In recent times, the Dane River has been so abundant that sometimes it even floods the stone steps along the river.

There have been several recent homicides, and there is even a large slave ship at the port terminal......

Although the garrison near Castleton was dispatched and ended the battle as quickly as possible, it still had a great impact on the inhabitants of the seaside.

Brown Street has been a source of panic lately, and everyone scrutinizes every human seafarer who comes ashore with a wary eye.

The number of elves who go to the beach to play has also decreased significantly, and everyone is worried that the Naga killer will pounce on some dark corner and become the next person to be killed......

So just after nightfall, Brown Street seems quiet, and the occasional elven patrol can be seen.

Roy pushed open the door, and sure enough, Ms. Belinda hadn't returned.

When passing through the fish market, Roy bought two mackerel for two kohlers, which were very cheap, and took them to the kitchen to cut two slices of fish, marinate them in salt for a while, and then make a fire in the kitchen, and when the fire was up, he put the frying pan on the stove.

Waiting for the pan to start emitting faint black smoke, Roy placed two slices of fish full of grease on the frying pan.

'Zila'.

The smell of grease fills the small kitchen.

In Castletown, many of the elves are vegetarians.

They usually eat only fruits, drink honey, and tea.

It's close to the sea, but there is also a large part of the elves who eat fish, and many of them like to eat the meat of the large sea fish, and they have no interest in the smaller fish, they only eat fresh fish.

And a significant number of elves hate the smell of oil smoke, so many houses in Castletown do not have kitchens.

Or simply make the kitchen very small, with some shelves inside, more like a storage room.

If it weren't for Roy's request, I'm afraid Ms. Belinda would not have built a small kitchen at home, and Ms. Belinda rarely went to the kitchen, and her best skills were breadfruit and fruit tea......

So Roy's kitchen is also very simple, with only a stove that is not used every day and a pan.

However, Roy's skill in frying fish has been unanimously recognized by everyone.

Roy has also invited Lady Gillian, Sabrina, and Moira to taste his craft, and has received unanimous praise.

This fresh sea fish is placed in the middle of a frying pan and does not need to be greased when frying, the fat of the fish itself is enough, sprinkled with a little pepper, or squeezed with a little lemon juice......

The enticing scent can waft into the streets.

"I've seen you, come on! I just fried two slices......"

Roy didn't even turn around, and directly divided the two pieces of fish into two plates, and then moved the pan away and placed a kettle on the charcoal that had just been lit for a short time.

Moira poked her head out of the window and peeked into the room.

Although she knew that there was no one else in the house except Roy, she cautiously tested it.

In fact, Roy's friendship with Moira was built on these delicious fried and grilled fish.

And, of course, Mrs. Winnie's Nightblade Leopard.

However, Roy has been busy lately, and the number of feedings has been falling off a cliff, and his friendship with the Nightblade Leopard is about to be untenable......

"It's been rare to get to eat your fried fish lately!"

Moira sat down at the table with light steps, expertly picking up a knife to separate the fish, and then quickly shoved the meat into her mouth.

Roy sat down across from Moira and said casually, "Yes, I have classes at the Elven Academy in the morning and work in the temple in the afternoon, and I am very busy every day......

"Do you want to practice martial arts later?"

"Of course, this time I also brought back a set of chain mail, I plan to try it in armor, and I will have a fight with someone in the gladiatorial arena next week, so I can't lose too badly." Roy said as he looked down and ate the fish.

Moira stared at Roy with round eyes, of course she knew Roy's ability, and said with some concern:

"You've just started practicing martial arts, and you're going to fight with others?"

Roy was also helpless, and said a little speechlessly: "They took the initiative to find it, and they couldn't hide......"

After dinner, the two practiced the martial arts taught by Nora on the terrace, and they had to pass at least the next morning's assessment.

Then Roy put on the chain mail that Claire had sent him and practiced with Moira on the terrace.

Originally, I wanted to use the strong defense ability of chain mail to suppress Moira, who was holding a wooden short sword in her hand.

What Roy didn't expect was that Moira, who had hardly touched a short sword before, had a very unique understanding of the short sword, and every time in adversity, she could use her whimsical moves to defuse Roy's unreasonable attacks.

Her movements are fluid, her backhand is holding the sword, and she is almost always in close quarters with Roy.

Roy was holding a mallet that he couldn't even touch the corner of Moira's clothes......

Obviously, the two of them started trying to learn martial arts at about the same time, but Roy couldn't beat Moira with a set of heavy armor.

In the end, Roy sat on the terrace sweating profusely and gasping for air.

"No wonder Jefferson said you were born for the Dark Temple......"

Roy couldn't help but praise.

Moira grimaced, put down her dagger in her hand, turned and tumbled down the terrace and ran home.

Roy slapped his forehead with his hand......

It seems that the name Jefferson still can't be said, as long as Moira is said, he will be angry.

……

The next morning, when Roy walked out of the street, he saw an elven ranger in leather armor, an inconspicuous dagger stuck in his waist, and a linen cloak standing on the side of the street.

He leaned against the corner of the street, and because of the light mist all around, Roy didn't notice him as he walked past him.

It wasn't until he moved his body that Roy saw that there was a person hidden in the mist in the opposite corner.

He walked to the corner of the street, and Roy thought he was going to ride in a carriage too.

Hold the few books in your arms tighter......

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

Roy glanced at him with a puzzled face, did not answer directly, but carefully examined it for a moment, twisted his head to the side, and decisively refused: "Can't!" ”

Gray-skinned, wearing a suit of tight-fitting leather armor, and a sharp dagger stuck in his waist that could not be seen, as if he was afraid that others would not help but come to him as a Dark Moon Elf.

The Dark Moon Elf didn't expect Roy to refuse so decisively, blocking back all the words he had prepared later......

There was no way, the Dark Moon Elf had no choice but to walk up to the stall owner selling fruit next to him and ask him directly:

"Excuse me...... Is there an elf named Jefferson living in the neighborhood? ”

Roy stole a glance at the Dark Moon Elf.

"You're looking for Jefferson?" The stall owner stared at the Dark Moon Elf and asked with a wary face.

"Yes, I worked with him in the dockyards of Nevernight Harbor, and he told me that his home was in the lower town of Castletown, and that I could visit him when I passed by Castletown......," the Darkmoon Elf said.

'What a clumsy excuse!' Roy couldn't help but look at him again, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The Darkmoon Elf buys a breadfruit at the fruit stand, and the stall owner immediately becomes enthusiastic:

"He's dead, he's dead in a tavern, and I've heard that the killer was a couple of human seamen, and now...... He should be lying in the cemetery in the western suburbs, if you still want to see him, you can go to the cemetery to look for him......"

"He was killed?"

The Darkmoon Elf Ranger said with a speechless expression, he didn't expect anyone to answer.

The stall owner pointed to the end of Brown Street and said casually: "If you want to know the specific details of the death, go down this street to the end and ask the waiter there to get the most detailed information." ”

After hearing this, the Darkmoon Elf Ranger didn't stop here, and walked directly down Brown Street towards the tavern......

A meow for the Silver Alliance (5/100)

(End of chapter)