Path of light

Chapter 547 548. Roy’s penalty

The Silver Moon Elf merchant carefully put the winter thorn grass into a magic-sealing box. Naturally, he was very happy when the acquisition was successful.

When I returned to the stall, my excitement had not yet calmed down.

Another Silver Moon Elf merchant happened to come to his stall. The Silver Moon Elf merchant quickly adjusted his expression and stood in front of his stall to say hello casually.

The Silver Moon Elf merchant looked a little melancholy and couldn't help complaining while standing in front of his stall:

"I've been here in Plateau City for so many days and only managed to acquire three magic herbs. It's really hard to do magic herb business here!"

"That's good for you. I've been here for so many days and I just received a high-level magic grass." The Silver Moon Elf merchant agreed.

"I plan to leave tomorrow and go back to Padstow to rest for half a month, and then try my luck in the Blackwater Swamp. I heard that the mixed-blood elven collectors there are also very cooperative and will not easily sell magic herbs to outsiders. "The silver moon elf businessman who complained sighed, and then added: "I don't want to come again anyway!"

"I don't want to come here either. There's simply no business to do here!"

The Silver Moon Elf merchant actually regretted it a long time ago...

The Silver Moon Elf businessman who was thinking of quitting approached and whispered: "This time I plan to purchase some other Warcraft materials, and then leave the plateau. Do you know what the cheapest goods here are?"

"What?" The Silver Moon Elf merchant put his hand on his chest and asked curiously.

"One-horned buffalo hide."

"But this is not Warcraft material. Who would wear hard cowhide boots? Lambskin boots and deerskin boots are better sold." The Silver Moon Elf merchant sat back in the stall with some disappointment.

"It's definitely not feasible to sell to the elves, but aren't there many imperial merchants popping up in various ports in the elven continent now? Isn't it okay to sell to them?"

The two Silver Moon Elf merchants chatted in front of the stall for a long time.

The Silver Moon Elf businessman who was thinking of quitting finally said:

"Since I will never come here again, I plan to play a big one as my last trade."

"You don't want to just pay the deposit and take the goods away, right?"

The Silver Moon Elf merchant asked with his eyes widened. When he said this, his hand accidentally touched the magic-sealing box containing winter thorn grass. At this moment, the Silver Moon Elf merchant froze on the spot, his eyes Suddenly there was a strange look.

"There are so many one-horned bison in the wilderness, those half-blood elf hunters won't suffer much loss. They can make up for it by hunting a few more one-horned bison..."

The Silver Moon Elf businessman who was thinking of quitting smiled and said nonchalantly.

"The next time we meet, I guess it will be in Padstow City. Let's go have a drink together then!"

"It's a deal!"

The Silver Moon Elf merchant who was thinking of quitting left the stall.

The Silver Moon Elf merchant suddenly sat down in front of the stall, and then fell into deep thought.

…

The surrounding darkness descended again, and then another mist appeared. The elves passed through this mist, and the scenery in front of them turned into the green grassland beside the Tuolai River. The river meandered, and the sound of gurgling water made the surroundings incomparable. Come alive.

Several white tents were set up in the camp. There was a small campfire in the middle of the tent, and fragrant lemon tea was boiling in a hanging iron pot.

The Silver Moon Elf merchant was sitting on a stone, with the magic-sealing box at his feet.

He opened the magic sealing box very carefully and took out the winter thorn grass wrapped in moss skin. The crystal ice flowers were a bit dazzling.

After a while, he took out a magic-sealing box from his magic belt bag, and carefully put the winter thorn grass he took out from the moss skin into the magic-sealing box. After thinking about it, he took it from the tent. He took out a thorn vine, then used a dagger to cut a small section of the thorn vine, and then eliminated all the sharp thorns on it.

He wrapped the thorn vine in the moss skin and wrapped it up completely.

The Silver Moon Elf merchant took out a magic scroll from his arms. As the magic scroll was torn open by him, the frost emerging from the magic pattern quickly froze the moss skin to a hard state. He placed the moss skin-wrapped thorn vine in the magic sealing box and sat there for a while. Run to find other elf businessman friends.

"I was deceived by a mixed-blood elf collector. He sold me a winterthorn plant. When I came back, I discovered that it was not a winterthorn plant at all, but a cheap thorn vine..." Silver Moon Elf Merchant He said with an angry look on his face.

The elf merchants gathered together. Everyone had already had strong opinions on these collectors. Now that something like this suddenly happened, everyone immediately responded:

"Then what are you waiting for? Go find that guy quickly!"

"Do you still remember what that guy looks like?"

"I remember very clearly that he was a middle-aged mixed-blood elf..."

A group of elf merchants immediately ran to the entrance of the free market and waited until the mixed elf collector appeared again.

The Silver Moon Elf merchant recognized him at a glance among the crowd. He gritted his teeth, pointed at the mixed-blood elf collector and shouted, "That's him."

"Catch him quickly..."

A group of elf merchants pounced on the mixed elf collector at the same time. These elf merchants were accompanied by some followers. They easily blocked the innocent-looking mixed elf collector in a secluded corner of the market.

There were too many elves surrounding them. When the mixed-blood elf collectors saw that something was not going well, they planned to run away. Unfortunately, they were instantly thrown to the ground by a group of elf merchants.

The mixed-blood elf collectors were beaten black and blue by the elf traders...

The fight in the corner immediately attracted a group of mixed elf collectors.

After they gathered around, they saw that the one being beaten was also a mixed elf, and someone immediately came out to stop him:

"What's going on? This is a plateau city, how can you hit people?"

The elf merchants angrily reprimanded loudly and said: "He sold us a fake winter thorn grass. Let us explain this matter to him clearly and then send him to the security guard group."

"How could my winter thorn grass be fake?" argued the mixed-blood elf collector who was bruised and swollen.

The Silver Moon Elf businessman had already taken out the magic-sealing box, opened the lid, held the thorn vine wrapped in moss in his hand, and shouted loudly: "You dare to be so harsh, look at what this is... you By pretending that thorn vine is winter thorn grass, do you really think we can’t tell the difference?”

"I……"

The half-blood elf collector wanted to argue, but was kicked down by the silver moon elf merchant.

The angry elf merchants are also full of resentment. It doesn’t matter that you collectors don’t sell our magic herbs. The magic herbs you sell are actually fake. It’s really abominable...

Hearing what the merchants said, the other mixed-blood elf collectors who gathered around hesitated.

The mixed-blood elf collectors who came later secretly asked among the crowd: "Why do those elf merchants beat people so casually?"

"The guy who was beaten sold the fake winter thorn grass to an elf merchant, and he came to find him." Someone explained in a low voice.

"He violated our agreement and sold magic herbs to other elf merchants." Then someone began to murmur condemnation...

"Then should we help him?" Some collectors asked in a low voice.

"He should be taught a lesson..."

It wasn't until the mixed-blood elf collector was knocked to the ground and passed out straight away that the mixed-blood elf collector finally shouted again:

"You guys hit him too hard. If you keep hitting him like this, he will be beaten to death!"

"Hey, are you going to beat him to death? The security guards are coming soon. If he fights, he will be sent to a concentration camp prison."

The Silver Moon Elf merchant took advantage of the chaos and took back the money bag from the mixed-blood elf collector. Seeing that the mixed-blood elf collector was dying, he hurriedly left the free market with the elf merchants.

Several mixed-blood elves who really couldn't stand it anymore worked together to lift the unconscious mixed-blood elf collector and sent him home.

The mixed-blood elf was lying unconscious on the bed covered in blood. The little mixed-blood elf girl at home was so frightened that she cried...

…

The surrounding light dimmed again, and then fog appeared.

The fog cleared, and the elves in the square also completely woke up.

Everyone whispered, and then they were surprised to find that everyone had the same dream.

The mixed-blood elves in the square began to look at the Silver Moon Elf businessman standing under the high platform.

Even the many elf merchants in the square looked at the Silver Moon elf merchant standing under the high platform with a face as pale as paper with doubtful eyes.

The little girl hugged the middle-aged elf's thigh and looked around pitifully.

Roy stood on the high platform again and said loudly to the elves in the square:

"Everyone present may think that they have just experienced a dream, but it is not a dream, but a memory hidden in the mind of this Silver Moon Elf businessman that we walked into, allowing us to see what happened in Freedom a few days ago. What’s happening in the market.”

After saying this, he lowered his head and looked at the Silver Moon Elf businessman next to the high platform, and asked him:

"Do you have anything to defend?"

The Silver Moon Elf businessman stood there in despair. He did not expect that he would be stripped clean from the inside out in this way.

If the glances around him could turn into sharp swords, he might have been pierced by ten thousand swords by now...

Roy lowered his head and said to him:

"Not only did you do something wrong, but you also injured someone. In the end, you sent him to jail and wanted him to be punished by the city hall. Your behavior is too bad. As the governor of Pagisto Plateau , I declare...to sentence you to serve your sentence in the Plateau City Concentration Camp, with a term of two hundred years, and a fine of one hundred magic crystals."

After saying that, he stopped looking at the Silver Moon Elf merchant who was lying limp on the ground, and turned to several other accomplices:

"The other elf merchants involved in the fight were sentenced to ten years in prison, but they can be released on bail."

Roy glanced at Mu Lin, who immediately called several mixed-blood elf warriors and escorted the Silver Moon Elf businessman down under the high platform.

The elf merchants who participated in the fight were also taken away together.

The elves in the square became extremely quiet at this moment. Everyone did not expect that Boss Roy would so casually sentence a Silver Moon Elf businessman to a heavy sentence. Two hundred years of imprisonment was already very harsh for a Silver Moon Elf. It's heavy.

Roy turned around and shouted to the elves in the small square:

"I know that you sell magic herbs to the Mine Guard Group. This can tie us closer together and provide strong support to the Mine Guard Group. But this approach is not good. It will have a negative impact on the people on the plateau. The magic herbal medicine market will form a monopoly and a deformed magic herbal medicine market, which is not what I want to see. "

"As long as the price is right, I really don't mind you selling magic herbs to other magic herbalists. Here's a piece of advice to everyone: don't mess with your wallet."

"Only when a large number of merchants come to the Pagisto Plateau will the Plateau City become more and more prosperous..."

"But at the same time, I want to say to the magic herbalists present here, we welcome herbalists to come to the Pagisto Plateau to do business, but we don't want you to make profits in an improper way. Otherwise, no matter who breaks the law on the Pagisto Plateau, I will put you in the prison of the concentration camp."

"Don't be locked up in prison. Every day is just a muddleheaded way of eating and waiting to die. Have you seen the headhunter prisoners in the concentration camp? The prison in the concentration camp will not keep idle people. Every prisoner who lives in the prison must contribute to this plateau city during his sentence!"

The cheers of the half-blood elves came from the square immediately...