Decision

47. A few Elf Rangers heard the shouts from downstairs and immediately ran down.

The Elf Ranger in the lead wore light armor and carried his helmet. As soon as he reached the bottom, he asked:

"What happened?"

The Elf lady hurried forward and immediately reported Roy's situation.

At the stairwell, the Elf Guards who had followed the captain down gathered around. Roy saw that Elf Ranger again...

The Patrol Guards captain sized Roy up while carefully listening to the Elf lady's report.

After the Elf lady had recounted the whole story, the Elf Ranger captain sat down opposite Roy, looking him in the eye:

"...Roy, our Guard Squad currently only has twenty-five Elf Rangers. That's not enough to take down a sixty-meter Great Sea Ship, even if they weren't on guard. It's just not possible. So, I need time to gather more people. I promise I'll do everything I can to rescue your companions."

"Listen, kid, if this gets out, it won't be a small matter. So, if this is some kind of prank, you still have time to back out..."

His gaze was like a sharp sword, fixed on Roy's eyes.

"Captain, he's the one who brought us the portrait of the Holy Grail thief last time."

The Elf Ranger interjected from the side.

The Patrol Guards captain paused slightly, clearly surprised. He looked Roy up and down again, his tone much softer: "So it's you. You really are an unlucky fellow!"

Then he said to the Elf lady beside him:

"Get him a towel, some styptic powder, bandages, and a set of clothes. He needs to take a shower and treat his wounds."

Roy didn't want any styptic powder or bandages. He stepped forward and grabbed the Elf Ranger captain's arm, saying:

"They'll be leaving port with the tide tonight. Please hurry."

The Patrol Guards captain nodded slightly and shouted, "Loya, go inform the garrison stationed north of Walnut Forest. Find a way to convince their commander to send a large archer squad and a swordsman squad to support us."

"Yes, Captain."

"Qiyas, go to the Inner District immediately and report the situation here to the Chief Commander!"

"Yes, Captain!"

"Polini, gather everyone you can. We need to keep an eye on that sea ship. We must resolve this battle in the port."

"Captain, should we call back those on leave too?"

"Everyone we can get."

The Elf Rangers in the Guard Squad immediately sprang into action.

Some ran out to watch the Great Sea Ship in the harbor, some reported to the Castleton Upper District Guard Squad headquarters, and some went to the coastal garrison for reinforcements.

Roy, on the other hand, received a pair of pants and a shirt, and was also holding a blanket that had been on a chair.

Refusing the Elf lady's offer to help apply styptic powder, Roy wrapped himself in the blanket and stood in front of the Guard Squad's door, looking at the row of sea ships in the deep-water area of the distant docks. He wondered what the Naga Assassin was doing at the moment, and whether the Sailors had discovered that he had escaped...

If they noticed the Elf Rangers' movements, would they suspect something? Roy felt both anxious and worried.

His gaze turned to the east side of the port docks. He planned to return the blanket to the Elf lady at the front desk and then go to the Temple to send a message.

But as he turned to go back inside, he caught sight of the brightly lit manor not far from the east side of the docks.

A bold idea quickly grew in his mind.

He had originally planned to recover some strength and then run back to the Temple for help, but now he had changed his mind.

He knew that the manor was usually empty.

If there was a ball being held there, then it must be a group of Elven Nobles.

He had wanted to bandage his wounds, but now... he felt it wasn't the time.

Even if he told High Priest Reed about this now, the High Priest would probably only be anxious. If only he were a Combat Priest...

So... it was better to take a gamble.

The Elf lady at the front desk found Roy a pair of shoes.

They were wooden clogs. Although Roy wasn't used to wearing them, they were better than nothing.

There was only one road leading to the manor.

Normally, the elves at the docks could only gaze from afar at the white castle nestled in the green sea of trees; no one would approach the manor.

This sloping road connected to a small square next to the docks.

At this moment, the manor was brightly lit.

Rows of carriages were parked in the small square below the castle. Usually, some elves living by the sea would stroll in this square. Occasionally, bards would be there drawing portraits, and some elves with violins, harps, and accordions would stand in the square playing music.

Every summer night, as long as it wasn't a rainy day, a crowd would gather here.

It seemed that for a while, Sabrina had even come here to draw portraits.

But later, for some reason, she only persisted for a while before giving up.

Roy, wearing ill-fitting trousers and a shirt, ran panting to the small square, which had been completely occupied by the carriages of the Elven Nobles, parked in neat rows.

A group of coachmen were gathered at the edge of the square, chatting and resting.

Some were sitting under the trees, blowing tunes with a leaf held between their hands, the sound thin and clear.

Roy ran into the square and found that there was actually a group of Elf Patrol Guards on horseback guarding the surroundings. Needless to say, a very important person must have arrived at the manor.

They were all riding white warhorses with tufts of feathers on their hooves, and the armor they wore was inlaid with gold thread, making them look very majestic from afar.

Roy walked up the slope, and immediately an Elf Ranger rode over to block his path.

"Private manor, no admittance to idlers!"

The warhorse stopped in front of Roy, immediately forcing him to halt.

Roy refused to back down, the horse's chest almost touching his forehead.

There was only a group of coachmen watching the commotion in the square, and these elves were gathering around...

A captain-like Elf Ranger rode over and frowned as he asked the Elf Ranger:

"What's going on? Don't let him block the way; keep the road clear."

"Yes, Captain."

The Elf Ranger was reprimanded by the captain and immediately became anxious. He jumped off his warhorse and shouted at Roy, "Leave now!"

Roy saw the Guard Squad captain, quickly ran up, grabbed the reins of the captain's warhorse, and shouted, "Captain, please wait!"

The warhorse pawed the ground restlessly, shaking its head, trying to break free from Roy's grasp, almost knocking Roy to the ground.

Captain Simpson gently patted the warhorse's neck, calming it down, and frowned as he asked, "What do you want?"

The Elf Ranger had already approached, wanting to pull Roy away.

Roy, however, held onto the reins tightly, and said quickly:

"My companion and I encountered a group of human slave traders at the docks. They captured my companion and took her onto the ship. I managed to escape. Now their ship is at the docks. Can you help me rescue my companion? Also, I know there are many Naga Sea Clan imprisoned on the ship!"

The coachmen who were watching around immediately erupted in an uproar when they heard Roy's words.

Immediately, someone asked loudly, "Where?"

Roy pointed to the black Great Sea Ship at the docks and said, "It's that ship..."

However, Captain Simpson was very calm. He stared at Roy's expression, hoping to find some clues on Roy's face.

However, Roy had indelible wounds on his face, wrists, and ankles.

Captain Simpson pondered for a moment before saying, "I am Danser.Simpson, Captain of the First Company of the Second Battalion of the Ophelia Seventh Knights. Our duty is to ensure the safety of Princess Ophelia. Without the princess's orders, we have no right to deal with this matter."

After saying this, he couldn't help but glance at the manor on the cliff in the distance.

From Captain Simpson's eyes, Roy saw his answer to how he would handle this matter...

So Roy didn't hesitate and didn't think that he could take down the sea ship by relying on these indignant coachmen.

He started running up the slope towards the castle...

"Watch him..."

Captain Simpson shouted loudly.

Not to stop, nor to capture, but to keep an eye on, which was enough to show the captain's position.

Over the years, due to the beautiful faces of the Elves and Nagas, they have always been the preferred targets of slave traders, who would transport captured slaves ship after ship to human kingdoms.

Although the Elves deeply hated this behavior, they have never been able to eradicate it completely.

Roy sprinted all the way along the slope, running until his throat was almost smoking, before rushing to the entrance of the manor.

Two Elf Patrol Guards chased after him on horseback.

Arriving at the manor gate, Roy was once again stopped by the Elf Guard Squad at the entrance:

"You can't go in!"

Wagner Klayr and several young Elves were sitting in a gazebo in the front yard.

Here, they could also hear the beautiful music and see the Elven beauties constantly twirling on the dance floor...

No one likes to dance with young male Elves.

Because in the process of dancing, they appear very restrained.

Sometimes they don't even know where to put their hands.

Sometimes when they put their arms around the waist, they would pinch red finger marks on the girls' slender waists, their bodies stiff, their dance moves not graceful, and more importantly, their steps would occasionally go wrong, and once they stepped on someone's foot, that would be really troublesome.

Their conversation lacks knowledge, their chats are not humorous enough, and occasionally they would say something very childish.

No one comes here to coax children...

So the handsome Klayr could only sit quietly by the dance floor, chatting with a group of young Elves who were also disliked by the girls.

He secretly looked at Princess Ophelia in the dance floor.

Her dance is graceful, and every movement can even be called a textbook standard.

She is the focus of everyone's attention on the dance floor, and a gentle smile always appears on her beautiful face. Klayr regretted not signing up for her Literature and History class earlier.

Just then, Klayr seemed to hear the crisp sound of horseshoes hitting the stone slab ground as warhorses galloped...

'Da da da da...'

He turned his head to look at the gate of the manor.

The fountain is not too far from the gate, and there are lights at the gate of the manor, so he could see the situation there.

So he saw a figure appearing at the gate, negotiating something with the Elf Guard Squad at the entrance.

He suddenly perked up.

So late, and he actually ran up here in a hurry, with Elf Patrol Guards chasing behind him, something must have happened.

Such excitement is worth watching...

Thinking of this, Klayr immediately stood up, without even saying hello to his friends, and ran towards the gate.