teacher

  Claire was a little dumbfounded...

  Because he saw Roy.

  Roy was standing outside the gate wearing a suit of ill-fitting clothes and was covered in injuries, and he was seriously injured.

  He was stopped by the elf guard at the door. Although Roy tried his best to explain, the elf guard did not get out of the way and let Roy enter the manor.

  'Gunny Steve...'

  Although Roy had a lot of bandages on his body in the morning, he was definitely not as embarrassed as he is now. He looked really miserable...

  As for the culprit who caused all this, Claire directly defined him as Steve.

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

  "Roy, did Steve ask someone to do something? Damn it, open the door quickly."

  Claire shook the big iron door frantically and shouted at the elf guard outside.

  The young elves who were chatting with Claire also ran over and stood behind Claire. They had never seen this delicate and pretty, even overly feminine Claire, being so rough. one side.

  The door was pushed open by the elf guard...

  Claire charge ahead.

  "Claire, why are you here?"

  Roy didn't expect to see Claire here, greeted him and walked inside.

  The elf guard guarding the door wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Claire saying, "This is my friend."

  The two elf guards following behind did not dare to take it lightly and continued to follow Roy closely.

  They didn't step forward to stop him, but were slightly relaxed when they saw that there was an elf noble who knew Roy in the manor.

  Roy didn't want to waste time at the door, so he walked quickly inside...

  Claire chased behind loudly said:

  "Of course I'm here for the dance... Steve is here too. I saw him just now. Come on, let's go find him together!"

  The group of young elf nobles following Claire were still confused, but they were stimulated by Claire's words and screamed with excitement.

  They never knew Claire had such a violent side.

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

  "Um, please listen to me carefully, Claire. It's not Steve this time. To be precise, I'm in a little trouble. My friend was detained on a ship by a group of slave traders. I hope to see Ophelia. Princess, I want to ask her to do me a favor..."

  "Her Highness the Princess is dancing in the manor. I will take you there."

  Claire took Roy's arm and ran with him into the manor.

  Followed by several young elves, everyone heard that there were slave traders at the port and that the elf was detained on the ship. They were filled with indignation and followed them one by one as if they had been given blood.

  Castletown Port hasn't had any decent news for a long time...

  Roy rushed to the edge of the dance floor and saw a group of elf nobles dancing on the dance floor to soothing music. Everyone was wearing exquisite dresses and chatting together in small groups outside the dance floor.

  Some elves standing on the edge of the dance floor saw the embarrassed Roy and were curious about how this human being broke into the manor...

  Some noble ladies backed away in fear.

  Immediately some young elves came up next to 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, simply unable to find the Ophelia Princess whom The Simpsons platform was talking about.

  At this time, the two elf guards following behind also took the initiative to approach.

  In fact, they are also worried that the story Roy spun is actually a lie, and the real purpose is to cause trouble...

  Claire saw Roy's embarrassment. He was standing on the edge of the dance floor at a loss, so he took the initiative to hold Roy's arm and said:

  "Follow me, Her Highness the Princess is over there..."

  On the dance floor, more and more elf nobles noticed the strange movement here.

  Even Steve, who was chatting with his friends in the corner, craned his neck and looked over...

  Miss Belle Claire let go of the elf noble, and was a little surprised to see the younger brother actually brought a human being covered with injuries into the dance floor, moved towards Princess Ophelia and walked over...

  My friend Miriam Tallis on the side pulled Belle's arm, covered her little mouth and asked secretly:

  "Belle, what is your younger brother doing?"

  Belle shook her head while pushing aside the crowd, moved towards Wagner Claire and chased after him.

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

  A young elf with a straight body stood out from the crowd, stopped in front of Roy and Claire, stared at Roy with an unkind expression and asked:

  "Who is your Excellency? I wonder if you have an invitation letter to this ball?"

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

  Claire moved towards the youngster who blocked their way and said loudly.

  At this time, the music of the dance had stopped, and all the elves on the dance floor looked over. No one knew what had happened, and they only saw a human being with wounds all over his body appearing at the dance.

  Princess Ophelia also heard the shouts here. She dodged Wilson Griffith who was trying to block her with his body, and walked toward the crowd with her long skirt in hand.

  Seeing Princess Ophelia approaching, the elves in front of her stepped back to both sides.

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

  But when she saw Roy, she immediately recognized this semi-elf in the Academy who dared to question her teaching methods behind her back——

  The note in the directory stated that he was a half-elf and his name was Roy. She remembered it clearly.

  However, the Roy in front of him was covered in injuries. If Claire hadn't supported him, he might not be able to stand still.

  "Roy, this is Ophelia, Her Highness the Princess!"

  Claire whispered in Roy's ear.

  He immediately supported his friend and saluted Princess Ophelia.

  Roy was actually a little dumbfounded at this time.

  He didn't expect that Princess Ophelia, who barged into the dance tonight to meet, was actually the teacher of the elf's modern history class.

  Although he knew that the Academy teacher in the Arts and History Department was also named Ophelia Princess, he just didn't think about it in this regard.

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

  In fact, if Roy just greets Princess Ophelia.

  No one will think anything of it.

  But the word "teacher" is tantamount to bringing the relationship between him and Princess Ophelia closer.

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

  He is really his student, but the Academy will arrange 200 students like him for her every year, and at least half of them will not be able to name them when they graduate...

  "Roy, you want to see me?"

  Princess Ophelia asked doubtfully.

  Not only Roy was shocked, but the elf nobles on the side were also very surprised. Princess Ophelia actually called out this person's name...

  Roy finally has such a rare opportunity, and of course you can't miss it:

  "Teacher, I met... at night. Now my companion, Jasper, the trainee priest of Liberty Goddess Temple, is still trapped in that boat."

  Roy recounted what happened that night in front of everyone.

  When they heard that there was a slave ship anchored in the port, all the young elf nobles around also changed their colors.

  The young elves gathered all around began to talk. Everyone was a little confused. Who gave these slave traders the courage to dock the ship in Castletown Harbor so just and honorable? Not only that , actually dared to hijack Castletown's elf on the dock...

  "Understood!"

  Princess Ophelia finally knew how the student in front of her could rush into the manor, and then calmly asked the elf guards:

  "Where's your Captain?"

  Before the words could even be finished, Mr. Simpson walked out of the crowd and saluted Princess Ophelia:

  "Denzel Simpson is always at your service,"

  Princess Ophelia nodded and ordered extremely calmly:

  "Chief Simpson Platoon, take your people and rush to the Castletown Port Terminal immediately!"

  Captain Simpson immediately said: "Yes, Her Highness the Princess!"

  This time, there were only fifty elf guards accompanying Princess Ophelia to the seaside manor, but each of them was an elf warrior riding a mutated war horse.

  Simpson Platform gave a long command, and all the elf warriors began to gather quickly.

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

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

  A group of elf nobles gathered around, and Princess Ophelia said with a serious face:

  "I don't know where those slave traders came from, but their appearance in Castletown Port is trampling on the laws of the Silvermoon Elf Kingdom and showing unreasonable contempt for all elf warriors in Castletown City. Now...I I hope that Castletown elf warriors can unite as one. I am here to call on all young and promising elf warriors to use the weapons in your hands to safeguard the inviolable freedom of elf people..."

  "I don't think you all here want to let those disgusting slave traders go!"

  "Don't let those slave traders go!"

  All the young elves around were almost shouting loudly.

  "Catch those slavers."

  "Hang them from a tree!"

  "Exile them to the Evernight Forest to mine..."

  There are already young elves running quickly towards the gate of the manor and heading to the port dock.

  Roy was also among the crowd, watching Princess Ophelia walking down from the high platform with a calm face, and said calmly:

  "If you can still persist, let's go to the port terminal together!"

  Roy quickly stood up straight and said to Princess Ophelia with gratitude: "Thank you, Princess Ophelia..."

  "You should call me teacher, remember... you must concentrate one's mind during class, pay attention to the lecture, otherwise no matter what the reason, I will still sentence you to retake this elf modern history..."

  "Yes, teacher!"

  Roy followed honestly and agreed.

  Fifty elf warriors rushed to the front, rushing down the slope of the manor towards the port pier, followed by a group of elf nobles...

  (End of chapter)