"I am Denser Simpson, captain of the first squadron of the second battalion of the Seventh Knights of Ophelia. Our duty is to ensure the safety of Her Royal Highness Princess Ophelia. Without the authorization of Her Royal Highness the Princess, we have no right to deal with this matter.

thing."

After saying this, he couldn't help but glance at the manor on the cliff not far away.

In Captain Simpson's eyes, Roy saw his answer to this matter...

So Roy didn't hesitate much, nor did he think that relying on these indignant coachmen, he could capture the ship.

He started running uphill towards the castle...

"Watch him..."

Captain Simpson yelled.

Not to stop or catch, but to watch. This is enough to express the squadron leader's position.

Over the years, due to their beautiful appearance, elves and naga have always been the first choice for slave traders to capture, and they will transport the captured slaves to the human kingdom by boat.

Although the elves deeply hate this behavior, they have never been able to completely eradicate it.

Roy ran all the way along the slope, until his throat was about to smoke, and then he rushed to the gate of the manor.

Two elven guards rode behind them.

Arriving at the gate of the manor, Roy was stopped again by the elf guard at the gate:

"You can't go in!"

…

Wagner Claire and several young elves were sitting in a pavilion in the front yard.

You can also hear beautiful music here, and you can also see the beautiful elves spinning on the dance floor...

No one likes dancing with young male elves.

Because during the dance, they will appear very reserved.

Sometimes I don’t even know where to put my hands.

Sometimes hugging the girls' waists will leave red fingerprints on the girls' waists. Their bodies will be stiff and their dancing postures will not be graceful. What's more, the dance steps will occasionally go wrong. Once they step on their feet, it will be really troublesome.

His conversation is not knowledgeable, his chat is not humorous enough, and he occasionally makes very childish remarks.

No one comes here just to entertain children...

So Claire, who had a delicate face, could only sit quietly by the dance floor, chatting with a group of young elves who were also disliked by the girls.

He secretly looked at Princess Ophelia on the dance floor.

The dance is graceful, and every move can even be called a textbook standard.

She was the focus of everyone's eyes on the dance floor, with a gentle smile always showing on her beautiful face. Claire regretted not signing up for her literature and history class earlier.

At this moment, Claire seemed to hear the crisp sound of horse hooves stepping on the stone ground when the war horse was running...

'Da da da da...'

He turned to look at the gate of the manor.

The fountain is not far from the gate, but there are lights at the gate of the manor, so you can see what's going on there.

Then he saw a figure appear at the gate, negotiating something with the elf guard at the gate.

He suddenly became energetic.

He ran up in a hurry at such a late hour, chasing the elf guard behind him. Something must have happened.

Such excitement is worth visiting...

Thinking of this, Claire immediately stood up and ran towards the gate without even saying hello to her friends around her.
Chapter completed!