Dispute

  Jefferson struggled to stand.

  He had some fighting skills, and when he struggled, he pulled out the long dagger from his boot.

  Roy guessed that he must have Darkmoon Elf's bloodline. His attack was hard and fast, and the angle was extremely tricky. The moment the dagger turned over between his wrists, it pierced the soft leather vest on the left rib of the crew member with no difficulty. , inserted from the edge of the 11th rib.

  The crew member didn't expect the drunk elf to be so ruthless in his actions. When he reacted, he only felt a stinging pain in his chest diaphragm, and even breathing was a little difficult.

  He endured the severe pain, grabbed the handle of the long dagger, and tried to kick Jefferson away.

  At this time, Jefferson had already pulled out the blood-stained dagger, and rolled back rapidly, preparing to jump along the railing of the suspended terrace into the dense trees below.

  The crewman's blood-stained hand also had several fingers cut off by a sharp dagger, but his palm was still pressed against the bleeding wound.

  The other crew members noticed the fight here and immediately moved towards Jefferson.

  Seeing that their own crew members were stabbed with blood by the drunk elf, these crew members were not so calm.

  With a few shouts, the crew members were filled with clearly visible Battle Qi, and they almost moved towards Jefferson at the same time.

  Although Jefferson was good at reaching out, there were more than ten people in this group of crew members, and they cooperated very well with each other. When they attacked, they almost blocked all of Jefferson's escape routes. Some people rushed to the railing first...

  The battle is over as soon as it begins.

  Four crew members jumped on Jefferson at the same time, pressing him to the terrace floor. They grabbed the messy curly hair on Jefferson's head, lifted it up suddenly, and hit the floor fiercely again, causing Jefferson's head to bleed immediately. , the limbs that were still struggling have become weak.

  Surrounded by a dozen crew members, they dragged Jefferson into an alley behind the tavern.

  The blood flowing from Jefferson's head fell on the floor, forming an intermittent line.

  Roy, like the waitress in the tavern, was almost scared to death standing nearby. The boss of the bar also ran out of the wood house filled with wine barrels.

  Magician Benjamin crouched beside the crew member lying on the ground, chanting a short incantation while unrolling a magic scroll.

  one after another The glow shone down, and the expression on the crew member's face became even more painful.

  "so troublesome!"

  Benjamin muttered something, and poured a bottle of pale red potion into the mouth of the crew member with a look of regret.

  Roy had seen this magical potion in Mrs. Winnie's pharmacy...

  The strong sailor walked out quickly from behind the tavern. He said a few words to Benjamin quickly in Imperial language. Benjamin was also stunned and quickly asked a question, and then began to help bandage the wound of the sailor lying on the ground.

  They moved very quickly and had no time to pay attention to Roy who was standing aside.

  The crew members who came back one after another all had gloomy faces, and some even stared unfavorably at Roy, the boss of the tavern, and the waitress.

  When the crew members in the alley behind all returned, these crew members did not stop in the tavern, but moved towards the tavern door quickly.

  The strong crew member who seemed to be the leader, with the help of others, carried the injured crew member on his back and followed them out.

  No one in the tavern stopped them...

  Magician Benjamin didn't say anything else. When he left, he just patted Roy's shoulders, placed a pile of kohler on the table, and took away the bottles of unfinished sparkling wine.

  He walked at the back, and the crew members at the door were obviously waiting for him.

  They ran very fast, and instead of walking along Brown Street towards the city, they followed the stone steps extending from the edge of the pub to the seaside and went into the dense woods.

  At this time, the waitress who had the courage to take the opportunity to check the situation behind the alley screamed from behind:

  'ah! '

  Roy has a big head, and things seem to be getting worse...

  …

  This was the first time Roy witnessed someone using a knife in front of him, and there was no fierce fighting scene.

  Both sides were very ruthless, and it took less than a quarter of an hour from the time of bloodshed to the time when the crew members escaped.

  By this time, it was already too late for Roy to leave.

  In fact, there was no way he could just slap his ass and leave, because both the boss of the tavern and the waitress knew him.

  We all live on Brown Street, and even if we can't call each other by name, at least we meet each other often.

  Jefferson fell behind the alley of the tavern. He was wiped by the crew on his neck. The blood dyed his old leather armor red. The clothes on his body were still there, the bloody dagger in his hand was also there, and the money in his pocket was also there. Yes, though there are simply not a few Kohler in that pocket.

  The boss of the tavern seemed very calm. When he asked Roy to stay, he ran out to find the elf patrol at Castletown Port.

  Roy had just seen three elf guards at Liberty Goddess Temple handling cases there. At this time, he saw three elf guards rushing here. They were wearing light armor and wearing Elf long sword looks very uncommon martial heroism.

  Roy thought to himself: These elf guards are really busy.

  But at this time, he didn't dare to complain casually, he just obediently and honestly sat next to the waitress.

  …

  The elf patrol began to confirm Jefferson's identity, and Roy discovered that the boss and waitress of the tavern also knew the deceased Jefferson.

  Then several elf patrols began to investigate the cause of the incident:

  According to the boss of the tavern, touching little hands is nothing. Moreover, Jefferson and Lucy simply knew each other. The reason why the two had some disputes was because Jefferson wanted to buy a glass of wine on credit, and the waitress Lucy was worried that she would not accept the credit later. , don't want to pay for him.

  And those human warriors would fight with Jefferson, just to help Lucy out of the siege, but Jefferson's reaction was a bit excessive, and he used a knife on the group of human warriors, and one of them fell down first.

  The enraged humans dragged Jefferson into a back alley for the time being.

  Everyone thought Jefferson would get a beating and wait for the elf guards to arrive.

  But didn't expect those human warriors to be very tough and wiped Jefferson's neck directly...

  The boss of the tavern described the incident very objectively and did not favor anyone.

  …

  Miss Lucy, the waiter in the tavern, looked aggrieved.

  He admitted that he and Darkmoon Elf Jefferson met at a square dance.

  Twice when she got tired from dancing, Lucy took Jefferson home for the night. The elves all believed in the feelings that arose from such a short time together...

  But later Lucy discovered that Jefferson didn't have a serious job. He usually took on some shady tasks to earn a little money. When he had money, he usually spent it casually. When he had no money, he tightened his belt and went out to find work.

  the past few days Jefferson was tight on money, so he didn't pay much attention to him these past few days.

  Normally, under such circumstances, Jefferson would disappear quietly for a few days, and when he had more money, he would reappear with a bouquet of flowers.

  But didn't expect this guy to actually come to the tavern in the morning and sit there for a long time, and he still wouldn't leave...

  If he hadn't pestered Lucy and wanted Lucy to buy him another drink, the next thing wouldn't have happened.

  The elf guard who recorded these things looked at the waitress with contempt, and there was no eye contact during the whole process.

  …

  A fair-faced elf guard sat opposite Roy, with two glasses of water on the table.

  The elf guard had a keen eye and liked to stare into Roy's eyes when asking questions. He asked Roy many questions.

  Roy answered truthfully.

  For example, when the two parties met on the dock, he promised to be their guide...

  For example, this group of crew members booked a few rooms in the Wood House Hotel, and then went to the Linhai Tavern to drink...

  Another example is that they came over on a five-masted sailing ship and just got off the ship...

  elf The patrolman held a delicate quill pen and recorded what Roy said word for word on a piece of white paper.

  "If we have anything, we will come back to you again."

  elf The patrolman said to Roy with a straight face.

  Roy was honestly nodded. After being interrogated by the elf patrol, he stood aside dejectedly.

  In order to find out some news about the outside world, it is really not worth it for me to be involved in such a chaos in an unfathomable mystery.

  elf The rangers took away Jefferson's body.

  elf's life is very precious, but the patrols will continue to investigate this matter, but now they don't have enough manpower, so they are not in a hurry to track down the murderers.

  Of course, no one will admit that this has anything to do with 'Jefferson is a Darkmoon Elf'.

  The tavern did not seem to be affected by this. Before the elf guards left, the waitress began to wipe the blood on the floor with a mop.

  The tavern boss also returns to the tavern's wood house to rest.

  There is no damage to the tavern. The elf patrols will track down the murderer based on existing clues. Simply no one pays attention to Roy.

  Roy realized that he had nothing to do, so he walked outside the tavern and happened to see a thin elf cowering away from the three elf guards. He was holding a package in his arms and stuck one's head around to look for Erdi walked in from outside.

  When he passed by Roy, Roy glanced casually and saw a few basil leaves on his pants, as if he had just walked through the woods...

  His hair was a mess. He probably hadn't washed it for a long time, and he was worried that it would stick up, so he soaked some water and sipped it down forcefully.

  Walk out of the pub...

  Roy stopped abruptly. He suddenly thought that the only place with basil trees growing nearby was outside the walls of Liberty Goddess Temple. There were simply no such things in other places.

  The man I saw climbing over the wall of Liberty Goddess Temple this morning...could it be him?

  (End of chapter)