjamin the Wizard came to the terrace, leaned on the railing just enough to see the lively docks, and said excitedly to Roy:

"Yes, it's the kind of place we need a tavern like this to have a good drink, and you probably can't imagine how boring it is to sail on a ship for a whole year and a half."

The Silver Moon Elves usually like to drink tree sap, and these alcoholic beverages are transported from the Dark Moon Elf Realm.

The waiter walked over with a wine list full of elven words, it was a dark-moon elf with gray skin, she was obviously a little timid, and she kept staring at Roy.

It seems that Roy is the only one of these people who can give her a little security.

Roy had seen her on the street, but didn't know she was actually working in this tavern.

To make sure that the specialty drink here is a kind of sparkling wine, and the price is indeed very affordable, the crew was divided into two tables, each with two bottles of sparkling wine, and stronger rum, as for the appetizers, there are only some dried fruits and dried fish, and nothing else.

The moment the cork is opened......

'Poof'.

The bubbling golden liquor was poured into the cups in front of the crew.

The only waitress in the tavern stood behind the bar, looking curiously at the human crew.

The elf was good-looking, with a faint oil paint on his lips, and when he sat down next to the bar, there was no disgust or disdain in his eyes.

Everyone sat down and drank a glass of sparkling wine, and the topic obviously increased.

Roy didn't drink.

Because it was forbidden by Ms. Belinda, she didn't even allow Roy to touch the side of the bar.

In Ms. Belinda's eyes, Roy was just a child who could only drink the sap of the world.

"How did you solve the food problem? I mean, when you're on the seas. Roy asked curiously.

The magician Benjamin took a sip of wine and said with a satisfied expression:

"What's this, don't you catch fish in the sea?"

Who doesn't know that the fish in the sea are caught casually...... Roy complained in his heart.

"Did you eat vegetables on the ship?" Roy continued to ask.

The magician Benjamin suddenly puffed up his chest, his face full of pride and superiority, and replied:

"Of course, my life profession is a botanist, and I also need to grow some fast-growing vegetables on the ship, and the cabbage and tomatoes I grow on the ship are not bad."

Roy continued to ask curiously, "What about freshwater?" If you can't find an island or a port, what if you run out of fresh water stored on the ship, and make a living by catching some rainwater? ”

Benjamin looked at Roy in amazement and confirmed that he really didn't know, before explaining:

"I thought the elves would be a little more advanced than us in this area......"

The magician molded it around his waist, and then took out a silver-plated square plate from his bosom, and he covered the silver-plated square plate with the engraved pattern side up, and put a spar sheet in the groove of the gem, and as the pattern of the square plate lit up some strange magical lines, small droplets of water condensed from the top of the square plate.

Seeing the small droplets of water spilling on the silver-plated metal plates, Roy realized that they were sailing on the sea, relying on magical magic to provide water.

"You have this magic metal plate, so you won't run out of drinking water during the voyage?" Roy asked.

Benjamin the magician, after removing the spar sheet, carefully dried the silver-plated metal plate with a handkerchief, and then said, "Not only that, but many times we have to rely on it even for bathing." ”

Roy felt that these things were so novel, but at the same time, he was faintly lost, this place was really different from his original world!

"How long have you been here?" Benjamin the Magician took another sip of wine.

The seafarers next to them chatted to themselves, and they talked a little loudly, which seriously ruined the originally quiet atmosphere in the tavern, but fortunately there was no one in the tavern.

In fact, there was still a drinker sitting in the corner, and there was also a rum bottle on the table in front of him, which had been drunk for most of the time, and he looked a little drunk, and he looked a little drunk with his head down and counted the few nuts left on the plate, looking bored.

Just looking at the side of his face, Roy felt a little familiar.

"I was born here, and I've lived here ever since." Roy said casually.

Benjamin asked with envy, "You grew up in the Elven Realm?" ”

Roy nodded, not understanding why he was asking again.

"Have you ever been to Buenos then?" Benjamin asked.

Roy immediately shook his head.

The young magician was a little disappointed, and took another sip of wine.

……

On the counter of the tavern is a conch that can only hear the song of the Siren.

It looks magical, but in fact it is hidden in the conch a magic crystal, and the magic crystal is engraved with a set of inscriptions, which is very common here, and Mrs. Winnie, the proprietress of the pharmacy at the corner of the street, also has one, and the music is a little more energetic than that.

The elves who drank in the tavern were quiet, and few of the seafarers sat around and talked loudly.

In the eyes of the elves, this behavior is also a kind of vulgarity.

Roy couldn't help but glance at the drunk man sitting in the corner, he noticed him entirely because he had been in the courtyard of Lady Gillian next door......

Aside from selling fish, Ms. Gillian's favorite thing to do is to date different male elves, and occasionally take them home for the night.

This drunken-looking elf, Roy had seen him more than once, and his appearance was a bit peculiar, his complexion was somewhat gray, he should be a dark moon elf, and Gillian called him 'Jefferson'.

Jefferson wore a somewhat old, light leather armor and looked a little scruffy with his hair unkempt in a long time.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, and he had half a glass of rum in front of him, and he never drank it all, only taking a shallow sip at a time.

Roy felt that he must not want to walk up to him and say hello to him at this time......

He was a little drunk, and he kept muttering something.

After he drank the last sip of wine, he glanced at the empty wine glass in his hand in a bit of confusion, and snapped his fingers skillfully with the fingers of his left hand.

The young waitress in the tavern hurriedly walked over with the wine list in her hand.

She leaned down as far as she could, placing the wine list in front of him, waiting for him to pick a wine.

The drunken Jefferson put one hand around the waitress's soft waist, grabbed the waitress's small hand with the other, and whispered something in his mouth.

The elf waitress shook her head again and again in refusal, but Jefferson was still unrelenting, and his hand had already grasped the wrist of the elf waitress......

“%￥，&……%￥#。” (Stop, let go of the girl)

A crew member at the next table said loudly.

He spoke imperial Chinese, and Roy didn't understand it very well.

But then Roy saw the indignation on his face, and jerked to his feet, rushed to the corner table, and reached out and pressed Jefferson's shoulder.