Path of light

Chapter 26 26. News of death

Roy was holding two books and was about to run out to the Elf Academy. It had been raining continuously in the past few days. The water in the Danne River had surged, and the water in the entire river was very turbid.

As soon as I left the house, I saw two elves patrolling the street outside the courtyard, looking like they were checking the house numbers.

This is located on the edge of Xiacheng District near the port. There are many buildings here that are randomly built wooden houses, which looks a bit messy.

"Who are you looking for?" Roy asked the two elf guards.

He recognized one of the elf guards, having seen him in the tavern a few days ago.

The elf guard saw Roy's appearance and asked with some uncertainty:

"Are you Roy?"

"Yes, I am."

The elf patrol immediately stood in front of Roy, looking at Roy, and said: "Peleeus is dead. We found his body in a sewage ditch near his home. Now we want to invite you." Go over and identify if the elf you saw climbing over the wall that morning was him..."

"Can it be as soon as possible? I have to rush to the Elf Academy for classes." Roy patted the books in his arms.

The elf patrol pointed to a listening carriage at the corner of the street and responded: "I won't waste much time, just identify it."

"Oh well……"

In fact, whether Roy agrees or not, the final result is the same.

The common people in the lower city area do not have any privileges, but the nobles in the upper city area are another matter...

When Roy got into the Guards' carriage, Sabrina just walked out of the house with a book in her arms.

…

The carriages of the Guards drove through the streets and alleys on the noisy streets.

The sun shines brightly in the morning, and the elves living in the lower city begin their day's work.

Roy sat in the carriage, and two elf guards sat opposite him. They wore light leather armor, and the swords at their waists were hung on the buckles of the car door.

He briefly told the elf guard how he met the elf thief that morning.

The elf guard who had met Roy once suddenly asked:

"Were you there when Jefferson died?"

Roy answered calmly: "Yes."

Another younger elf guard complained: "What a coincidence."

Roy glanced at the elf guard and said:

"Every elf has bad luck sometimes, doesn't he?"

Then he stopped talking and the carriage became very dull.

Fortunately, the destination was not too far away. It was a cemetery on the edge of the lower city. Graves could be seen everywhere on the hillside, and the grassy slopes around the graves were very neatly trimmed.

The body of the elf thief has been transported here.

Roy thought he would be dragged to the crime scene, but he didn't expect to follow two elf guards into a cemetery in the lower city.

Walking into a somewhat gloomy building, passing through a long corridor, we arrived at a morgue.

There was a strong musty smell at the door of the room, and it was extremely damp inside.

Roy walked in with the elf guards. There was no light coming in. There was a wall lamp every three meters, but the wick only had a flame the size of a soybean, emitting a faint light.

Roy smelled something bad.

The elven thief lay on a morgue, covered only with a linen cloth.

The elf guard took the initiative to step forward and lifted off the linen covering his head, revealing the twisted face inside, bloodless...

It was a face that was twisted in fear. There was a very clear arrow hole on his forehead between his eyebrows. This was probably a fatal wound.

The corpse had begun to rot and gave off a disgusting stench.

The two elf guards covered their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, and Roy suppressed the desire to vomit and looked carefully.

Although his face was distorted, Roy was still sure that the elf lying on the morgue was the elf thief, because his appearance was so ordinary that he was considered an outlier among mixed-blood elves...

"That was him I saw that day." Roy said with certainty.

The elf guard nodded and put the linen cloth over his head again.

The three of them did not stay in the morgue, but turned and walked out.

"So has the Holy Grail been found?" Roy asked curiously.

"Not yet. When we arrived at his house, it had already been searched in advance." The elf guard said.

Roy looked up at the sky. The coolness of the morning had begun to dissipate.

Then he asked: "So can I go to school now?"

"Of course!" the elf patrol responded.

This place is still far away from the Elf Academy in the upper city, so he said to Roy: "If you have any clues, you can come directly to the guard team to find me. I am responsible for the security of the port."

"Okay, Lord Patrolman." Roy replied respectfully.

Roy was thinking about the reward for providing the information, but the two elf guards didn't even mention it...

…

When Roy ran to the Elf Academy, he was already halfway through the first major class.

The entire academy was quiet, except for the training ground, which was crowded with students.

In Elf Academy, being late is not a serious matter.

Many teachers don't even care how many students are absent from their classes. Elf Academy's student management system is extremely loose.

It is easy to get into school but difficult to graduate.

If you fail the final assessment and defense, you will definitely have to retake it next year...

However, if a student rushes in rashly during class, he or she will most likely be kicked out by the teacher.

The elementary martial arts training class was an outdoor class on the training ground. Roy also found the right opportunity and got into the running team.

Claire, who was mixed in the team, saw Roy coming, deliberately slowed down, came to Roy and said happily:

"I thought you wouldn't come."

"Why do you think so?" Roy replied breathlessly.

"Steve has been looking for trouble for you these past two days. I'm worried that you will be scared away by him..." Claire chuckled and said.

Roy rolled his eyes at him angrily.

After everyone ran around the training ground for two rounds, they began to prepare to learn some basic movements of elementary martial arts.

At this time, instructor Abbott Nora, who was standing in front of the team, put his hands on his hips and shouted loudly:

"Roy, get out of the queue!"

Roy knew he couldn't escape this time, so he had no choice but to walk out of the team.

"Keep running!" Instructor Nora ordered.

Roy didn't hesitate and immediately continued running around the training ground.

Other students have already begun to learn the dismantling movements of martial arts, but Roy is still running...

However, after Roy ran two laps without fail, he was called back by instructor Nora.

"Next time you are late, you will run until the end of get out of class." Instructor Nora said with a straight face.

"yes."

"Enter the queue!"

Roy learned these basic martial arts movements very seriously.

But he was helpless to find that the martial arts movements that many elves around him could easily complete were very difficult for him. Either the movements were not in place, or his hands and feet were uncoordinated...

No matter how hard I practice, my movements are clumsy and stiff.

During the break, Claire complained beside Roy:

"You really have no foundation at all."

Roy said nothing and lay exhausted on the grass.

Claire asked him: "Besides the elementary martial arts class, what else have you signed up for?"

"Geography Lessons and Modern Elven History."

Claire sat on the grass, stretched out her hands, and said somewhat speechlessly: "It's really different from all my classes. How did you choose..."