The carriage stopped at the door of the hotel, and Roy was the first to get out of the carriage, and the hotel, which was almost full every day, became very deserted.

The innkeeper stood at the front desk with a sad face, watched Roy and the others walk in from the door, and barely squeezed out a smile, smiled at Roy and his party and asked:

"Guests, how many rooms do you need?"

Miss Christine walked to the front and said to the innkeeper at the bar, "The Cardiff adjutant of the Seventeenth Regiment has made a reservation for us. ”

"Yes, Chief Cardiff has booked you two adjacent treehouses, please come with me."

The innkeeper smiled a little bitterly, originally thinking that there was a group of guests......

In the last room Roy chose, everyone else rested in their own rooms, and only the innkeeper opened the door for him.

The room may not have been open for ventilation for several days, the room is a little stuffy, and there is a thin layer of dust on the furniture, and it looks like no one has cleaned it during this time.

Roy pushed the window open, and when he saw that the terrace was still the same, he said to the innkeeper:

"The last time I came, there were a lot of waiters in the hotel, where are they all now?"

The innkeeper saw that Roy was a half-elf, so he simply chatted with him: "You must not have been here when there was a riot in Padstow a month ago." ”

"That's true." Roy replied.

"After the riot, the half-blood elves in the city were afraid that they would be liquidated, and they all ran away one after another......"

The innkeeper whispered to Roy, "The waiters at the inn have all run away." ”

"There's no way, the streets are full of elf guards who catch rebel spies in those days, even if it's a half-race elf waiter who has been in the hotel for a few years, he will be interrogated by those elf guards almost twice a day, who doesn't run...... Are you waiting for them to be caught in prison one day? ”

"Then why didn't you leave?" Roy asked curiously.

The innkeeper glanced at Roy and said as a matter of course: "Anyone in the inn can run away, but I have no place to run, I am a silver moon elf, and I can't go into the jungle like a half-blood elf, so I can only stay here and continue to run this inn with almost no guests, and I won't go hungry anyway......"

What was originally a very lively elf city has become what it is now.

Cities that have only developed over hundreds of years seem to have become empty overnight.

The city is littered with discarded treehouses, more than ninety percent of the trading houses have been forced to close, and the entire city has been completely paralyzed, and now even the innkeepers have to buy the fruits and fish they need every day.

Fortunately, there are several large orchards on the outskirts of Padstow City, but the fish brought from Partington Island are collected according to the quota every day.

Roy didn't expect that the incident of the half-blood elven rebels would be so big, and it would make this elven city with a history of more than two hundred years fall down overnight.

"What do you want to eat for dinner, you can tell me in advance, if there are no special requirements, it is apple pie, you can also choose fried fish, and the drink is lemon tea." When the innkeeper saw that Roy was willing to stay in this room, he talked about dinner.

"Then fry the fish!" Roy said.

Padestor is a city dominated by half-blood elves, so the city's food habits are also half-blood elves, with fish being more popular than fruit.

It's not quite the same as Castletown City.

Although Castletown is a port city, the Silver Moon Elves there rarely eat fish, so much so that many of the young elves in Castletown think it is very elegant to eat only fruit.

……

In the evening, Adjutant Cardiff arrived at the hotel with a group of elven warriors.

Miss Christine called everyone down, and Roy sat on the sofa in the lounge area of the hotel lobby, looking at the elven officer in front of him with a white face and clear eyes.

It can be seen that he is a well-educated Silver Moon Elf nobleman, and he is a Silver Pegasus warrior.

The pegasus with a pair of silver-white wings stood at the door of the hotel, tall and powerful.

"Miss Christine, the manhunt will start tomorrow, first from the East End, and if there is no problem on your side, I will send a carriage to pick you up at the door of the hotel tomorrow morning." Adjutant Cardiff said.

His piercing eyes kept staring at Miss Christine.

"Yes."

Miss Christine deftly avoided Adjutant Cardiff's gaze.

Adjutant Cardiff went on to say:

"To ensure your safety, Captain Bedwin has specially sent a team of elven warriors, they live near the treehouse where you live, and you can summon them if you are in trouble."

After saying that, a group of Silver Moon Elf warriors walked in from outside the hotel, just twelve warriors, wearing standard elf armor, these armors are not only made of metal, but the armor is actually engraved with intricate and beautiful patterns, they wear long swords on their waists, and silver shields behind their backs.

Each elven warrior was not only wearing silver armor, but also wearing a helmet and face armor on his head, standing in the lobby of the inn with a majestic and majestic appearance.

Miss Christine quickly stood up and nodded to the elven warriors.

A group of Silver Moon Elf warriors saluted in unison.

"Head Bydwin is worried that you won't be used to dinner here, so he has set up a dinner party......"

This time, Miss Christine did not wait for Adjutant Cardiff to finish speaking, and interrupted him: "Adjutant Cardiff, there is no need for dinner, I have already eaten here." ”

Miss Christine, seeing that Adjutant Cardiff still had no intention of leaving, said:

"I've been on most of the sea ship today, and I've come here through the portal, so if there's nothing too important, I'd like to take a break."

Adjutant Cardiff looked at Roy and the others sitting around him with some embarrassment, and he didn't even say hello to them.

"Since Miss Christine wants to rest first, I'll take my leave......"

With that, he stood up, nodded to Miss Christine, and turned to leave the inn.

The elven warriors also left in line......

……

Jarvis sat on a chair in the center of the hall with a gloomy face......

He didn't like the enclosed layout of a treehouse, he liked to live in a castle made of stones.

This is a manor house north of Padestol, and it took Jarvis twenty years to build this castle, which may not be so majestic, but it has a unique elven charm.

Each building is a delicate work of art, and each sculpture in the castle has an extraordinary provenance.

This hall was named the Hall of Glory by Baron Jarves, and there was nothing but this chair on the high platform.

This time he had to admit that he was in a bit of a hurry, and in order to swallow the territory south of Padsto, he took out a large fortune, not only to buy the territory, but also to convince the councillors of the council of elders to spend it.

It was the annexation of the land that brought together the half-blood elves south of the city of Padusto.

If it was just these things, it wouldn't have caused a riot among the half-blood elves...... The bad thing is that the half-blood elf slaves who were locked up in the apple orchard escaped.

Although the slave trade was suppressed by Jarvis in the city of Padstow, the matter spread in the life circle of the half-blood elves.

This ensued, the first half-blood rebellion ever in the Partington Plane.

Baron Jarvis decisively fled from the city of Padesto and took refuge in the castle.

Then the seventeenth Silver Pegasus Legion of the Elven Continent quickly entered the Partington plane and repelled the half-blood elf rebel army.

Thinking that this matter would be settled, Baron Jarvis even planned to catch a batch of half-blood elves in the city and secretly sell them to make up for the losses caused by this riot.

But what he never expected was that the Seventeenth Silver Pegasus Legion did not leave the Partington plane as scheduled......

A second investigation team has also been nowhere to be seen......

Although Baron Jarvis is now nominally the consul of Padesto, the city is currently under the control of the military, and all orders issued by him must be approved by the military.

Baron Jarvis felt like a puppet.

He angrily drank the red wine from his glass and smashed the crystal glass......

"Councillor Ansel sent a letter."

A squire said tremblingly from the doorway.

"Send it in!"

Baron Jarvis suppressed the anger in his heart and scooped a letter from his squire.

He didn't even take the paper cutter on the side, he tore the envelope open and pulled out a letter from inside, the contents of which were very short:

'Honorable Archon Jarves, at the invitation of the Royal Music Society of Buenos, will attend the Buenos Festival in the middle of the next month, and will leave Buenos at once, leaving the city of Padsto, and temporarily relinquishing all voting power of the Council of Elders. Written by Councillor Ansel himself. ’

Baron Jarvis was so angry that he tore the letterhead in his hand to shreds.

"A group of unfamiliar wolf cubs will be shrunken turtles in case of trouble......"

Baron Jarvis yelled in the Hall of Glory.

Now that the Council of Elders of Paddestow has also existed in name only, many of the Silver Moon Elf Councillors who do not want to wade into troubled waters have gone to Buenos.

Baron Jarvis now has only a lord army of two thousand elven warriors in his hands, in addition to controlling the guard brigade in the city, which is simply vulnerable in front of the Silver Pegasus Legion.

The messenger saw that Baron Jarvis was furious, and fled the room in fright.

Only Baron Yalvis was left sitting alone in the Hall of Glory.

……

With no business opportunities, a large number of merchants left the city of Padusto.

The adventuring group also left the area......

The half-blood elves are worried that the silver moon elves will liquidate, and the half-blood elves leave every day.

Unable to buy a ticket for the portal, the half-blood entered the southern jungle of Padestour, which was currently part of the domain of Lord Arvis, but he was no longer able to supervise it.

It can be said that now the Partington plane seems to have returned to the time when the elves had just entered the Partington plane.

(End of chapter)