Jefferson struggled to his feet.

He has some fighting skills, and when he struggled, he pulled out the long dagger in his boot.

Roy guessed that he must have the blood of the Dark Moon Elves, and he struck with a ruthless and fast shot, and the angle was extremely tricky, and the moment the dagger flipped between his wrists, he easily pierced the soft leather waistcoat in the left rib of the crew member, and plunged through the edge of the eleventh rib.

The crew didn't expect this drunk elf to be so ruthless, and when he reacted, he only felt a tingling pain in the pleural septum, and even breathing was a little difficult.

Fighting through the pain, he grabbed the handle of the long dagger and tried to kick Jefferson away.

By this time, Jefferson had pulled out his blood-stained dagger and rolled backwards rapidly, ready to jump into the dense bushes below along the railing of the suspended terrace.

The crew's bloodied hand had also been severed by the sharp dagger, but his palm was still pressed against the bloody wound.

The rest of the crew found out about the fight and immediately gathered around Jefferson.

Seeing that their own crew members were stabbed in the bloody hole by the drunken elf, these crew members were not so calm.

With a few shouts, the crew was filled with a clearly visible fighting spirit, and they rushed towards Jefferson almost simultaneously.

Although Jefferson stretched out his hand well, there were more than a dozen members of the crew, and they cooperated with each other very tacitly, and when they pounced, they blocked almost all of Jefferson's retreat, and some people rushed to the railing first......

The battle was over as soon as it began.

The four crew members pounced on Jefferson at the same time, pressed him to the terrace floor, grabbed the messy curls on Jefferson's head, lifted it up sharply, and slammed it into the floor again, causing Jefferson's head to bleed and his limbs that were still struggling became weak.

Surrounded by a dozen crew members, they dragged Jefferson to the alley behind the tavern.

The blood that flowed from Jefferson's head poured onto the floor, forming an intermittent line.

Roy, like the waitress in the tavern, was about to stupefie, and the owner of the bar ran out of the wooden hut full of barrels.

Benjamin the Magician crouched beside the crew member lying on the ground, chanting a short incantation as he unfolded a magic scroll.

A glow fell, and the expression on the crew's face became even more painful.

"What a hassle!"

Benjamin muttered, and with a look of regret, he poured a reddish potion into the crew's mouth.

This magical magic potion Roy had seen in Mrs. Winnie's apothecary......

The strong crew walked out quickly from the back of the tavern, and he quickly said two words to Benjamin in imperial Chinese, Benjamin was also stunned, quickly asked, and then began to help the crew member lying on the ground to bandage his wounds.

They moved quickly, and they didn't have time to deal with Roy on the sidelines.

The crew members who came back from behind all had gloomy faces, and some even stared at Roy, the tavern owner and the waitress with unkind eyes.

When the crew members in the back alley returned, they did not stop in the tavern, but walked briskly towards the tavern gate.

The strong crew member who seemed to be the leader, with the help of the others, picked up the wounded crew member on his back and walked out after them.

There was no one in the tavern to stop them at all......

Benjamin didn't say anything more, just patted Roy on the shoulder as he left, put a stack of Kohler on the table, and took the unfinished bottles of sparkling wine.

He walked at the back, and the crew at the door was clearly waiting for him.

They ran as fast as they could, and instead of going down Brown Street into the city, they followed the stone steps that led from the edge of the tavern to the sea, and into the dense woods.

At this time, the waitress who had the courage to take the opportunity to check on the situation behind the alley let out a scream:

'Ahh ’

Roy has a bit of a big head, and things seem to be getting worse......

……

It was the first time Roy had seen someone use a knife in front of him, and there weren't any intense fight scenes.

Both sides were very ruthless, and it was less than a quarter of an hour from the time the bleeding was shed to the time the crew slipped away.

At this time, it was too late for Roy to leave.

In fact, he couldn't just pat his ass and leave, because the tavern owner and waitress knew him.

Everyone lives on Brown Street, and if they can't name them, they at least meet often.

Jefferson collapsed at the back of the alley of the tavern, his neck wiped by the crew, the blood staining his worn leather armor, his clothes still there, the bloody dagger in his hand, and the money in his pocket, though there weren't a few Kohlers in that pocket.

The tavernkeeper seemed calm, and while he asked Roy to stay, he ran out to find the elven guard of Castletown Harbor.

Roy just saw three elves patrolling over there at the Liberty Temple to deal with the case over there, and then saw three elven guards hurrying here, they were wearing light armor and elven swords on their waists, and they looked very heroic.

Roy thought to himself: these elven rangers are really busy.

But at this time, he didn't dare to complain casually, just honestly sat next to the waitress.

……

The elven patrol begins to confirm Jefferson's identity, and Roy discovers that the tavernkeeper and waitress also know the deceased Jefferson.

Several Elven Patrolmen then began to investigate the cause of the incident:

According to the tavernkeeper's words, touching a little hand is nothing, and Jefferson and Lucy know each other at all, and the reason why the two have some arguments is because Jefferson wants a glass of wine on credit, and the waitress Lucy is worried that she will not admit it and does not want to pay for him.

And those human warriors will fight with Jefferson, just to help Lucy break the siege, but Jefferson's reaction is a little too aggressive, and he moved a knife at the group of human warriors, and someone on the other side fell first.

The enraged humans dragged Jefferson into the back alley for the time being.

Everyone thought that Jefferson would be beaten badly, and then wait for the elven rangers to arrive.

But I didn't expect those human warriors to be very angry, and directly wiped Jefferson's neck......

The tavern owner described the incident very objectively and did not take sides with anyone.

……

Miss Lucy, the waitress of the tavern, looked aggrieved.

Confessing that he and the Dark Moon Elf Jefferson met at an open-air square dance.

On two occasions, when she was tired of dancing, Lucy took Jefferson home for the night, and the elves believed in the affection that came from this brief relationship......

But later Lucy found out that Jefferson didn't have a serious job, and usually took on some shady tasks to make a little money, often spending it when he had money, and tightening his belt and going out to find work when he had no money.

Jefferson has been relatively tight on money these days, and he hasn't paid much attention to him in the past two days.

Supposedly, Jefferson would almost disappear quietly for a few days, and when he had plenty of money, he would reappear with a bouquet of flowers.

But I didn't expect this guy to come to the tavern in the morning, and he sat for a long time, and he didn't leave......

If he hadn't pestered Lucy and wanted Lucy to invite him for another drink, the rest would not have happened.

The elven patrolman who recorded these events looked at the waitress with disdain, and there was no eye contact during the whole process.

……

A fair-faced elf sat across from Roy, with two glasses of water on the table.

The elven patrol had a keen eye and liked to stare into Roy's eyes when he asked questions, and he asked Roy a lot of questions.

Roy answered truthfully.

For example, when the two parties met on the pier, they promised to be their guides......

For example, this group of crew members opened a few rooms in the wooden house hotel before they came to the Linhai Tavern to drink......

Another example is that they came on a five-masted galleon, and they had just disembarked......

The elven patrol held a delicate quill pen and recorded Roy's words verbatim on a blank piece of paper.

"If we have anything, we'll look for you again."

The elven patrol said to Roy with a straight face.

Roy nodded honestly, and after being questioned by the elven guard, he stood aside dejectedly.

In order to find out some news from the outside world, it is really not worth it to be inexplicably involved in such a turmoil.

The Elven Rangers took Jefferson's body.

Elven lives are precious, but the patrolmen will continue to investigate this matter, but now that there are not enough people, they are not in a hurry to track down the murderers.

Of course, no one will admit that it has anything to do with 'Jefferson is a Dark Moon Elf'.

The tavern didn't seem to be affected by this, and before the elven guards left, the waitress began to wipe the blood from the floor with a handful of cloths.

The tavern owner also returned to the tavern's cabin to rest.

The tavern has nothing to lose, the elven guards will track down the murderer based on the existing clues, and no one will pay attention to Roy at all.

Roy saw that there was nothing to do with him, and walked outside the tavern, just in time for a somewhat thin elf to cower and avoid the three elves, holding a package in his arms, and peeking in from the outside.

As he passed Roy, Roy casually glanced at him and saw that he still had a few basil leaves on his pants, as if he had just burrowed through the woods......

His hair was messy, he hadn't washed his hair for a long time, and he was worried that his hair would be curled, so he dipped it in some water and forcibly swiped it off.

Get out of the tavern......

Roy stopped abruptly, and it occurred to him that the only place where the basil tree grew nearby was outside the walls of the Temple of Liberty, and there was nothing else like it.

I saw the man climbing over the wall of the Statue of Liberty in the morning...... Could it be him?