Path of light

Chapter 546 547. In a dream

The news that Boss Roy publicly tried the magic herbal counterfeiting case in the Plateau City quickly spread among the elf merchants.

Boss Roy, who founded the Plateau City with his own hands, is a great hero who saved the Pagisto Plateau in the eyes of the mixed elves.

Everyone wants to know how Boss Roy will handle this matter.

After all, the mixed-blood elf collector involved in this counterfeiting case broke the collective agreement of the collectors and sold the magic herbs to the elf merchant...

At the same time, the other party in the counterfeiting case was a Silver Moon Elf businessman, and the mixed-blood elves also wanted to see Boss Roy's attitude towards the Silver Moon elves.

Soon many elves gathered in the square in front of the city hall. Everyone gathered together and looked at the mixed-blood elven guards around the high platform, expecting Boss Roy to stand on the high platform.

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The Silver Moon Elf merchant stood under the high platform, his face looking a little ugly at this time.

The half-blood elf collector was escorted from the concentration camp prison. He was not tied with a rope. He was in good condition. Most of his injuries were healed. He could walk to the square without help. He lowered his head and his face was full of guilt. , the little mixed-blood elf girl followed closely behind the mixed-blood elf collector, her little face full of fear and nervousness.

Several elf businessmen who were witnesses were also brought to the high platform in the small square by the Dark Moon Elf warriors. Several businessmen gathered together to discuss a serious topic in a low voice.

Zezena, Miss Tiffany, and Moira walked into the city hall and saw Roy, Sabrina and Mu Lin waiting in the hall.

Jiezena was a sea monster with six arms and a snake body. Her body was also covered with a layer of light blue scales, which scared Mu Lin.

Jiezena looked around with golden eyes and asked Roy: "Didn't it say that there will be a tree of life in the elf city?"

Miss Tiffany translated for Roy.

Roy smiled and walked up to Hezena. She was half a body taller than him. He had to raise his head to see Hezena's face clearly. Roy explained to Hezena: "This The Plateau City can only be regarded as a gathering place for mixed-blood elves."

Zezena turned to look at the mermaid lady beside her and asked her: "Tiffany, don't you feel it's a pity that you just wasted the opportunity that I would help you unconditionally?"

Miss Tiffany narrowed her eyes. She did not translate this sentence, but stared at the Siren Zezena and snorted:

"Originally I thought it was a pity, but when you asked me that, I suddenly felt like I didn't care so much anymore!"

"..."

"Tiffany should have told you about the general situation. I won't repeat it. I want to understand the real situation at that time. I wonder if you have any good ideas?" Roy asked Zhezena.

"What I can do is bring all the elves who hear my singing into a dream..."

During the ride on the magic airship, Zezena actually had some ideas.

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Roy walked out of City Hall.

He slowly walked down the steps until he stood on the high platform. The elves in the square saluted Roy one after another. This scene was a bit heart-warming...

Moira, Sabrina, Miss Tiffany and Mullin stood behind Roy, and they could clearly feel the respect the mixed elves had for Roy.

It was the first time for many mixed elves to see Roy, and they seemed a little excited.

I usually heard from other mixed elves that Boss Roy was a half-elf, but now that I saw it with my own eyes, I realized that half-elves were like this!

Roy stood at the front of the high platform and said loudly at the top of his voice:

"The reason why I want to hear this case publicly is because I found that everyone present has entered into a misunderstanding. Whether it is the mixed elves on the plateau or the elf traders coming from afar, you must understand one thing. "

"The original reason why I established Plateau City was to let everyone live a better life. I hope everyone can live a more relaxed life and enjoy the sunshine and breeze on the plateau."

"This is the central area of ​​the plateau. To the south is the vast wilderness, and to the north are the Gazai Mountains. All materials on the plateau can be continuously transported to the city of the plateau. Now, the connection between Padstow City and the city of the plateau has been opened. The waterway will gradually become prosperous and rich.”

"I don't need to make much money from the magic herbal business. What I care more about is building a prosperous plateau city."

"Okay, let me make a long story short. The reason why everyone gathered here is probably because they all know about a very bad thing that happened in the free market a few days ago. Now let us take a look at what happened that day!"

After Roy said these words, he took two steps back from the high platform.

A burst of melodious singing suddenly sounded in the square of the city hall, and the sad melody made everyone feel an inexplicable pain in their hearts.

There were originally a blue sky without many clouds, but suddenly dark clouds rolled in, and a strong wind blew past the square. The elves in the square found that the surroundings were slowly getting dark.

Darkness covered the entire square like a big hand.

The elves in the dark can't even see each other.

Everyone became frightened and reached out to touch the outside, but the surroundings were also empty.

Then, a fog appeared in front of the elves, and there was some faint light behind the fog.

In panic, the elves passed through the fog.

Then everyone found themselves inexplicably in the free market, the sky was clear and cloudless...

The lively free market was filled with all kinds of hawking sounds, which instantly flooded into everyone's ears.

Some elf merchants put some daily necessities on the stalls, and were soliciting passing customers with the most sincere smiles.

The half-blood elf collectors were also selling Warcraft materials. They often seemed to be more silent, but the prices of those Warcraft materials on the stalls seemed very sincere.

At this time, everyone suddenly found that they could not communicate with the merchants in the free market. No matter how hard they tried, they could not speak.

Everything in front of them seemed like time was reversed...

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A half-blood elf collector squatted in front of the stall, with worry on his face. The goods on the stall were almost sold out. He took out a cloth bag from his arms, hesitated again and again, and finally plucked up the courage to walk towards a well-dressed Silver Moon Elf merchant.

The Silver Moon Elf merchant saw the Half-Blood Elf Gatherer and asked:

"Do you want to buy something, or do you have something to sell to me? I only accept high-grade magic herbs here."

The Half-Blood Elf Gatherer was a little nervous. He grabbed the lapels on both sides of his clothes with both hands, avoiding the scrutiny of the Silver Moon Elf merchant, and said awkwardly:

"I... I have a magic herb. Do you want to see it?"

"Okay, take it out for me to see." The Silver Moon Elf merchant immediately became interested and walked around the stall to get closer.

The Half-Blood Elf Gatherer opened the cloth bag, which contained a thick layer of moss, but the moss was actually condensed with a thin layer of ice at this time.

The Silver Moon Elf merchant stared at the moss in surprise and immediately covered the cloth bag again.

He turned around and whispered to his attendants to take good care of the stall. He took the Half-Blood Elf Gatherer out of the noisy market and asked the Half-Blood Elf Gatherer to take out the cloth bag again in a secluded corner next to the market.

After peeling off the moss covered with a thin layer of ice, there was a winter thorn grass covered with countless ice crystals.

The winter thorn grass gave off a chill, and the half-blood elf collector said stumblingly:

"This is a very rare winter thorn grass, which only grows in the snowy mountains in the north of the plateau. Will this boss buy it?"

"...Buy it! Of course I will. This winter thorn grass is in good condition and well preserved. How much do you plan to sell it for?" The Silver Moon Elf Merchant withdrew his eyes from the winter thorn grass, suppressed his excitement, and asked the collector.

The half-blood elf collector said:

"One hundred magic crystals! My little Eisley is old enough to go to school. I plan to send her to the Elf Continent to study. I heard that the tuition fees for the Elf Academy there are very expensive. In addition, I need to prepare a living allowance for her..."

The half-blood elf collector was interrupted by the Silver Moon Elf Merchant before he finished speaking.

"So you plan to sell a winter thorn grass for one hundred magic crystals? Are you crazy? You country bumpkin from the Pagisto Plateau, do you know what one hundred magic crystals actually represent?"

The Silver Moon Elf Merchant scolded the half-blood elf collector so much that his face turned pale and red.

"I know! One hundred magic crystals can give my little Eisley an infinite future." The half-blood elf collector clenched the cloth bag in his hand and said with some disappointment: "If you think this price is a bit high, then I'm sorry to bother you."

The Silver Moon Elf Merchant saw that the half-blood elf collector wanted to turn around and leave, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Wait, doing business means bargaining! I naturally don't want to buy this winter thorn grass at a high price, but I really like this winter thorn grass. Who makes me like it? I can accept it if it's a little more expensive."

The face of the Silver Moon Elf Merchant changed several colors, and finally showed a bright smile again.

The half-blood elf collector hugged the package and stopped talking.

The Silver Moon Elf Merchant scratched his head in distress, and then asked: "Are you sure you want to sell one hundred magic crystals? It can't be cheaper?"

The half-blood elf collector nodded firmly.

"Okay... I'll buy this winter thorn grass."

The Silver Moon Elf Merchant said with gritted teeth.

He took out a bag of magic crystals and counted out a hundred magic crystals from it and gave them to the half-blood elf collector. He successfully got the winter thorn grass covered with ice crystals and walked back to the stall slowly.

The half-blood elf collector also ran out of the free market with a bag of magic crystals on his face.

Seeing the smile on his face...

...

The countless elves watching around could feel the fatherly love that transcended everything.

Then the figure of the half-blood elf collector gradually faded away.

Everyone's eyes fell on the Silver Moon Elf merchant in the free market...