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Roy leads the crew down Brown Street...

The port city in the Elf World is quite unique. Many buildings are very beautifully built, but these houses facing the street cannot see the gardens in the yards behind them.

Even if elves have yards, they usually don't grow vegetables in them.

 They like to raise some flowers and plants, then prune them neatly, and plant one or two fruit trees at most.

Gardening is also an art to the elves.

The crew members would always look around at the exquisite buildings curiously, and they would stare at the elf women non-stop. Whether they were young or elderly, they would first glance at their faces, and then their eyes would follow their necks. Down, chest, slim waist, buttocks...

　　Occasionally, they would communicate with each other in Imperial language that Roy could not understand.

Maybe it's because of drinking the sap of the world tree. Even if elf women live for six or seven hundred years, they won't look very old. At most, they will have some less obvious wrinkles in certain places on their faces.

To these crew members, they could not tell at all that the elf woman watering the flowers in front was two hundred years older than his great-great-grandmother.

These crew members will become very attentive again when they hear Roy introducing the street shops.

Everyone even stopped for a while in front of Mrs. Winnie's pharmacy at the corner of the street. The shelves outside the pharmacy were filled with flower pots. The flower pots were not the common flowers, but some flowers that Roy couldn't distinguish. Out came the magic herbs.

 According to Ms. Belinda, these most basic knowledge are for Roy to learn slowly after he goes to school.

But this group of people obviously stayed at the door of the pharmacy for a little longer. Although they were already very restrained, Roy could still see the desire in their eyes.

The young magician introduced himself as Benjamin, and Roy had no way of communicating with the other crew members, so there was no need to know each of their names.

 In fact, even the name of the young magician seemed fake to Roy.

Every time he called 'Benjamin', the young magician's reaction was not so timely, not that instinctive reaction.

In this regard, the explanation given by the magician Benjamin to Roy was that this was the first time someone called his name in Elvish.

 Since these crew members were generous, Roy was not prepared to argue with them.

"I only know where there is a tavern, but I have never been in it."

Roy said to the young magician Benjamin.

Magician Benjamin invited Roy: "Let's go in and see it together later."

"I know a pub with a good reputation..." Roy said, pointing to a semi-open-air pub at the end of Brown Street.

This is the end of Brown Street. The pub is built on the cliff facing the sea. The terrace hangs outside the cliff. It is a great viewing platform. Half of the terrace is hidden under the shade of trees.

 If you want to go to the beach from here, you have to go around the back alley and walk up a long set of stone steps.

Elves are good at designing such ingenious buildings and like to integrate natural scenery into gardens.

This tavern is very atmospheric. It is a small house that looks very simple. It is filled with various drinking utensils. A mixed aroma of wine can be heard from the door.

 There were only six tables on the terrace with a view of the sea, and there were no people in the pub at this time.

Magician Benjamin came to the terrace, holding the railing just enough to see the bustling pier, and said excitedly to Roy:

"Yes, this is a place like this. We need a tavern like this to have a good drink. You may not be able to imagine how boring it is to be on the ship for a whole year and a half."

Silver Moon Elves usually like to drink tree sap. These alcoholic drinks are brought from the Dark Moon Elf Kingdom.

The waiter came over with a wine list filled with elven writing. She was a dark moon elf with somewhat gray skin. She was obviously a little timid and kept staring at Roy.

 It seems that among these people, only Roy can give her a sense of security.

Roy had seen her on the street, but he didn't know that she actually worked in this pub.

After asking clearly that the specialty drink here is a kind of sparkling wine, and the price is indeed very affordable, the crew was divided into two tables, and each table ordered two bottles of sparkling wine and stronger rum. There are only some dried fruits and fish as snacks, and no other food.

 The moment the cork was opened...

 'Boom' sound.

　　The bubbling golden wine was poured into the cups in front of the crew members.

The only waitress in the tavern stood behind the bar, looking at the group of human crew members with great curiosity.

The elf was pretty good-looking, with a touch of oil paint on his lips. When he sat down next to the bar, there was no disgust or disdain in his eyes.

 Everyone sat down and drank a glass of sparkling wine, and the topics obviously became more interesting.

Roy didn't drink.

 Because this matter was expressly forbidden by Ms. Belinda, she didn't even allow Roy to be around the bar.

In the eyes of Ms. Belinda, Roy is just a child who can only drink the sap of the world tree.

"How do you solve the food problem? I mean when you are sailing on the sea." Roy asked curiously.

Magician Benjamin took a sip of wine and said with a satisfied face:

"What's the matter? You can catch any fish in the sea." "What's the matter?"

Who doesn't know that you can catch any fish in the sea... Roy complained in his heart.

"Can the people I mentioned eat vegetables on the boat?" Roy continued to ask.

Magician Benjamin suddenly puffed up his chest, his face full of pride and superiority, and answered:

"Of course, my career is as a botanist, and I also need to cultivate some fast-growing vegetables on the ship. The cabbage and tomatoes I grew on the ship are pretty good."

Roy continued to ask curiously: "What about fresh water? If we can't find islands and ports, what will we do if the fresh water stored on the ship is used up after such a long journey? Can we make a living by catching some rainwater?"

Benjamin looked at Roy in astonishment, confirming that he really didn't know, and then explained:

"I thought the elves would be more advanced than us in this aspect..."

The magician made a mold on his waist, then took out a silver-plated square plate from his arms. He turned the side of the silver-plated square plate covered with engraved patterns upwards, and placed a diamond in the gem groove. The crystal flakes lit up some strange magic lines along with the pattern of the square plate, and small water droplets condensed from the square plate.

Seeing these small water droplets splashing on the silver-plated metal plate, Roy realized that they were sailing on the sea and actually relied on magical magic to provide water.

"You have this magic metal plate, so you won't be short of drinking water during the voyage?" Roy asked.

After the magician Benjamin took off the crystal piece, he very carefully wiped the silver-plated metal plate dry with a handkerchief, and then said: "Not only that, many times we even rely on it to take a bath."

Roy felt that these things were so novel, but at the same time he felt a little disappointed. This place was really different from his old world!

"How long have you been here?" Magician Benjamin took another sip of wine.

The sailors next to them were chatting among themselves. Their voices were a bit loud, which seriously damaged the originally quiet atmosphere in the tavern. Fortunately, there was no one in the tavern.

In fact, there was a drinker sitting in the corner. There was also a rum bottle on the table in front of him. Most of the rum in it had been drunk. He looked a little drunk. He lowered his head and counted. The few nuts left on the plate looked bored.

Just looking at his profile, Roy felt that he looked familiar.

"I was born here and have lived here all my life." Roy said casually.

Benjamin asked with envy: "Did you grow up in the elves' country?"

Roy nodded, not understanding why he had to ask again.

 "Then have you been to Buenos City?" Benjamin asked.

Roy immediately shook his head.

The young magician was a little disappointed and took another sip of wine.

 …

On the counter of the tavern is a conch from which the siren's song can be heard.

It looks magical, but in fact it is a magic crystal hidden inside the conch. Engraved on the magic crystal is a set of inscriptions. This thing is very common here. Mrs. Winnie, the proprietress of the pharmacy shop on the street, also has one. The music requires A little more exciting than this.

The elves drinking in the tavern were very quiet, and few people sat around and talked loudly like this group of sailors.

 In the eyes of the elves, this kind of behavior is also a kind of vulgarity.

Roy couldn't help but glance at the drunk man sitting in the corner. The reason why he noticed him was entirely because he had appeared in Ms. Gillian's yard next door...

 Besides selling fish, Ms. Gillian's favorite thing to do is date different male elves, and occasionally she will take them home for the night.

Roy has seen this drunken elf more than once. He has a special appearance and a gray complexion. He should be a Dark Moon elf. Gillian calls him "Jefferson".

Jefferson was wearing a set of old light leather armor. His hair had not been taken care of for a long time and he looked a little sloppy.

He seemed to be waiting for someone. There was half a glass of rum in front of him, and he never drank it all, only taking a small sip at a time.

Roy felt that he definitely didn't want to go up and say hello to him at this time...

 He was a little drunk and kept muttering something in his mouth.

 After he drank the last sip of wine, he glanced at the empty wine glass in his hand with some confusion, and made a crisp snap with the fingers of his left hand.

The young waitress in the tavern quickly walked over holding the wine list.

 She leaned down as much as possible, placed the wine list in front of him, and waited for him to choose a wine.

The drunken Jefferson put one arm around the waitress's soft waist and grabbed the waitress's small hand with the other hand while whispering something in his mouth.

The elf waitress shook her head repeatedly to express her refusal, but Jefferson was still reluctant, and his hand had already grasped the elf waitress's wrist...

"%￥,&…%￥#." (Stop, let go of the girl)

A crew member at the next table said loudly.

  He spoke Imperial dialect, and Roy couldn't understand it well.

But then Roy saw the indignation on his face, stood up suddenly, rushed towards the table in the corner, stretched out his hand and held Jefferson's shoulder.