Path of light

Chapter 542 543. A murder caused by a winter thorn grass

The little mixed-blood elf girl ran very fast and slipped into a private house in a blink of an eye.

Moira glanced at the courtyard door and did not run in directly. After all, it was someone else's home.

She hung her arms on the courtyard wall and peeked into the courtyard secretly.

The yard is very clean. It is a very small yard. There is a date palm tree planted in the corner of the yard, and there is a swing hanging under the tree. When the wind blows, the leaves hanging down from the date palm tree do not stop. Dancing all the time.

The door was open and there was good light in the house.

The little mixed-blood elf girl poured the concoction from the small pot into a wooden cup. Moira could smell the bitter smell of styptic grass emanating from the concoction from a distance of more than ten meters.

Moira squatted on the wall, hidden by the shadow of the eaves.

Miss Tiffany chased from behind and called in a low voice to Moira, who was squatting on the wall like a tabby cat: "Hey, Moira, come down here quickly..."

Moira turned back and put her fingers on her lips, making a silencing gesture towards Miss Tiffany. With a matching smile on her face, she jumped into the yard.

Miss Tiffany bit her lower lip angrily, vowing in her heart that she would never run out and go shopping with Moira next time.

Moira hung her body on the eaves, her hair hanging down like a waterfall, then her full forehead and big black crystal eyes.

Through the window, she saw a middle-aged male elf lying on the bed, looking like he was sick and a little weak.

Then Moira noticed the bruises on the male elf's face and thought that he might be injured.

Hearing a series of slight movements, the little mixed-blood elf girl carefully held the cup and walked into the bedroom from the outer room. She stood on the bedside and fed the concoction in the cup to the unconscious male elf. Some flowed out from the corner of her mouth, and the little girl quickly wiped it with a handkerchief, and then whispered:

"Abba must get well soon."

Looking at her cute look, it was as if a finger had touched Moira's softest heart, reminding her of an experience she had when she was a child. During that time, Jillian was seriously ill, and she was just... When the little girl was so old, she felt that the whole world was gray during that time.

Fortunately, she had Sabrina by her side at that time, and it was Sabrina who held up her sky.

The little girl gave the middle-aged elf medicine, washed the cups and small cooking pot, and placed them on the table outside. The little girl ran to the yard to wash clothes.

After washing the clothes, I squatted in the corner again and secretly wiped my tears.

Moira wanted to help, but didn't know how. She snuck down from the roof and ran back to the street in a depressed mood.

Miss Tiffany was leaning against the wall, holding the water bag above her head and pouring water on her head.

Seeing Moira return glumly, he asked with concern:

"Moira, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, maybe I'm a little homesick..."

After Moira finished speaking, she took Miss Tiffany's arm and walked out of the alley.

…

When Woods entered the free market, he was full of contradictions. He did not expect that the biggest market tyrant in this market would be Roy.

This market is actually not that big. It is only about two hundred meters long from one side to the other.

The stalls set up by the foreign merchants and the mixed-blood elf collectors were clearly distinct in the market. They were two completely incompatible areas.

Especially at the intersection of the Free Market near the prisoner of war concentration camp, there was actually a stall selling poison horn bison meat. There was a lot of bright red flesh hanging on the bloody iron hooks, which made Woods frown as he passed by...

Like many elves, Woods is extremely disgusted with the killing of animals.

However, there are many mixed-blood elf hunters who don't care about this. Although they don't eat animal meat, they don't mind hunting these beasts.

In order to obtain some precious magic materials, elves will enter the forest to hunt monsters.

In the eyes of mixed elves, herbivores such as bison and argali in the wilderness are no different from the monsters in the forest. They are all prey in their eyes.

Woods squatted in front of a stall of a mixed-blood elf collector. There were some plant roots on the stall. Although there were no magic herbs, Woods was also curious about what species these plants were.

"The roots of the lantern fruit are very well preserved. As long as they are buried in the soil and poured with some water, they can come back to life. By this time next year, the new branches will be covered with bunches of lantern fruit. "

The mixed-blood elf stall owner in front of the stall introduced Woods enthusiastically.

Woods gently pushed aside the moss wrapped around the roots. Sure enough, the roots inside were kept moist and looked full of vitality. Woods decided to buy the roots of the lantern fruit and plant them in the place Roy prepared for him. Under the window sill outside a hut.

"How much does this cost?" Woods asked curiously.

"Five Koles."

The mixed-blood elf stall owner stretched out his hand and made a gesture.

Woods selected six well-preserved roots and paid the stall owner thirty kohler.

Seeing that he paid so readily, the mixed-blood elf stall owner smiled and said to him that he could look at other products. There were still a lot of good things in his stall.

"But you don't have magic herbs here. Judging from your dress, you must be a collector, right?" Woods said casually while picking at the stall.

"Of course, how much can these plant roots and stems be exchanged for?" The stall owner said very proudly: "But it is impossible for you to buy magic herbs from me. To be honest, if you are a magic herb merchant, it is better not to expect how many herbs can be purchased from the Pagisto Plateau."

"Almost all the collectors here will not sell magic herbs in the market. This is what all of us elves have agreed on long ago."

"...Did someone force you to sell magic herbs to the mine guards?" Woods asked in surprise.

"Why do you think so? If you have experienced the darkest period on the Pagisto Plateau and understand what Boss Roy did in the Plateau City, I am afraid you will not have any doubts about these transactions." The half-blood elf stall owner said with some emotion.

"He led us to defeat the Plateau Headhunters!" The elf stall owner next to him added.

"Hey, Tonys, are you trying to steal my business? Why are you interrupting us when we are chatting?" The half-blood elf stall owner immediately muttered in dissatisfaction.

The stall owner next door didn't respond at all. He leaned over and said mysteriously:

"Have you heard? That traitor was beaten up by a group of Silver Moon Elf merchants. Now he can't get out of bed at home!"

The half-blood elf stall owner was stunned and asked in surprise: "Is it so serious?"

The stall owner next door nodded repeatedly and said: "Well, his daughter Little Asley was still looking for hemostatic grass everywhere yesterday. It seems that she was seriously injured. I don't know if she found it."

The half-blood elf stall owner sighed and said: "Hey, I have hemostatic plasters here. I'll go check it out tonight!"

The stall owner next door widened his eyes and warned: "Hey, don't be stupid, stay away from that traitor, otherwise you will be misunderstood and it may be difficult to join the herb-picking group in the future."

"Is it so serious?" The half-blood elf stall owner was speechless.

The stall owner next door said in a lower voice: "The traitor betrayed our agreement. I heard that the leaders of more than a dozen herb-collecting groups gathered together last night and wrote his name on the blacklist..."

"A winter thorn grass... could it cause such a big fuss?"

The stall owner next door covered his mouth with his hand and said in a low voice: "I heard that he damaged the reputation of all herb collectors on the Pagisto Plateau!"

The half-blood elf stall owner said hesitantly: "You said... Is his winter thorn grass fake? But he showed it to me before, and it does have all the characteristics of winter thorn grass!"

The stall owner next door said stiffly: "But in all these years, have you heard of... anyone finding winter thorn grass on the plateau?"

"That's not the case!"

"..."

Woods squatted in front of the stall and did not participate in this topic.

He picked a few roots of Elaeagnus angustifolia and prepared to plant some Elaeagnus angustifolia in the yard. This thing is drought-resistant and highly adaptable, and it can survive even without watering.

He couldn't live in the Plateau City for too long. Usually, the houses here were basically empty, and no one would take care of the yard. Buying some sand dates and planting them under the courtyard wall would be a good choice.

While Roy was picking these tree roots, he roughly understood what the two stall owners were talking about.

The half-blood elf collectors were unwilling to sell the magic herbs because they wanted to sell them to Roy. Therefore, the mine guards almost monopolized the magic herb industry in the Plateau City.

If anyone sold magic herbs to herb merchants, the half-blood elf collectors would think he was a traitor who violated the agreement.

The topic they discussed was that a half-blood elf collector risked offending the public and sold a winter thorn grass to an herb merchant. As a result, the herb merchant thought that the magic herb was a fake. Not only did he take the money back, he also beat the half-blood elf collector so hard that he couldn't get out of bed. The daughter of the half-blood elf collector is now looking for medicine everywhere, but other half-blood elf collectors don't want to help.

After all, it was winter thorn grass, which was almost never seen on the Pagisto Plateau.

Crouching in front of the stall, Woods was a little curious about what the fake winter thorn grass looked like... In theory, winter thorn grass is still easy to identify.

With the rhizomes of several lantern fruits and saxaul he bought, Woods left the stall and walked around the market again.

Many stall owners were talking about this matter, not only the half-blood elf collectors were talking about it, but also some elf merchants were talking about it. They were mainly talking about the scammers among the half-blood elf collectors. The magic herb business is really not easy to do now!

Half-blood elf collectors tend to stick together, and it is very difficult for herb merchants to buy magic herbs from these collectors.

But this group of collectors will also reject some half-blood elves who betrayed their promises...

As Woods listened, the story became more and more complete in his heart.

The half-blood elf collectors believed that this collector had betrayed everyone. After the herb merchant beat him up, not only did everyone refuse to stand up for him, but they were also ready to kick him out of the circle.

Herb merchants were saying that this collector took a thorn vine that looked like winter thorn grass, and sold it to an herb merchant after freezing it. The winter thorn grass was a complete fake, a scam carefully planned by the half-blood elf collectors.

Such remarks affected the reputation of the half-blood elf collectors, making many collectors very angry but unable to refute...

Woods did not see the herbalist who bought the false winter thorn grass in the market, nor did he see the half-elf collector who was beaten.

He spent the whole afternoon in the market before returning to his residence.

…

The next morning, in a yard next to the city hall.

Roy, Moira, Sabrina, Miss Tiffany, and Woods sat together to have breakfast.

Only Woods and Sabrina had a room of breadfruit and a cup of lemon tea in front of them, while Roy, Moira, and Miss Tiffany had salt-baked sea fish in front of them.

Roy planned to go to the North Black Iron Mine in the Jiaxi Mountains to take a look.

The forging workshop was recently making iron chains for the dock of Sun Island Bay. These iron chains were used to tie up the seawall made of stones. Since the forging workshop had not yet transported the iron chains to the Plateau City, Roy planned to go to the workshop to inspect it.

Moira and Miss Tiffany also wanted to go out with Roy.

"Sabrina, do you want to go with me?"

"Me? Forget it. Mulin asked me to go to the barracks. I'm going to give the new soldiers of the mine guard a basic martial arts training class!"

Sabrina stuffed a piece of soft breadfruit into her mouth and said while eating.

"Woods?"

Woods shrugged and said, "I want to go upstream along the Tolai River to see the scenery of the riverside wilderness..."

After breakfast, Roy walked out of the yard to see the war horses that Mulin prepared for him, and saw a group of elf merchants escorting a half-blood elf towards the city hall.

The group of elf merchants walked to the steps in front of the city hall and were stopped by several half-blood elf guards holding spears.

When Roy saw these elf merchants coming to the front of the city hall, he didn't rush to the forging workshop.

When the half-elf guard saw a wounded middle-aged half-elf tied up with ropes, he asked:

"What are you doing at the city hall?"

"There is no Silver Moon Elf Elder Council in the Plateau City, so we sent this liar to the city hall. We hope that the city hall will give this liar the punishment he deserves!" A Silver Moon Elf merchant said loudly.

Several guards looked at each other, frowned and didn't look at the wounded half-elf, and said to these elf merchants:

"Wait here for a while, I will report to the higher-ups."

After that, a half-elf guard turned and ran into the city hall.

A little half-elf girl chased up along the stone steps. She ran so far, her little face was flushed, and she was sweating. When she saw the middle-aged half-elf tied up with ropes, she rushed up.