Path of light

Chapter 827828.

I watched as the scales on my shoulders fell off one by one, the scaly skin there gradually healed, and the rows of regular cracks on the skin disappeared. The skin returned to its original white and luster.

Wendy stood beside the bath wall, a stream of water pouring down from the top of her head. The clear, sweet water flowed down from the top of her head, passing through her chest that looked like a water drop, her flat belly, her round long legs, and finally spreading from her feet...

She tilted her head back, letting the water splash on her face and flow into her mouth.

It seemed as if these clear waters exuding a sacred atmosphere could cleanse the soul, and the heart that had been in the darkness and had begun to become distorted saw the light again.

It was like a beam of light, reflecting a gorgeous glow on her fair body.

Tears mixed with clear water and flowed down the body into the gutter.

In the bathroom, after regaining their freedom, some of these female elves were crying and venting the pain and humiliation they had endured over the years. Some were looking at themselves in the mirror and grinning silently, and some were even touching their necks that had been rubbed with marks from the slave collars.

These female elves didn't even pay attention to the changes in their bodies, but secretly asked the human priests: Is there any trick to remove the neck scar...

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the bathroom door. A female elf standing next to Wendy quickly pushed her shoulder and whispered in her ear:

"Wendy, it seems they are recruiting outside. I heard that there are not enough clothes on the ship. They are recruiting female elves who are good at tailoring. We need to make a batch of body-covering clothes as soon as possible."

Then she added:

"It seems to be for us to wear!"

He took a towel from the wall of the bathroom, wiped the water stains on his body quickly, and said to Wendy beside him:

"Wendy, I remember you are a tailor, right? You should sign up. It is said that the elves who work for them can enjoy some privileges."

She threw the half-dry bath towel to Wendy and walked quickly towards the bathroom door.

Wendy looked at the bath towel in her hand. It was actually just a piece of raw linen, without even a hem.

For her: the meaning of this cloak is greater than its practical value.

On the first floor of the ship, apart from the pitifully small kitchen and food warehouse, there is only this bathroom.

There was still a thick fog around the three-masted sailing ship, and the sound of waves continued to hit the ship.

The ship didn't rock too hard, but many elves still got seasick...

On the deck, many female half-elves were queuing up to register.

At the end of the line there was a wooden table and a chair, and a half-elf was holding a quill pen, carefully registering them in the account book.

Wendy was also standing in the line. The line was so long that it stretched from the bow to the stern...

Suddenly someone behind me said in Elvish:

"Do you wood elves know how to tailor? I heard that the elves in Darnassus all wear clothes made of leaves, don't they?"

Wendy was startled by the voice. She didn't say anything, but the female elf in front of her responded:

"Only the wood elves of the Natural Cult would use leaves to cover their bodies. Most wood elves would still wear clothes."

The half-blood elf stood in the team, pointed at the female elf and Wendy, and said unceremoniously:

"Humph, you wood elves are usually the most dull. You'd better remember... it was the half-elf army that saved you."

Their dispute immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding elves, and even some half-elf crew members looked over here. Everyone's eyes were focused here, and the naturally introverted Wendy blushed.

At this moment, a half-elf crew member came over and shouted at them:

"No noise is allowed on the deck, please pay attention!"

The half-blood elf wanted to argue a little, but was immediately pulled back by his companions behind him...

Soon it was Wendy's turn to sign up.

Wendy saw a half-blood elf wearing standard armor, leaning one arm on the wooden table, holding a quill pen, looking at her and asking:

"Name?"

"Wendy!"

"Wood elf?"

"Um."

"Have you ever learned to cut or sew?"

"I have a junior tailoring certificate, am a member of the Darnassus Fabric Guild, and have experience in designing evening gowns independently."

The elf in charge of registration looked up at Wendy again and saw that she didn't seem to be lying. He pointed to the door next to the captain's room on the second floor of the ship and said:

"Darnassus Textile Guild, sure! You can report there."

The female elf who came with Wendy had successfully blended into the ranks of the sewing workers, and she was waving at Wendy.

Unexpectedly, Wendy pursed her lips, pointed to the second floor of the ship, and indicated that she wanted to go there.

The female elf smiled happily and waved to Wendy, telling her to hurry up...

Wendy nervously grasped the edge of her cloak, walked up the stairs barefoot, and then came to the door of the second-floor room. There were only a few female elves in the room. One of them was cutting a piece of cardboard on the table, and two female elves were taking apart a tube skirt...

Wendy came in and explained why she was there.

After Wendy introduced herself, the cardboard elf said to her:

"You come with me to design the fabric samples. We also need to keep an eye on the tailors and make sure they don't waste fabric. The fabric on the ship was originally intended to be used to make hemostatic bandages for the mine guards. Now they need to be used to make some tube skirts, so we need to save as much as possible."

There were quite a few bundles of fabrics in the room, almost all of them in primary colors.

Everyone spread out the cloth and stacked it up layer by layer, and they didn't stop until they had about fifty layers of cloth stacked up.

At this time, use the designed patterns to draw the fabric pieces for the tube skirt on the top layer of fabric. All the patterns must be arranged compactly until all the patterns are filled. Only then will the female elf pull out a thin and long pair of cutting shears from her waist.

Although the knife was very sharp, she was still very cautious and carefully scraped the belt twice.

She gestured on the fabric, the blade inserted into the thick fabric, and began to hesitate...

Wendy saw that she had little experience in cutting large quantities of fabric, so she quietly came to her side, took the sharp cutting scissors from her hand, and slowly pushed the knife up and down along the lines drawn on the fabric, cutting the fabric piece by piece like cutting a cake.

Wendy is a head taller than the average elf, so she seems to find this job particularly easy...

A batch of cloth was cut out quickly.

Next, the fabrics will be distributed to the seamstresses, who will sew them into the simplest tube skirts.

Seeing the pieces of cloth being cut out, the female elf breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Wendy to rest for a while next to the wooden table.

At this time, the other two female elves began to clean up the piles of fabric on the floor, and then laid the fabric out again, still with fifty layers.

The female elf looked at Wendy with a smile. She glanced at the cloak on Wendy and asked:

"This cape of yours is only available to the mine guards... Was it given to you by Boss Roy himself?"

Wendy was stunned: "You mean... the half-elf who looks like an Imperial?"

The female elf covered Wendy's lips and whispered to her:

"You'd better call him Boss Roy. He doesn't like people thinking he's an Imperial!"

When the female elf let go of her hand, Wendy stuck out her tongue embarrassedly.

The female elf looked around and saw that no elves were paying attention to them, so she whispered:

"I think he might be attracted to you. You see, there is a wood elf sword dancer next to him. Her skin is as white as yours, and she is also tall and big. I heard that some half-elves like to be taller than themselves."

When she looked at Wendy, her eyes were filled with strangeness.

Wendy blushed slightly, not knowing how to continue...

The fabric has been re-laid. This tube skirt has a simple style and does not require complicated cutting techniques. The steps to make the clothes are very simple.

Even a junior tailor like Wendy can cut skillfully.

Although the elf's tailoring skills were very ordinary, she was very well-informed.

At this time, Wendy heard her whisper to herself:

"Did you know? The leader of this elven army is actually a half-elf. He likes half-elves very much, and his partner is a half-elf."

Wendy was a little dumbfounded, she always thought that Boss Roy was from the Empire.

"Isn't he an Imperial?"

The female elf raised her eyebrows and said softly:

"Who said that? I heard from the crew that he grew up in the Silver Moon Elf Kingdom and received an elven education."

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Seeing that Wendy was a little skeptical, she said:

“It’s okay to tell you, my brother is a guard in the guard group.

After I was captured by the gray dwarves outside the city of Minasku, he traveled to many places to find me. Later, he spent all his money and took a boat to the Partington plane, intending to make some money there and then look for me again.

I didn't expect him to join the City Security Corps. Later, the Mine Guard Corps expanded and he joined the Mine Guard Corps..."

The elf girl showed a proud look on her face and said to Wendy:

"This time he came to the Lost Sea with the Guards, and unexpectedly found me on Plusterton Island. I was so happy. He knew I had learned tailoring, so he asked me to come here to help...

In fact, I am just an apprentice tailor, and I am not very familiar with this kind of mass cutting... Fortunately, I have you!"

The female elf was not greedy for credit at all and was very friendly to Wendy.

Wendy smiled at her and shook her head to show that it was nothing...

The female elf poked Wendy's arm, pointed at the elf sword dancer in silver armor standing on the deck, and said:

"That wood elf is called Sabrina. She is actually a half-elf with wood elf blood..."

Then she pointed at her see-through white dress, pulled up the hem of her skirt, revealing a pair of long, snow-white legs, and said unconvincedly:

"I just walked back and forth in front of Boss Roy several times and even showed him my legs on purpose, but he refused to even look at me."

Wendy blushed. She thought this female elf was cheerful and generous, but she was a little uncomfortable with her superficial words...

The female elf continued to talk to herself:

"Even if we return to the elf world, we, the female elves, will still have the slave mark on our bodies. I don't know how the elves who knew us would talk about us behind our backs..."

She pointed at the scar on her neck with some self-mockery, then opened the collar of her shirt to let Wendy see the brand on her chest.

This number mark was her name when she was a slave.

The female elf was leaning against the back of a chair next to the wooden table, holding a pair of scissors in her hand.

There were only four female elves in the room, all of whom were rescued from Plusterton Island...

Only Wendy is a little special, she is a tree elf.

The other three are half-elves...

"It's better to take the initiative now. As long as I can seize the opportunity, if I succeed, I can have a happy life..."

Wendy pressed her, "Did you seize this opportunity?"

The female elf shrugged her shoulders and said very casually:

"Failed, idiot! If I had succeeded, would I still be sitting here and telling you this?"

"But I think you can give it a try. Even if you fail, you won't lose anything. Maybe Boss Roy likes your type."

Wendy and the other two female half-blood elves looked at each other silently, and no one spoke.

"Sister, have you made the sample yet?"

A half-elf guard pushed open the door and asked the female elf in the room.

"It's done! Are you in such a hurry?"

The female elf took the initiative to answer.

The half-elf guard lifted the visor on his helmet, and the female elf on the opposite side said again:

"Send the samples to Lady Sabrina. As long as Lady Sabrina gives her approval, we can sew them in batches. Sister, please send the samples over quickly."

The female elf responded:

"Got it. I'll send it over right away... Never mind! Wendy, you go ahead and don't forget what I said. You must seize the opportunity..."

The half-elf guard asked in confusion:

"What chance?"

The female elf replied without hesitation:

"It's none of your business. If you have nothing else to do, please leave. Don't disturb our work here. We need to cut the fabric. We have only cut out the fabric for 200 skirts. We still need a lot more!"

At this time, Wendy picked up the tube skirt she had just sewn from the wooden table and walked out of the room.

She is tall and needs to lower her head when passing through the door.

The half-elf guard standing at the door couldn't help but say:

"She is a wood elf, right? She looks a bit like our Lady Sabrina. She gives me a strong sense of oppression."

"Are you okay?"

The female elf questioned.

The half-elf guard quickly withdrew his gaze and hurried downstairs.

…

Sabrina pushed the door open and walked out of the room to see a wood elf standing in the doorway, holding a tube dress in her hands.

"Is it done so quickly?"

Sabrina lets her into the room…

Wendy hurried in with the tube skirt in her hands and spread it out in front of Sabrina.

"How were you captured?" Sabrina asked Wendy.

Wendy replied:

"I was captured by a group of gray dwarves in the Whispering Plains. I was sent to Sanders Island by the union. There was a shortage of tailors there, and I was supposed to work in a fabric workshop there. Unfortunately, I was captured by them before I even boarded the ship."