Seeing the familiar face of the elf guard, Roy could only show a wry smile and said helplessly:
"I don't want to be like this, but troubles always keep coming. No matter what... I still want to thank you two. If I hadn't met you here, I might have been dragged into the sea by that guy and turned into fertilizer."
Under the heavy fog, the sound of waves in the distance made Roy uncomfortable. He always felt that the Naga killer was hiding nearby...
"Have you seen the appearance of the Naga killer?" the elf patrol asked Roy.
"I saw it." Roy replied honestly.
The elf guard opened the book and wanted to record some details, so he asked again:
"What does he look like?"
Roy hesitated: "He looks...don't all the men of the Naga Sea Clan have similar faces?"
It's really indescribable, covered in scales, hideous face, human body and fish tail...
Aren’t all Naga men like this?
"That's true..."
Another elf guard somewhat understood Roy's difficulties...
Then, the elf patrol who had met Roy twice recorded in the book: Nagahai tribe, adult male, 350 centimeters long, holding a delicate short dagger, strong and strong, with
Murder experience.
The elf guard looked at Roy and asked him:
"Did he say anything to you?"
Roy thought about it carefully and then said hesitantly: "No... does roaring count?"
The elf guard looked at Roy speechlessly.
"Roy, do you know that two more human sailors died on the beach last night?"
"have no idea."
"Why did he come to you?" the elf patrol then asked.
Roy made a gesture of no comment:
"Maybe it's because I often fish around here."
The elf guard approached Roy and warned him softly:
"You must have provoked them somewhere. Also, let me tell you, they have a strong desire for revenge. As long as they are targeted, they will fight to the death. You'd better be careful these days. Okay, you can leave.
."
"Got it, sir." Roy agreed.
If you don't leave, you'll probably be late for school.
Roy stood up with some difficulty. The two elf guards made way, and he limped off the beach.
…
Walking back to Brown Street, the heavy fog that filled the street had begun to dissipate.
There was a group of elves standing at the pharmacy at the corner of the street. The proprietress of the pharmacy, Mrs. Winnie, was among the crowd. The night saber was crawling at her feet, occasionally waving its whip-like tail.
When Roy passed by from the opposite side, he didn't even look at Roy.
The elves at the door of the pharmacy were discussing what had just happened and ignored Roy who was passing by on the opposite side of the street...
If they looked carefully, they would find that Roy was still wearing the tattered clothes stained with blood.
After returning home, Roy simply treated the wound.
The elf guard had helped him stop the bleeding, and he just wrapped the wound with a linen strip.
He changed into clean clothes and hurried to the street without going to the temple for treatment.
A long carriage happened to be parked at the corner of the street. Roy ran two steps quickly before being the last one to squeeze into the carriage...
Linen was wrapped around his neck and arms. Fortunately, there were still empty seats on the long rows of benches in the carriage. He chose a corner to sit down, and he could still hear someone in the carriage talking:
'Did you hear that the Naga killer came out and killed someone again last night...'
…
The long carriage stopped at the entrance of the Elf Academy, and Roy got off the carriage behind the crowd.
Just before class started, the entrance to the college seemed very busy, with a large number of elf students pouring into the college.
Roy was thinking about joining the class when Claire jumped out of nowhere and reached out to pat Roy's injured arm.
"Roy, you broke your promise!"
Claire said angrily:
"I've been waiting for you here all morning, and you didn't come until class was almost over!"
Roy almost shouted. He quickly hugged the injured arm and said to Claire:
"If I hadn't been lucky this morning, it's very likely that you would never see me again. However, I do want to apologize to you for being late this morning!"
At this time, Claire saw that Roy had linen bandages wrapped around his neck and arms, and the bandages on his arms actually oozed some blood.
Claire immediately thought of their common enemy Steve and said angrily:
"Did that guy Steve do that to you?"
Roy saw the elves at the entrance of the college hurriedly walking into the campus. He guessed that class time must be coming soon. Last time he was late, instructor Abbott Nora asked him to run two laps on the training ground. This time If not, I might have to run to the end of get out of class in one breath...
So he motioned for the two of them to walk into the academy together, explaining at the same time:
"It's not him. I don't understand what's going on. Recently, a Naga ran near my house. I was targeted by him."
Claire said with concern: "Nagahai tribe...are you okay?"
"If something happens, it's impossible to come to class." Roy said casually.
Claire seemed to have thought of something, lowered her head and groped around at her belt twice, and pulled out two bottles of tree sap of life from her belt.
God knows how he managed to insert the entire bottle of the Tree of Life into his waistband.
"Just in time, I brought two more bottles of life sap for you!" Claire said very generously.
Roy looked at the two bottles of tree of life sap that still showed light green color. Although the tree of life sap had been diluted, it was not diluted into the kind that Roy usually drank...
It should be specially provided for nobles, and it must be expensive.
"You should keep it for yourself. I am a half-elf, and drinking the sap of the tree of life is only half effective. I have other ways." Roy refused.
Claire looked at the tree sap of life in her hand. Although she was a little surprised by Roy's rejection, she did not persuade her. She just added:
"Then do you want to drink some life potion?"
"I still have it!"
After Roy finished speaking, he took out the corked test tube bottle from his pocket and shook the light red liquid inside...
While they were talking, the two of them had already entered the college.
Crossing a lawn and arriving at the training ground, the bell for class has not yet rang, and many students are gathered here waiting for class.
Everyone gathered together in twos and threes.
Some people are chatting, and some are still discussing the dismantling movements of martial arts.
…
As soon as Roy and Claire sat down in the corner of the training ground, Steve came up from behind with a few friends.
They saw Roy and Claire at the school gate.
Because they were on campus, Steve didn't intend to pay attention to them at first, but then he saw Claire take out two bottles of life sap from her magic belt, and murmured to Roy along the way. Later, Roy even
He took out another bottle of life potion...
What kind of behavior is this? It is obvious that the two of them are studying the fight at noon, and even prepared the recovery and treatment potions early...
Steve followed the two of them until they sat down on the lawn in the corner of the training ground, then walked up with his friend and said sarcastically to Claire:
"You are really capable. In order to deal with me, you even prepared life sap and healing potion..."
Before he finished speaking, Steve saw the bandages on Roy's body, and even saw the linen bandage wrapped around Roy's body from his collar.
Claire stood up unceremoniously and said to Steve:
"Steve, if you want to fight, let's meet at the same place..."
"Forget it, I'll give you a few days to recover." Steve turned around and planned to leave with his friends.
But after taking two steps out, Steve suddenly stopped, then turned around and said to Claire:
"As an elegant, noble, and tasteful Silver Moon Elf, I am very opposed to this kind of street fighting. Claire, since the grudge between us cannot be resolved, do you dare to find a time to resolve it in the arena? Only the winner can do it.
Only people can walk out standing!"
"Why don't you dare to do this? I will definitely knock you down when the time comes!" Claire said not to be outdone.
Claire has been fighting these past two days.
Steve's words completely aroused his fighting spirit.
Although Claire's body still couldn't help but tremble when he said these words, his momentum was not weak at all.
"Then it's a deal." Steve showed a proud smile.
This is what he wants.
Young elven nobles often have conflicts with each other over trivial matters. The purpose of the gladiatorial arena is to resolve some irreconcilable conflicts.
Of course the lives of elves are very precious.
In the arena, you basically beat the opponent until they lie on the ground and can't get up.
Steve originally wanted to bully Claire in the elementary martial arts training class, but he didn't expect that Wagner Claire, who usually looked soft and weak, was actually so bloody.
He stood in front of Claire, smiled and said to him:
"Claire, to be honest, I'm actually quite surprised. I didn't expect that the most timid little rabbit in Claire's family would have the courage to fight..."
"That's not all you didn't expect." Claire replied.
In this elementary martial arts training class, Roy was injured, so he couldn't do some moves and could only keep them in mind.
He didn't even pass the coherent movements of the first martial arts move. This time, because of his injury, it affected his learning of the dismantling of the second set of moves. Instructor Nora had already begun to prepare to focus on taking care of him.
This also made Roy a little worried, but what he was most worried about was the Naga killer...
After Instructor Nora finished the second set of disassembly moves, and before get out of class ended, Roy finally managed to get next to Instructor Nora and asked her for advice very humbly.
For example... when someone launches a sneak attack on him from behind, what method will he use to fight back?
Another example... when someone who is slightly taller and stronger than him grabs his neck, how should he fight back and break free...
Before answering these questions, instructor Nora also looked at the bandages on Roy's neck and arms.
After thinking for a while, I finally taught Roy two simple and effective counterattack methods.