Teacher 49

49. Teacher Klayr was a bit dumbfounded...

Because he saw Roy.

Roy was standing outside the gate in a very ill-fitting set of clothes, covered in injuries, and severely wounded.

He was stopped by the elven guards at the gate. Despite Roy's best efforts to explain, the elven guard wouldn't let him pass to enter the manor.

'Goddamn Steve...'

Although Roy had quite a few bandages on him this morning, he definitely didn't look as disheveled as he did now. He really looked like a mess...

And Klayr directly defined Steve as the culprit behind all of this.

That guy was the seed of sin, the source of evil...

"Roy, did Steve send someone to do this? Damn it, open the gate quickly."

Klayr frantically shook the iron gate, shouting at the elven guard outside.

The young elves who had been chatting with Klayr also ran over and stood behind him. They had never seen this fair-skinned Klayr, whose face was even a bit too delicate, be so boisterous.

The gate was pushed open by the elven guard...

Klayr rushed out.

"Klayr, what are you doing here?"

Roy didn't expect to see Klayr here. He greeted him and walked inside.

The elven guard standing at the gate wanted to stop him, but Klayr stopped him with the words 'This is my friend'.

The two elven guards following behind didn't dare to be careless and continued to follow Roy closely.

They didn't step forward to stop him either. Seeing that there was actually an Elven Noble in the manor who knew Roy, they were slightly relieved.

Roy didn't want to waste time at the gate, so he strode inside...

Klayr chased after him, shouting, "Of course I'm here to attend the ball... Steve is here too. I just saw him. Let's go, let's go find him together!"

The group of young Elven Nobles following behind Klayr were still confused, but they were stimulated by Klayr's words and cheered excitedly.

They never knew that Klayr had such a violent side.

Roy was a little helpless. Although his whole body ached, and he was panting and exhausted, he still stopped, put his hands on Klayr's shoulders, and said to him very seriously:

"Um, please listen to me carefully, Klayr. This time it wasn't Steve. To be precise, I encountered a little trouble. My friend was detained on a sea ship by a group of slavers. I hope to see Princess Ophelia. I want to ask her for a favor..."

"Her Royal Highness the princess is dancing in the manor. I'll take you there."

Klayr grabbed Roy's arm and ran with him into the manor.

Several young elves followed behind. When they heard that there were slavers in the port and that elves were being held on the ship, they were filled with righteous indignation and followed behind like they had been injected with chicken blood.

Castleton Harbour hadn't had any decent news for a long time...

Roy rushed to the edge of the dance floor in one breath. He saw a group of Elven Nobles dancing in the dance floor to the soothing music. Everyone was wearing exquisite dresses, and they gathered in twos and threes to chat on the outer side of the dance floor.

Some elves standing on the edge of the dance floor were very curious about how this human covered in embarrassment broke into the manor...

Some noble ladies retreated in fear.

Some young elves immediately came up beside the dance floor, trying to stop this uninvited guest...

Looking at the dazzling dance floor in front of him, Roy stood on the edge of the dance floor and couldn't find Princess Ophelia, who Captain Simpson mentioned.

At this time, the two elven guards following behind also took the initiative to come over.

In fact, they were also worried that the story Roy weaved was actually a lie, and the real purpose was to cause trouble...

Klayr saw Roy's embarrassment. He stood by the dance floor, a little dazed and at a loss, so he took the initiative to grab Roy's arm and said:

"Come with me, Her Royal Highness the princess is over there..."

In the middle of the dance floor, more and more Elven Nobles noticed the commotion here.

Even Steve, who was chatting with his friends in the corner, stretched his neck to look over here...

Belle.Klayr let go of the Elven Noble and was surprised to see her younger brother leading a wounded human into the dance floor and walking towards Princess Ophelia...

Milian.Talis, Belle's good friend beside her, tugged at Belle's arm, covering her mouth and secretly asked:

"Belle, what is your brother doing?"

Belle shook her head and pushed through the crowd, chasing after Wagner Klayr.

She was worried that her brother would do something irrational at the ball.

A young elf with a straight figure stepped out from the crowd, blocking Roy and Klayr, staring at Roy with an unkind expression and asked, "Who are you? I don't know if you have an invitation to this ball?"

"Wolf, this is my friend Roy. He wants to see Princess Ophelia. He encountered trouble at the port..."

Klayr shouted at the young man blocking their way.

At this time, the music of the ball had stopped, and all the elves in the ballroom turned their eyes to this side. Everyone didn't know what happened, only to see a human covered in injuries appearing at the ball.

Princess Ophelia also heard the shouts here. She dodged Earl Wilson Griffiths, who was trying to block her with his body, and walked towards the crowd gathering place, holding her long skirt.

Seeing Princess Ophelia walking over, the elves blocking her in front retreated to both sides.

Until Princess Ophelia walked up to Klayr and Roy, she didn't recognize this young elf from the Klayr family.

But when she saw Roy, she recognized at a glance this half-elf who dared to question her teaching methods behind her back in the academy—

The note on the roster clearly stated that he was a half-elf named Roy, she remembered it very clearly.

However, Roy in front of her was covered in injuries. If Klayr hadn't been supporting him, he might not have been able to stand still.

"Roy, this is Her Highness Princess Ophelia!"

Klayr whispered in Roy's ear.

Then she immediately helped her friend to salute Princess Ophelia.

Roy was actually a little dumbfounded at this time.

He didn't expect that Princess Ophelia, whom he was going to break into the ball to see tonight, was actually the teacher of Modern Elf History class.

Although he knew that the academy teacher of Literature and History was also called Princess Ophelia, he just didn't think about it in this direction.

"Princess Ophelia... teacher!" Roy said somewhat stutteringly.

In fact, if Roy just greeted Princess Ophelia.

Everyone wouldn't think there was anything wrong.

But this teacher was tantamount to bringing the relationship between him and Princess Ophelia closer.

Princess Ophelia stared at the half-elf in front of her...

He really was her student, but for students like him, the academy would arrange two hundred for her every year, and she couldn't remember the names of at least half of them when they graduated...

"Roy, you want to see me?"

Princess Ophelia asked suspiciously.

Not only was Roy taken aback, but the Elven Nobles beside her were also very surprised that Princess Ophelia actually called out this person's name...

Roy finally had such a rare opportunity, of course he couldn't miss it:

"Teacher, I encountered... tonight, and now my companion, Jasper, a Novice Priest of the Goddess of Freedom Temple, is still trapped in that ship."

Roy told everyone about his encounter that night again.

When they heard that a slave ship was docked in the port, the surrounding young Elven Nobles also changed their expressions.

The young elves surrounding them began to discuss. Everyone was a little confused. Who gave these slave traders the courage to dare to dock their ships so openly at Castleton Harbour? Not only that, but they even dared to kidnap the elves of Castleton...

"Understood!"

Princess Ophelia finally knew how this student in front of her was able to break into the manor, and then calmly asked the elven guards, "Where is your captain?"

Before the words could fall, Captain Simpson had already walked out of the crowd and saluted Princess Ophelia:

"Danser.Simpson is always ready to serve you."

Princess Ophelia nodded and ordered extremely calmly:

"Captain Simpson, take your men to Castleton Harbour immediately!"

Captain Simpson immediately said, "Yes, Your Highness!"

This time, Princess Ophelia was accompanied to the seaside manor by only fifty elven guards, but each one was an elven warrior riding a mutated warhorse.

With an order from Captain Simpson, all the elven warriors began to assemble quickly.

The manor was also in chaos, and some Elven Nobles were even preparing to go home to gather manpower.

Princess Ophelia, however, was holding up her skirt and standing on a high platform at this time.

A group of Elven Nobles gathered around, and Princess Ophelia said with a straight face and a serious expression:

"I don't know where those slave traders came from, but their appearance in Castleton Harbour is trampling on the laws of the Silver Moon Elf Kingdom and is an unwarranted contempt for all the elven warriors in Castleton City. Now... I hope the elves of Castleton can unite as one. Here, I call on all promising young elven warriors to use the weapons in your hands to defend the inviolable freedom of the elves..."

"I think everyone here doesn't want to let those disgusting slave traders go, right!"

"Don't let those slave traders go!"

The young elves around were almost shouting loudly.

"Catch those slave traders!"

"Hang them from the trees!"

"Exile them to the Eternal Night Forest to mine..."

Young elves were already rushing towards the gate of the manor, heading to the port wharf.

Roy also squeezed into the crowd, watching Princess Ophelia walk down from the high platform with a calm expression, saying indifferently:

"If you can still persevere, let's go to the port wharf together!"

Roy quickly stood up straight and said to Princess Ophelia with a face full of gratitude, "Thank you, Princess Ophelia..."

"You should call me teacher, remember... you must concentrate during class and pay attention to the lecture, otherwise, no matter what the reason, I will still fail you in this Modern Elf History course..."

"Yes, teacher!"

Roy honestly followed behind and agreed.

Fifty elven warriors rushed to the front, rushing down the slope of the manor towards the port wharf, followed by a group of Elven Nobles