Alvis's End

The carriage stopped in front of the inn, and Roy was the first to step out of the carriage. The inn, which was usually full of guests every day, was now very deserted.

The Boss stood at the front desk with a worried look on his face. Seeing Roy Roy his group walk in, he forced a smile and asked them:

"Guests, how many rooms would you like?"

Miss Christine stepped forward and said to the Boss behind the bar, "The Seventeenth Legion's Officer Cardiff, has already made a reservation for us."

"Yes, Commander Cardiff has booked two adjacent treehouses for you. Please follow me."

The Boss's smile was somewhat bitter; he had initially thought they had a group of guests...

Roy chose the last room; everyone else was resting in their own rooms, and only the Boss opened the door for him.

The room probably hasn't been ventilated for several days; it's a bit stuffy, and there's a thin layer of dust on the furniture, indicating that no one has cleaned it recently.

Roy opened the window and saw that the terrace was still the same. He said to the Boss, "When I came last time, there were many waiters in the hotel. Where have they all gone?"

The Boss, seeing that Roy was a Half-Elf, decided to chat with him. "You weren't here when the riots broke out in Padesto City a month ago, were you?"

"That's true," Roy replied.

"After the riot, the Half-Elf in the city were all afraid of being purged, and they all fled one after another..."

The Boss complained to Roy in a low voice, "All the hotel staff have run away too."

"There was no other way. Those days, the streets were full of Elven Guard arresting Rebel Army. Even Half-Elf waiter who had worked at the inn for several years was questioned by those Elven Guard about twice a day. Who wouldn't run away... or wait to be caught and thrown into jail someday?"

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

The Boss glanced at Roy and said matter-of-factly, "Anyone else in this inn can run away, but I have nowhere to run. I'm Silver Moon Elf, and I can't just disappear into the jungle like Half-Elf. I can only stay here and continue running this inn that hardly has any customers. Anyway, I won't go hungry..."

What was once a bustling Elf City has become what it is today.

The city, which had taken hundreds of years to develop, seemed to have become deserted overnight.

The city is filled with abandoned treehouses, more than 90% of the shops have been forced to close, and the entire city has been completely paralyzed. Now, even the fruits and fish needed by the hotels every day have to be sourced by the Boss themselves.

Fruit is manageable, as there are several large orchards on the outskirts of Padesto City. However, the fish transported from Pattington Island are distributed according to daily quotas.

Roy never expected the Half-Elf Rebel Army to cause such a huge uproar, causing this Elf City with over two hundred years of history to fall into decline overnight.

"You can tell me in advance what you'd like for dinner. If there are no special requests, apple pie is fine, but you can also choose fried fish. The drink is Lemon Tea." The Boss, seeing that Roy was willing to stay in this room, started talking about dinner.

"Then let's fry the fish!" Roy said.

Padesto City is a city primarily inhabited by Half-Elf, so its cuisine also reflects Half-Elf, with fish being more popular than fruit.

This is quite different from Castleton City.

Although Castleton is a port city, the Silver Moon Elf there rarely eat fish, so much so that many young elves in Castleton City consider eating only fruit to be a very elegant thing.

In the evening, Officer Cardiff arrived at the inn with a squad of Elf Warrior.

Miss Christine called everyone down. Roy sat on the sofa in the hotel lobby lounge area, looking at the fair-skinned, clear-eyed Elf Officer in front of him.

It's clear he's a well-educated Silvermoon Elven Nobles, and a Silver Pegasus Warrior.

The Pegasus with its pair of silver-white wings stood at the entrance of the inn, tall and magnificent.

"Miss Christine, the search operation will begin tomorrow, starting with the East District. If there are no problems on your end, I will send a carriage to pick you up at the hotel entrance tomorrow morning," said Officer Cardiff.

His bright eyes were fixed on Miss Christine.

"Can."

Miss Christine skillfully avoided the Officer Cardiff's gaze.

The Officer Cardiff continued, "To ensure your safety, Commander Baldwin has specially dispatched a squad of Elf Warrior. They live near your treehouse, and you can summon them if you encounter any trouble."

After he finished speaking, a group of Silver Moon Elf Warrior walked in from outside the inn. There were exactly twelve warriors, all wearing standard Elf armor. This armor was not only made of metal, but it was also engraved with intricate and beautiful patterns. They had longswords at their waists and silver shields on their backs.

Each Elf Warrior was not only dressed in silver armor, but also wore a helmet and visor, standing imposingly and majestically in the inn's lobby.

Miss Christine quickly stood up and nodded to the Elf Warrior.

A squad of Silver Moon Elf Warrior saluted in unison.

"Commander Baldwin was worried that you wouldn't like the dinner here, so he specially arranged a banquet..."

This time, Miss Christine interrupted Officer Cardiff before he could finish speaking, "Officer Cardiff, dinner is unnecessary; I have already eaten here."

Seeing that Officer Cardiff still showed no intention of leaving, Miss Christine said:

"I've spent most of today on a sea voyage and then traveled here through Teleportation Portal. If there's nothing too urgent, I'd like to rest for a bit."

Officer Cardiff glanced somewhat awkwardly at Roy and the others sitting around him; he hadn't even properly greeted them.

"Since Miss Christine wishes to rest for a while, then I shall take my leave..."

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

The Elf Warrior also left in a line...

Alvis sat in the chair in the center of the hall, his face grim...

He disliked the enclosed layout of treehouses; he preferred living in a castle built of stone.

This is a manor Padesto City. It took Alvis twenty years to build this castle. It may not be very grand, but it has a unique elven charm.

Each building is a fine work of art, and every sculpture in the castle has an extraordinary history.

This hall was named the Hall of Glory by Baron Alvis, and there was nothing else on the high platform except for this chair.

This time he had to admit that he had been a bit too hasty. In order to swallow up the territory in southern Padesto, he spent a considerable sum of money, not only on the purchase of the territory, but also on persuading the members of the Elder Council to spend it.

It was this land annexation that brought the Half-Elf south of Padesto City together.

If it were just these things, it wouldn't have caused a riot among the Half-Elf... The problem was that the Half-Elf in the Apple Orchard escaped.

Although the slave trade was suppressed by Alvis in the Padesto City through various means, the matter spread throughout the lives of the Half-Elf.

This was followed by the first riot of Half-Elf in the history of Pattington Plane.

Baron Alvis decisively fled Padesto City and hid in this castle.

Subsequently, the Seventeenth Silver Pegasus Legion of the Elf Continent swiftly entered the Pattington Plane and repelled this Half-Elf Rebel Army.

Baron Alvis thought the matter was over and even planned to capture a group of Half-Elf in the city and sell them secretly to make up for the losses caused by the riot.

To his utter surprise, the Seventeenth Silver Pegasus Legion did not leave the Pattington Plane as scheduled...

The second Investigation Team has also yet to materialize...

Although Baron Alvis is nominally the governor of Padesto City, the Padesto City is currently under military control, and all his orders require the military's approval.

Baron Alvis felt like a puppet.

He angrily drank the red wine in his glass and smashed the crystal glass to pieces...

"Councilor Ansel sent a letter."

A servant spoke timidly from the doorway.

"Bring it in!"

Baron Alvis suppressed his anger and snatched a letter from the servant's hand.

He didn't even reach for the paper cutter beside him, but simply tore open the envelope and pulled out a letter. The letter was very short: 'Your Excellency, I have been invited by the Royal Music Society of Alvis Buenos to attend the Buenos Music Festival in mid-next month. I will be traveling to Buenos immediately. During my absence from Padesto City, I temporarily relinquish all voting rights in the Elder Council. Sincerely, Councilor Ansel.'

Baron Alvis was so angry that he tore the letter in his hand to shreds.

"A bunch of ungrateful wolf cubs, they cower like turtles when trouble comes..."

Baron Alvis cursed loudly in the Hall of Glory.

The Padesto Elder Council is now defunct in name only, and many Silver Moon Elf councilors who are unwilling to get involved have fled to Buenos.

Baron Alvis currently commands only the city's garrison and Lord's Army of two thousand Elf Warrior. This small force is utterly insignificant in the face of the Silver Pegasus Legion.

The messenger, seeing Baron Alvis in a rage, scurried away from the room in a panic.

Baron Alvis was left alone in the Hall of Glory.

Because of the lack of business opportunities, a large number of merchants left the Padesto City.

The Adventure Group also left this place one after another...

The Half-Elf was worried that the Silver Moon Elf would settle scores with them, so Half-Elf left every day.

Unable to purchase a ticket to the Teleportation Portal, the Half-Elf entered the southern jungle of Padesto. Although this jungle currently belongs to Lord Alvis, he no longer has the ability to oversee it.

It could be said that the Pattington Plane is now back to the very beginning when the elves first entered the Pattington Plane.