Roy was wearing a suit of ill-fitting clothes and standing outside the gate with injuries all over his body, 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 guards outside.
The young elves who were chatting with Claire also ran over at this time and stood behind Claire. They had never seen Claire, who had a delicate face and even a somewhat overly feminine face, actually have such a rough side.
The door was pushed open by the elf guard...
Claire rushes out.
"Claire, why are you here?"
Roy didn't expect to see Claire here, so he 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 did not step forward to stop him. They were relieved to see that there were actually elf nobles and Roy who knew each other in the manor.
Roy didn't want to waste time at the door, so he walked in quickly...
Claire chased behind and shouted:
"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 that Claire had such a violent side.
Roy was a little helpless. Although his whole body ached and he was out of breath and exhausted, 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..."
"Your Royal Highness, she is dancing in the manor. I will take you there."
Claire took Roy's arm and ran into the manor with him.
Several young elves followed behind them. When they heard that there were slave traders at the port and that the elves were 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 in one breath and saw a group of elven nobles dancing on the dance floor to soothing music. Everyone was wearing exquisite dresses and chatting together in twos and threes 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 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 and could not find the Princess Ophelia that Squadron Leader Simpson 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 Royal Highness is over there..."
On the dance floor, more and more elven nobles noticed the strange movements 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 her younger brother actually leading a human being covered in wounds onto the dance floor and walking towards Princess Ophelia...
My friend Miriam Tallis on the side pulled Belle's arm, covered her little mouth and asked secretly:
"Belle, what are you doing, brother?"
Belle shook her head, pushing aside the crowd and chasing after Wagner Claire.
She was worried that her 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 said loudly to the young man blocking their way.
At this time, the music of the dance had stopped, and all the elves on the dance floor looked here. No one knew what 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 avoided Earl Wilson Griffiths who was trying to block her with his body, and walked toward the gathering place with her long skirt in hand.
Seeing Princess Ophelia approaching, the elves in front of her retreated 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 half-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 helped him, he might not have been able to stand still.
"Roy, this is Her Royal Highness Princess Ophelia!"
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 ball tonight to meet, was actually the teacher of the modern elf history class.
Although he knew that the college teacher of liberal arts and history was also named Princess Ophelia, he just didn't think about it in this regard.
"Princess Ophelia...teacher!" Roy said with some stumble.
In fact, if Roy just greets Princess Ophelia.
No one will think anything of it.
But the word "teacher" was 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 her student, but the college will assign 200 students like him to 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 elven nobles on the side were also very surprised. Princess Ophelia actually called out this person's name...
Roy finally had such a rare opportunity, and of course he couldn't miss it:
"Teacher, I met him at night... and now my companion, Jasper, the trainee priest of the Temple of Liberty, is still trapped in that boat."
Roy told everyone what happened that night again.
When they heard that there was a slave ship moored at the port, the young elven nobles around them all changed their colors.
The young elves gathered around began to discuss, and everyone was a little confused. Who gave these slave traders the courage to dare to dock the ship at Castletown Port so openly? Not only that, but they actually
The elves who dared to kidnap Castletown on the docks...
"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 is your captain?"
Before the words could even be finished, Captain Simpson had already walked out of the crowd and saluted Princess Ophelia:
"Denzel Simpson is always at your service,"
Princess Ophelia nodded and ordered extremely calmly:
"Captain Simpson, take your people and rush to the Castletown Port Terminal immediately!"
Squadron Leader Simpson immediately said: "Yes, Your Highness Princess!"
There were only fifty elf guards accompanying Princess Ophelia to the seaside manor this time, but each one of them was an elf warrior riding a mutated war horse.
Squadron Leader Simpson gave the order, and all the elf warriors began to assemble quickly.
The manor was also in chaos, and some elven nobles were even preparing to go home to gather help.
At this time, Princess Ophelia was holding up her skirt and standing on a high platform.
A group of elven nobles gathered around, and Princess Ophelia said with a straight face and a serious expression:
"I don't know where those slave traders came from, but their appearance in Castletown Port is trampling on the laws of the Silver Moon Elf Kingdom and showing unreasonable contempt for all the elven warriors in Castletown City. Now...
I hope that the Castletown elves can unite as one, and 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 the elves..."
"I don't think you all here want to let those disgusting slave traders go!"
"Don't let those slave traders go!"
Almost all the young elves around were shouting loudly.
"Catch those slave traders."
"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 crowded in the crowd, watching Princess Ophelia walking down from the high platform calmly, 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 during class and pay attention. Otherwise, no matter what the reason is, I will sentence you to retake this course of modern elf history..."
"is teacher!"
Roy followed behind and agreed honestly.
Fifty elven warriors rushed at the front, rushing down the slope of the manor towards the port dock, followed by a group of elven nobles...