Roy stared at the Nightblade Leopard speechlessly......

I thought, 'This guy can really get himself in trouble!' If you don't see it, forget it, but now that I'm really gone, I'm sure I'll have nightmares at night. ’

Nightblade Leopard crouched next to him and sniffed the Dark Moon Elf, turning his head to look at Roy with an innocent expression.

He patted his forehead and endured the stench of the drain.

Roy dragged the Darkmoon Elf out of the crack.

Lying down on a flat rock, he pulled out a dagger and cut the bandage on his body, revealing a cut in his right rib and scorch marks from a magical attack.

He was wet, unfastened the buckle of his leather armor, and peeled off the leather armor from his body.

The wound on the abdomen has become infected, and the wound is not only red and swollen, but also ulcerated after being soaked in water.

Roy didn't know if he could get him back, so he had to use the 'Divine Shimmer' to illuminate his surroundings first, and then use the 'Secondary Healing Technique' to heal his wounds.

Under the light of a beam of holy light, the wounds on the Dark Moon Elf's body began to heal slowly, probably due to the inflammation, and the healing effect was extremely slow.

The glow of the 'secondary treatment' completely dissipated......

Roy thought about it, and although he was inevitably a little distressed, he still poured the only bottle of life potion on his body into the Dark Moon Elf.

After drinking the life potion, the Dark Moon Elf's face regained a little blood, and although the breath was still very weak, at least the body began to function normally......

A moment ago, Roy almost thought he was going to see the Moonlight Goddess too.

Roy used a dagger to cut off the festering part of his wound and then re-bandaged it with a bandage. The 'secondary treatment' is performed again to speed up the healing of the wound.

Roy hadn't thought about bringing him back to the Temple of Liberty, and now that the Temple of Liberty was in trouble, the fact that the Moon Elves would rather lie in a gutter than go to the Moon Temple in the city for help already speaks for themselves.

This guy is a nuisance.

After Roy had treated the wounds on the Dark Moon Elf, he used some stones to build a stone bed in the stone crevice next to the drainage canal, and spread some large banana leaves on top of it, and in order to make the stone bed more comfortable, Roy almost cut off the leaves of the banana tree not far away.

With great difficulty, he dragged the Dark Moon Elf back to the stone bed covered with banana leaves, and hid his leather armor under the banana leaves.

After thinking about it, he piled up a few fruits that he carried with him in his satchel.

Only then did he leave the drainage culvert at night.

Roy didn't go home, but walked along the beach towards the pier, the seawall on the side of the drainage culvert was still some distance from Castletown Harbour, about half an hour or so.

Nightblade Leopard didn't run back to the pharmacy alone, but obediently followed Roy and accompanied him to the port docks.

It lay next to the exit of the dock in the shallow water, watching boredly as the elves with buckets and baskets of fish passed by......

A passing half-blood elf fisherman also threw a barang fish with a broken tail in the mouth of the Nightblade Leopard, who ignored the dead fish in front of him, pillowed his head between his two front legs, and squinted at the fishing boats in the shallow waters, ignoring the fisherman.

The elven fisherman found himself bored, so he walked away with the basket on his shoulder.

……

Roy stood in the doorway of the harbor guard, watching as the lights lit up in the hall on the first floor, shining through the curtain onto the stone floor outside......

He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.

The office was still the same, with portraits of wanted criminals hanging on the walls near the side of the staircase.

A uniformed elven guard sat at the back of the front desk, wiping his sword carefully with a tarpaulin.

Roy leaned over and was thinking about how to speak, when the elven patrol suddenly raised his head, saw Roy standing in front of him, and asked:

"Why are you here?"

That's right, it's the elven patrol who frequently encounters Roy on several surveys in a row.

When Roy found out that he had met an acquaintance, his nervousness was immediately relieved, and he smiled at the elven patrolman:

"It's nothing, just passing by, just come in and have a look......"

“……”

The elven patrol glared at Roy speechlessly, trying to get him out with the murderous look in his eyes.

Roy didn't seem to see the unkindness in his eyes at all, and even put his hands on the bar, leaned over to watch him maintain his weapon, and asked as if he was chatting normally:

"What's going on at the port lately?"

The elven patrol wiped the sword with his heart without raising his head, and responded, "No, you are not there...... Lately, even the fish thieves have not been seen. ”

"There are no fugitives to hunt?" Roy asked.

When he asked this, his heart was a little nervous, and he felt that his tone had changed a little.

He worries:

If...... The Guardians are capturing the Darkmoon Elf.

So...... I don't want to talk about the hiding place of the Dark Moon Elves.

The elven patrol put down the long sword in his hand impatiently, frowned, and said, "Except for the Holy Grail in your temple that has not been found, there is nothing else for the time being, you are here to ask the Holy Grail to track the progress, right?" ”

Seeing that Roy didn't defend himself, the Elven Patrol concluded that this was the case.

He rubbed his face vigorously, then raised his head and made a businesslike face at Roy:

"This Holy Grail has left us too few clues, although we are still investigating around, but there has been no useful information recently, you just go back and wait patiently."

"The Holy Grail ......"

Roy suddenly remembered one thing, Master Claire Latin would be baptized with holy water every day!

He guessed that the Holy Grail was probably hidden in the house of Master Claire Latin......

But now Roy looked at the elf patrol in front of him, but he swallowed it into his stomach.

He didn't say it......

Because once he said it, it would be equivalent to a young half-elf suing a silver moon elf nobleman with great prestige in Uptown.

After this kind of thing has been verified, it is better to say that it is true.

Once the evidence is insufficient, it means that he has slandered a Silver Moon Elf nobleman, which is punishable by whipping.

And he will be kicked out of Castletown City after that......

Didn't Belinda want to leave Castletown? Then it is also appropriate to visit Claire Latin Master before leaving, and as her son, it should be barely reasonable to visit Claire Latin.

Roy was thinking about how he would investigate the Holy Grail.

"Hey! Is there something wrong with you? The Elven Patrol asked, staring at Roy with a sharp gaze.

Roy hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No ......"

The elven guard stared at Roy for a moment, and suddenly remembered something, and said to Roy:

"By the way, something really happened recently...... The seafarer who killed Jefferson was caught by the military and will be tried Sunday at the Council of Elders' courtroom. ”

Roy thought what was going on, and when he heard him talk about this, he also said speechlessly: "I already knew this, and I will attend this trial as a witness on Sunday." ”

“……”

The Elven Patrol picked up the tarpaulin on the table again.

Roy left the guard with a sneering expression, and stood on the dock, before the nightblade leopard, which almost blended with the night, shook its swarthy fur, got up from behind the stone pier at the exit of the dock in the shallow water, flicked its tail as long as an iron whip, and walked quietly to Roy's feet with catwalks.

Roy turned his head to glance at the Nightblade Leopard and strode towards Brown Street.

Nightblade Leopard follows Roy's legs, walking like a runway model......

……

Moira thought she could talk to Roy about the story in the jungle of Magala in the evening, but Ms. Belinda had returned from outside early.

Roy came back from outside very late, looking tired when he pushed the door.

Moira walked into the room with some disappointment, threw off the wooden slippers on her feet, bent down and placed them neatly in the doorway, walked back to the room barefoot, and sat quietly on the bed, her hands on her knees, her big eyes full of disappointment.

In fact, she also has something to share with Roy, the group of seamen who killed Jefferson have been captured by the military, and it is said that they will be sent to the mines after trial.

Moira couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment......

When I heard the news, I wasn't too happy, maybe it was more of a relief.

But Roy, the big idiot, came back so late every day, and he seemed to be lazy again since that duel......

……

At breakfast, Roy sat in a chair with his feet on the chair and breadfruit in both hands, looking at Belinda hesitantly.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Ms. Belinda, who wrapped her hair in a silk scarf, wore a leather skirt, and had stone dust on her arm, asked Roy.

Roy took the breadfruit off the front of his mouth, licked his lips, and said cautiously:

"Can you take me with you the next time you visit Master Claire Latin?"

Ms. Belinda looked surprised and asked, "Don't you like painting and stone carving?" Why do you want to meet Claire Latina teacher? He has now fallen into a deep coma and has been confined to bed all day. ”

Roy said with a hippie smile, "I just wanted to see the appearance of Master Claire Latin, after all, he is the most famous artist in Castletown City at the moment......"

Ms. Belinda frowned, and although she felt a little embarrassed, she agreed:

"Alright then, I can't guarantee if I can meet Master Claire Latin, but I can promise to take you with me, I have already submitted my resignation letter to the art gallery yesterday, and I am going to go to the art gallery in the morning to retrieve all my personal belongings, and in the afternoon I will visit Master Claire Latin and say goodbye to him."

Roy's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Then I'll wait for you at the door of the art museum at noon?" ”

Usually Ms. Belinda asked Roy to get in touch with some Silver Moon Elves, especially those famous masters, but Roy hid far away......

I didn't expect to take the initiative to make such a request this time.

Ms. Belinda was relieved and felt more deeply that the child seemed to have really grown up.

"Okay, Roy, do you know the way to the gallery?" Ms. Belinda asked.

"Yes."

Roy replied sharply......

(End of chapter)