The rain stopped, but the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky did not immediately disperse.

At the border between the sky and the sea in the distance, the golden sunlight shone in, and at the same time the sea and clouds stained the golden edges.

Castletown Harbour is also bathed in the setting sun at the moment.

Roy walked down Brown Street, and this time he didn't feel watched, and he didn't stop when he passed the pharmacy......

However, he met Sabrina who came out of the carriage.

The long-legged elf beauty didn't wait for Roy to accompany her, but walked along the street in front.

No one was watching, and Roy didn't want to force himself to Sabrina's side, so he followed from a distance, looking at Sabrina's model-like figure, which was illuminated by the setting sun and made a clear outline, and the figure was stretched out on the road.

The ground of the long street is still wet, the drainage ditch is still full, and a large amount of water flows from the ditch to the sea.

……

Back at home, Roy took a shower, then changed into a dry suit, washed the outfit out, and hung it on a clothesline on the terrace.

Moira hid on the terrace, her forearms propped up to the sound of the terrace railing, quietly watching the sun slowly sink below the surface.

It left Roy with a graceful back.

Ms. Belinda still didn't make it to dinner, and Roy ate a fried horse mackerel alone, and he didn't eat the last two croissants, and the good stuff was left for last.

"Roy, do you have time now?"

When Roy had finished his dinner, he heard Sabrina calling out to him from outside the courtyard wall next door.

He hurriedly walked out of the house.

The two of them had made an appointment to paint the seafarers tonight, at the request of Lady Gillian, for the specific reason that Roy didn't hear clearly, but he felt that it was related to Moira.

"Yes, at your house, or at mine?" Roy replied loudly as he stood in the doorway.

Sabrina's tall figure stood behind a low wall, her hair still wet, and she wore a long loose linen dress.

"Come to my house, I've got three candles...... she said.

"That's good!"

With that, Roy walked towards the low wall, directly over the low wall, and climbed into the courtyard of Lady Gillian's house.

Ms. Gillian was not at home either, and the fish market at the pier had already closed at this time, and she was supposed to be waiting for the fishing boats on the pier.

Roy doesn't usually come here much, and he is still curious about the furnishings in the room.

The house is no different from Roy's house, with a living room, bedroom and kitchen on the first floor and a bedroom and terrace on the second floor.

The bedroom on the first floor is supposed to be Ms. Gillian and Moira and Sabrina on the second floor.

Moira was already waiting in the living room, sitting on a single-seater sofa with an easel covered with a piece of parchment on the drawing board, a dye tray on the coffee table, and a tin bucket filled with water next to the legs of the easel, and a few paintbrushes soaked in the bucket.

When Roy walked in, Moira didn't say hello, she seemed to be staring at the easel in a daze.

She has always been like this, always immersed in her own world.

On the coffee table is a candlestick in the shape of a trident.

Before the candle was inserted, Sabrina invited Roy to sit down on the couch next to the easel, and she sat on the stool in front of the easel, stepping barefoot on the barstool's cross.

Both she and Moira had this faint smell of lilacs, which smelled good.

"I'll draw a portrait of Jefferson first, and you can see how I did it, and then you'll tell me what the seafarers looked like and what they were wearing, preferably in as much detail as possible." Sabrina said coldly to Roy.

Roy hurriedly withdrew his gaze from her chest.

It can't be helped, the linen clearly shows a little outline.

Sabrina had just finished taking a shower, and she thought that it was a loose cloth skirt that could cover it, and she wanted to concentrate on painting, so her eyes were bound to focus on the drawing board.

Apparently she was thinking a little simpler.

"Oil paintings? Not a sketch? ”

Seeing the brushes, oil paints, and color palette, Roy asked.

Sabrina tried to keep her breathing as smooth as she could, and then replied:

"I knew what Jefferson looked like, so I painted it in oil paint, and the seafarers sketched it first, and then revised it, and then I painted it in oil ......paint after it was finally confirmed."

It was the first time Roy had seen Sabrina paint, and the brush in her hand was like a small brush, and she held the palette with one hand, and the brush rubbed in the dye of the palette, and then a large piece of it was smeared on the canvas.

She first applied a thick layer to the background, and she didn't sketch the lines or any outlines at all.

It's just layer after layer of color, and gradually in the stacking of colors, a blurry figure appears little by little.

The figure gradually became clearer, and the colors made him more vivid.

The painting shows Jefferson with a red face, a wine glass in his hand, and some drunkenness in his eyes.

The dark moon elves' gray skin and the shadows in their eyes were clearly drawn.

The dyes on the palette converged, the brushes in Sabrina's hands barely paused, and Jefferson's portrait appeared clearly on the paper.

This kind of live painting gave Roy a strong sensory enjoyment, not the kind of printer-style direct depiction of a clear picture, but more like a high-definition camera constantly focusing, from blurry to clear little by little, and finally leaping on the paper......

Probably seeing Jefferson's portrait became clearer a little bit.

The candle flame in Moira's eyes became blurry under the beating candle flame......

There was some crying in her voice:

"He always said I had the talent to be an Assassin......"

Moira is the kind of petite and delicate elf, her collarbone is very beautiful, and sitting on the sofa to wipe her tears at this time makes people feel even more distressed.

"If he hadn't insisted that you be trained by the Elven Dark Temple, Gillian probably wouldn't have turned against him."

Sabrina sat on the barstool and said with a sigh.

"Sister, do you think I was born to enter the dark temple?" Moira murmured.

"Don't always think nonsense, you are you, we are all working hard for our ideal life, and you should be the same."

Sabrina touched Moira's forehead, and then helped her wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"Are you the same? Roy. Moira looked at Roy with some pity.

"On the premise of filling your stomach, a little ideal is not a bad thing." Roy wiped his nose.

"Okay, stop thinking about that, he walked out of our lives a long time ago."

Sabrina stroked Moira's supple blonde hair with her hand.

Moira nodded, and sat down without saying anything.

Sabrina removed the drawing from the drawing board and spread it on a layer of paper, this time holding a quill covered in ink.

Roy hurriedly began to introduce the clothes and appearance of the crew, and the purpose of his coming here tonight was to describe the appearance and characteristics of the crew members in words.

It has to be said that Sabrina's level of painting is almost masterful, and a pair of eyes can keep changing under his quill pen until Roy feels like it.

It was only when these seafarers were drawn that the atmosphere in the room gradually became relaxed.

Moira's mood gradually calmed down, and she even chatted with Roy:

"Is Elven Academy interesting?"

"It's okay, but I've had a thrilling day, and this morning there was a group of Silver Moon Elves chasing me all over the street." Roy's tone was somewhat exaggerated.

Moira's eyes widened and she asked curiously, "Did you have a conflict with people just after school started?" ”

"I don't want to do this either, in fact, I was involved by a bad friend, and I can't help it!"

Roy said helplessly.

During the chat between the two, there were also various inquiries from Sabrina:

"Is that so?"

Roy immediately began to look at it, trying to make the picture of his memory clearer, and after careful comparison, he said:

"The eyebrows need to be drawn a little heavier, and there is a scar here for him."

"They all have a very strong aura on them, the kind of aura that feels dangerous......

Listening to Roy's description, Sabrina frowned and asked:

"How did you get involved with them?"

In fact, Roy doesn't know how many times he has answered this question.

"I just wanted to inquire about some news from the human world on the other side of the sea, and they wanted me to take them to find a cheap and clean hotel, and finally find a tavern for a drink, but I didn't expect this to happen."

It was in the midst of small talk that Sabrina's second painting was completed.

Not everyone is very much alike, but the seafarers in the painting are retained as if they were sitting in a tavern, at least the characteristics of the main ones are clearly depicted.

If a single person reappeared, it might not be recognizable by the painting, but as long as they were at the same time, Roy was confident that he would be able to tell by the painting......

"Alright, I'll crush them under the box."

Sabrina took the second painting off the board, shook her sour hand and said, this painting is much more difficult than the first.

"It's your turn this time, Roy, who do you want to draw?"

Sabrina asked, spreading out the third sheet of seagrass paper.

This seagrass paper is even a little pale green in color, and it is not easy to preserve, and it is easy to grow hair in the summer when it is very humid......

But it's cheaper!

Roy wasn't going to keep the painting for too long, he was just going to take it to the tavern and show it to the well-informed elves.

So when Sabrina laid out the paper, Roy began to describe the elven thief.

The first time I saw him was at the entrance of the temple, when I happened to see his embarrassed figure, and later saw his face at the door of the Brown Street Tavern:

"He's a thief, a little thin, about the height of a drugstore owner, with messy and greasy hair, slightly sunken eye sockets, light blue eyes, two wrinkles on his forehead, and a right arm that he pinched when he walked......"

Sabrina carefully depicted the elf in Roy's mouth on the drawing paper.

Revisions, revisions, and modifications.

Roy doesn't remember that many details clearly, but the most vivid memories are the oily hair and the right hand with the wrap in it.

As the portrait became clearer, Moira stood beside her and whispered:

"The elf in this portrait looks like Peleus, Roy, do you want to find him?"