There was a corpse lying on the floor. "Iron Paddle" Barov's eyes were wide open and his face was dark. There was a petite figure standing in the darkness behind him. She turned her head quickly when she heard the sound, and then picked up the iron hook at hand.
"Did you kill him?" Roma asked. Although this is almost never something that needs confirmation.
"He did it first." The woman said pitifully. Her voice echoed in the cabin, hurting people's eardrums. Whether there was fear or not, Roma couldn't hear it.
The light here was no brighter than in the cabin, but the magic still allowed her to see the woman's face. It was indeed a beautiful face, with lavender skin and short hair full of exotic charm. Roma looked at the body on the floor. He probably had no chance to hear her speak. "If you think about it this way, even if you attack me first, I can kill you."
"Then you can't go to Tide Sound Castle."
"She's scaring you," Sauron told her quietly.
Roma didn't need her to remind her, she had a special way to deal with this situation. "I can swim over, but I'm too lazy to move." She announced, "On the contrary, Miss Half-Elf, no matter why you killed the 'Iron Oar'... If this ship can't take me to Tide Sound Castle, you will die. La."
The woman swung the hook away.
Rama drew the bow string, but his feet did not move at all. The iron hook clattered to the ground two feet away from her boots. The user is undoubtedly a mortal, and her physical strength is not enough to support her in any threatening actions after killing a strong crew member. As soon as the little lion let go, the wooden arrow flew out from the string and accurately nailed the woman's skirt to the wall. With little resistance, she was pulled backwards and rolled to the floor, whimpering in pain.
"What's wrong with her?" Before, the woman held a weapon, and it was easy for Roma to kill her; now that she was weak, Roma didn't want to take action anymore. "It couldn't be that the 'iron oar' really did something to her, right? The captain can also poison the cabin."
"She was indeed poisoned," Sauron said, "but it has nothing to do with the 'Iron Paddle'. This is the curse of the night elves"
"Oh." Roma felt that her recent guesses were ridiculously accurate. Maybe I should be an astrologer. "So...is it the night elf from the High Circle?"
"According to the description on the wanted poster, the fugitive is a pure drow. He is more likely to attack bastards than vampires." Ring agreed, "Maybe she was forced to go to Tide Sound Castle to make a living after meeting him."
"But Tide Sound Castle is the Earl's castle. The Earl of the Bay was assassinated by the night elves. He must have wanted to drive away all the night elves." After being away from Brumnot for so long, Roma understands the thinking of mortals very well. "Perhaps he would have ordered her to be killed."
"That's right. So this ship will not arrive at Tide Sound Castle." The woman came to her senses. She didn't try to struggle, but moved her arms to make herself lie more comfortably. "My name is Ingrid Kumoi."
"Looking at her name, she's not popular," the ring commented.
Roma doesn't pay attention to names. "Not to Chaosheng Castle?"
"I just escaped from there." Ingrid said, "There is no place for me in Knights Bay, unless I go to the island to survive. For this reason, I killed Barov, who originally promised to send me to Fishtail Island of."
"I don't know if what you said is true or not, but 'Iron Paddle' promised me that I would arrive at the castle at dawn... You killed him, and now there is no evidence to tell."
"I'm about to die too." Ingrid didn't refute. She pulled a pipe from her skirt, embers burning through the fabric.
"This is true," the ring also confirmed, "Ask her if she met a fugitive from the bay."
Roma did so, but got no answer. "When I met Dalton, he was not a criminal yet...but it was only a matter of time. Laurent Vigue would not let him go." Ingrid slowly exhaled smoke.
“Who is Laurent Viguet?”
The half-elf coughed and said, "Former Gulf Fleet Commander. It seems that you are also an outsider. There have been many adventurers pouring into Lighthouse Town recently." There was a smell of blood in the smoke she puffed out.
The Gulf War started because the Blood Tribe attacked the Alliance with the help of Eastman's fleet. No wonder Laurent Viguet was the "former" commander. But whatever grudge the former commander had against the wanted criminal was none of her concern. Roma backed away slightly to avoid contact with the smoke. "Soon there will be an adventurer who will avenge you. He is not the only high-level mystic in the bay." These words did not seem like comfort.
Ingrid didn't respond. "No matter what you say, I will not go to Tidecast Castle. You want to kill me just to end my pain."
If the night elf fugitive lying here was the night elf fugitive, maybe Roma would give him a treat, but no matter whether the half-elf lady lied to her or not, the little lion couldn't do anything for a while. "You're so pathetic," she blurted.
"I brought it upon myself, so you don't have to pity me."
"Maybe you don't need pity, but it's my business to pity you," she insisted. "I don't care what happens to Barov. He is a profiteer. He charged me ten times the price when he boarded the ship. Come with me to Tidecast Castle, Miss Ingrid. There is someone there who can help you." Your Excellency Helen is Apart from Larsen, it was the closest thing to her in the tower, and the witch always had a way of dealing with curses.
The half-elf glanced at her and said, "You are... a lion-man."
For a moment, Roma thought he had been exposed. But she made sure her boots and gloves were still firmly on her fingers, and her blond hair hadn't fallen out of her hat. "Who is the Lion Man?" She pretended to look down at the body of "Iron Paddle".
"My father said in his diary that the eyes of lions are different from those of humans. Even if they try their best to restrain their beastly side, the nature in their bones will be projected on the details of their bodies." Ingrid Kumoi said, "I am in you Smell freedom.”
Heather on top. "I didn't think anyone's nose could be used that well." Roma muttered.
"I'm only half a person. I mainly rely on my father's experience to recognize you."
"Is your father a night elf?" she asked subconsciously.
"No, my father is Wolfgang Barsintasis, maybe you have heard of his name."
Unbelievable. "White Night Knight?"
"I have never heard of the relevant legend, Miss Roma Penelope. Why did you call him 'The Knight of the White Night'?" Ingrid tilted her head. Roma felt her eyes fall on her knuckles, where Sauron was. She used "you". How did she recognize me?
"You don't have to tell us so much." Ring is much calmer than Roma, and the little lion's mind is now filled with the legend of the White Night Knight. "Could it be that a certain lion man was your father's friend?"
"We can exchange answers. There are many friends in my father's diary, but I have never seen any of them." She didn't seem worried about the deal failing. "They don't even know my mother and I exist..."
"Wait, I'm not sure you're telling the truth yet!" Roma interrupted.
The half-elf's face suddenly twisted for a moment, as if he was enduring terrible pain. When the wave of pain passed, she took a long drag on her cigarette. "Truth? This is not something to judge...but the fact that I am alive, able to walk and communicate is proof enough. Dalton cursed me to die in agony, fueled by the night elf blood passed down to me from my mother. A process, so that I can be freed as soon as possible; but Wolfgang never pities his family, and the part of his blood flowing in my body makes me suffer alive."
"The dark element close to the drow will promote the mysterious effect, and the descendants of human mysterious creatures will have stronger resistance," the ring explained briefly.
That doesn't mean she is a descendant of the White Night Knight. Roma finds it difficult to accept this fact. She looked at Ingrid Kumoi, or Ingrid Kumoi Barsintasis, but couldn't find any trace of the legendary heroic knight in her. To be honest, I have never met Wolfgang, but it seems like I already know what he looks like. This is a ridiculous idea.
"I beg you please don't look at me like that," Ingrid said. "I've seen that look too many times recently."
"I'm sorry." The little lion himself didn't know whether this apology was sincere. "Your father was a great knight, and his adventures are legendary to this day. I want to hear your story." She felt there was some misunderstanding.
"You'll only be more disappointed."
"My disappointment has nothing to do with you. It's you who wanted to tell us these things. Isn't that right?"
The sailboat rocked and rested on the dark sea. The waves were also so silent, purple smoke drifted out of the narrow wooden windows, and starlight penetrated through the gaps onto the blood-stained floor. Roma pulled the tip of the wooden arrow out of the crack in the floor so that she could sit up. "Okay." Ingrid put down her pipe, "Some stories are not meant to be taken to the grave. Where do you want to start?"
Roma hesitated for a second, "Mr. Wolfgang... what does the Knight of the White Night look like?"
As a result, the first question failed miserably. "I have never met him." Ingrid told her, "My mother separated from him when she gave birth to me. All Wolfgang left in her life were a few diaries and many legends. The worst part is, there’s me.”
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