Roy's Request

Roy stared at the Night Blade Leopard with a speechless expression...

He thought to himself, 'This guy really knows how to get himself into trouble! If I hadn't seen it, it wouldn't have been a problem, but if I just leave now, I'll probably have nightmares tonight.'

The Night Blade Leopard crouched down beside him, peeked out and sniffed the Dark Moon Elf, then turned to look at Roy with an innocent expression.

He patted his forehead, enduring the stench from the drain.

Roy dragged the Dark Moon Elf out of the crevice.

He laid him down on a flat rock, took out a dagger and cut the bandages binding his body, revealing a cut on his right rib and scorch marks left by a magical attack.

He was soaking wet as he unfastened the leather armor buckles and peeled it off.

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

Roy didn't know if he could save him, so he could only grit his teeth and cast ' Holy Light Art ' to illuminate the surroundings, and then cast ' Minor Healing ' to promote the healing of his wounds.

Bathed in a beam of holy light, the Dark Moon Elf's wounds began to heal slowly, though the healing process was extremely slow, likely due to inflammation.

Once the glow of the ' Minor Healing ' has completely dissipated...

Roy thought for a moment, and although he couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken, he still gave the Dark Moon Elf the only bottle of Life Potion he had.

After drinking the Life Potion, the Dark Moon Elf regained some color in his face. Although his breathing was still very weak, at least his body began to function normally again...

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

Roy used his dagger to cut away the festering parts of his wound, then re-bandaged it. He then cast ' Minor Healing ' again to accelerate the healing process.

Roy had no intention of taking him back to the Goddess of Freedom Temple. The Goddess of Freedom Temple already had enough troubles, and the fact that the Dark Moon Elf preferred to lie in the drains rather than seek help from the Moon God Temple in the city spoke volumes.

This guy is a problem.

After treating the Dark Moon Elf's wounds, Roy used some stones to build a stone bed in a crevice next to the drainage ditch, and then covered it with large banana leaves. To make the stone bed more comfortable, Roy almost cut off all the leaves from the Banana Tree not far away.

It was quite a struggle to drag the Dark Moon Elf back to the stone bed covered with banana leaves, and then hide his leather armor under the banana leaves as well.

After thinking for a moment, she piled up a few pieces of fruit that she carried with her in her bag next to him.

Only then did they leave the drainage Dark Channel under the cover of night.

Roy didn't go home, but walked along the beach towards the pier. The seawall on this side of the drainage Dark Channel was still some distance from Castleton Harbour, about a half-hour walk.

The Night Blade Leopard didn't run back to the Potion Shop alone, but obediently followed Roy and accompanied him to the port dock.

It lay there by the exit of the Shallow Water Pier, watching idly as the sprites carrying buckets and fish baskets passed by...

A passing Half-Elf fisherman tossed a tailless barramundi to the Night Blade Leopard's mouth. The Night Blade Leopard completely ignored the dead fish, resting its head between its two front legs, squinting at the fishing boats in the shallows, and paying no attention to the fisherman.

Realizing he was making a fool of himself, the elf fisherman quickly carried his fish basket away.

Roy stood at the entrance to the port Guard Squad, looking at the lights on in the lobby on the first floor, the light shining through the curtains onto the stone floor outside...

He hesitated for a long time before going inside.

The office is still the same as before, with the walls near the stairs covered with portraits of wanted criminals.

An Elf Ranger in uniform sat behind the front desk, carefully wiping a longsword with an oilcloth.

Roy leaned closer, wondering how to start a conversation, when the Elf Ranger suddenly looked up, saw Roy standing in front of him, and casually asked, "What brings you here?"

That's right, it's the Elf Ranger who kept encountering Roy during his investigations.

Roy's nervousness immediately eased upon seeing an acquaintance, and he smiled at the Elf Ranger:

"It's nothing, I just happened to be passing by, so I came in to take a look..."

"..."

The Elf Ranger stared at Roy speechlessly, trying to shoo him away with the murderous look in his eyes.

Roy seemed completely oblivious to the hostility in his eyes. He even rested his hands on the bar, leaned forward to watch him maintain his weapon, and asked as if in casual conversation:

"Has anything happened at the port recently?"

The Elf Ranger, without looking up, diligently wiped his longsword and replied, "No, you're not here... I haven't even seen any fish thieves lately."

"Aren't there any fugitives to hunt down?" Roy asked, seizing the opportunity.

He was a little nervous when he asked that question, and he felt his tone of voice change slightly.

He worried: what if... the Guard Squad are capturing that Dark Moon Elf?

So... should I tell them where the Dark Moon Elf are hiding?

The Elf Ranger impatiently put down his longsword, frowned, and said, "Aside from the Holy Grail in your temple, which we haven't found yet, there's nothing else for the time being. You've come to ask about the progress of the Holy Grail investigation, haven't you?"

Seeing that Roy did not offer any explanation, the Elf Ranger concluded that this was indeed the case.

He rubbed his face vigorously, then looked up at Roy with a businesslike, sour expression:

"This Holy Grail has left us with far too few clues. Although we are still investigating, we haven't found any useful information recently. You should go back and wait patiently."

"The Holy Grail..."

Roy suddenly remembered something: Master Claire Latin received daily baptisms with holy water! He guessed that the Holy Grail might be hidden in Master Claire Latin's house...

But now, looking at the Elf Ranger before him, Roy swallowed the matter whole.

He didn't say...

It's because once it's spoken, it would be equivalent to a young Half-Elf suing a Silvermoon Elven Nobles who has a great reputation in the Upper District.

If, after verification, it turns out to be true, then it's fine.

If the evidence is insufficient, it means he has slandered a Silvermoon Elven Nobles, which is punishable by whipping.

And then they'll be driven out of Castleton City...

Belinda is planning to leave Castleton City, so it would be appropriate for her to visit Master Claire Latin before leaving. It would be reasonably acceptable for her son to accompany her to visit Master Claire Latin.

Roy was pondering how to investigate the Holy Grail.

"Hey! Is something the matter?" The Elf Ranger stared at Roy with sharp eyes and asked.

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

The Elf Ranger stared at Roy for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and said to Roy:

"By the way, something really happened recently... The sailor who killed Jefferson has been captured by the military and will be tried in the Elder Council courthouse on Sunday."

Roy thought it was something serious, but when he heard him mention it, he was speechless and said, "I already knew that, and I will be attending the trial as a witness on Sunday."

"..."

The Elf Ranger picked up the oilcloth from the table again.

Roy left the Guard Squad looking embarrassed. Standing on the dock, the Night Blade Leopard, which was almost blending into the night, suddenly shook its dark fur, climbed up from behind the stone pier at the Shallow Water Pier exit, and walked silently to Roy's feet, its long tail like an iron whip flicking.

Roy glanced at Night Blade Leopard and strode toward Brown Street.

The Night Blade Leopard followed Roy's leg, walking like a runway model...

Moira had hoped to chat with Roy about the stories of the Magala Jungle that evening, but unfortunately, Ms. Belinda returned from outside very early.

Roy returned home quite late, and looked exhausted when he opened the door.

Moira walked into the house with some disappointment, kicked off her wooden clogs, bent down and neatly placed them at the door, walked back into the house barefoot, sat quietly on the bed, hugged her knees with her hands, and her bright eyes were full of disappointment.

Actually, she also had some things to share with Roy: the sailors who killed Jefferson had been captured by the military and were supposedly to be sent to the mining area after their trial.

Moira couldn't quite describe her feelings at that moment...

When I heard the news, I wasn't particularly happy; I was probably more relieved.

Roy, that big idiot, comes home so late every day. Ever since that duel, he seems to have gotten even lazier...

At breakfast, Roy sat in a chair with his feet on the chair's crossbar, holding Breadfruit in his hands, looking at Ms. Belinda hesitantly.

"Speak, what is it?"

Ms. Belinda, with her hair wrapped in a silk scarf, wearing a leather skirt, and her arms covered in stone powder, asked Roy.

Roy removed the Breadfruit from his mouth, licked his lips, and said cautiously, "Could you take me with you next time you visit Master Claire Latin?"

Ms. Belinda asked with a surprised look, "Don't you dislike painting and Stone Sculpture? Why do you want to see Mr. Claire Latin? He's in a deep coma and can only lie in bed all day."

Roy said with a grin, "I just want to see what Master Claire Latin looks like. After all, he's the most famous artist in Castleton City right now..."

Ms. Belinda frowned, feeling somewhat embarrassed, but still agreed, "Alright then, I can't guarantee whether we'll be able to meet Master Claire Latin, but I can promise to take you with me. I submitted my resignation to the Art Gallery yesterday, and this morning I'm going to the Art Gallery to retrieve all my personal belongings. I'll visit Master Claire Latin this afternoon to say goodbye."

Roy's eyes lit up, and he said happily, "Then I'll wait for you at the Art Gallery entrance at noon?"

Ms. Belinda usually encouraged Roy to interact with Silver Moon Elf, especially renowned masters, but Roy always kept his distance...

I never expected them to make such a request on their own initiative this time.

Ms. Belinda was gratified, and felt even more deeply that her child seemed to have truly grown up.

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

"I know."

Roy responded swiftly...