Path of Light.

Chapter 541 542. Some Things in the Plateau City
Ultimately, the three investigators did not receive any response from the Silver Pegasus Legion and left Queen's Island following a supply ship.

In fact, the investigators knew very well that the Silver Pegasus military was reluctant to respond directly because it did not intend to deal with the young half-elf officer without any evidence.

"Should we return to Buenos Aires or continue our investigation in the Partington plane?" an investigator asked in a low voice.

This time, he entered the Partington plane to conduct a comprehensive investigation, but he did not collect any useful information, which made him somewhat unwilling.

"I don't want to go to the Partington plane again. I want to go back to Buenos Aires. As for the investigation report to be submitted, I plan to write down everything I saw and heard along the way." The second investigator shook his head and said dejectedly.

"In fact, we can't prove that Roy deliberately killed Abir." The last investigator said helplessly.

The investigator who spoke first continued:

"Then we will write down all the information we have found in the investigation report, and let those guys in the Inquisition decide what to do!"

A sea breeze blew, but it couldn't blow away the irritation in the hearts of the three investigators.

……

Most of the main buildings in the Plateau City have been completed, except for some scaffolding that has not been removed.

The roofs of many buildings are decorated with exquisite stone carvings, and the front walls are also decorated with relief murals.

The elves' pursuit of beauty has almost become an obsession.

The city on the plateau is not very big.

Fountains can be seen at every intersection.

Most of these fountains flow out from stone sculptures and then flow into a pool made of hollow bricks.

This type of pool has an overflow groove on the edge. When the pool is filled with water, the excess clean water will flow into the culvert along the overflow groove.

Every street in the Plateau City is clean and tidy, and the residents in the city are some half-elves.

Initially, most of the half-elves living in the Plateau City were families of the mine guards.

Later, some half-elf gatherers gradually chose to settle in the Plateau City.

These elves together number about eight thousand people.

The busiest place in the city right now is the concentration camp for highland headhunter prisoners of war.

There were about 12,000 prisoners of war held in the concentration camp. They were the main force in building the city and had to perform heavy labor every day.

The Headhunter Concentration Camp is also the place that Roy is most worried about, because the main force of the mine guard regiment is not currently stationed in the Plateau City.

Once the headhunters in the concentration camp launch a riot in the Plateau City, the existing military forces in the Plateau City will be unable to quell the riot.

The concentration camp was located in the southwest corner of the plateau city, just one street away from the free market.

The concentration camp was surrounded by a four-meter-high wall with five-meter-high arrow towers at the four corners.

From the outside, there are four such arrow towers, distributed in the four corners.

But if you walk into the concentration camp, you will find that there are actually fourteen such arrow towers in the camp.

Moreover, these arrow towers are connected by high walls, and archers can support each other through the high walls between the arrow towers.

A team of half-elf warriors walked into the main gate of the concentration camp. The half-elf warriors in charge of guarding the concentration camp stood upright at their posts and saluted Roy who walked in from the main gate.

The headhunters' barracks are row houses, with iron fences separating some larger rooms, and inside the rooms are bunk beds.

The living environment of these headhunters was completely private. There was only a straw mat on the bed and a wooden barrel filled with water in the corner of the room.

A group of headhunter prisoners had just returned from the construction site. They were standing beside a wall in the yard. There was a row of water outlets on the top of the wall, and dozens of water jets were pouring down from the outlets. The headhunter prisoners were taking a bath in the open air area.

Perhaps because they have been exposed to the sun for too long, the skin of these headhunters has turned bronze.

Roy said to the half-blood elf officer in the concentration camp: "Take me to their cafeteria."

The headhunters' cafeteria only has some long tables and no benches, so everyone has to stand when eating in the cafeteria.

There was a kind of sticky porridge cooking in the big iron pot in the cafeteria. Roy walked closer and took a closer look, but he couldn't tell what was cooking inside.

However, there were some headhunter prisoners in the cafeteria holding wooden plates and eating this porridge.

"what is this?"

Roy picked up a long-handled spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge from the pot, put it under his nose and smelled it. The smell was not strange.

The officer in the concentration camp quickly replied:
"They usually eat porridge made from cassava, which is abundant in the savanna. Twice a week they also cook meat soup, and occasionally they eat breadfruit and apples."

He took Roy to the warehouse next to the cafeteria. The warehouse was filled with plant roots as thick as arms. He introduced them to Roy, saying, "These are cassava, which is a common food for headhunters."

A group of female headhunters placed the washed cassava in a stone trough. Two strong headhunter women stood on both sides, each holding a large wooden hammer, and kept beating the cassava until it turned into a mud. Then they scooped out the cassava juice and soaked it in a large vat next to them.

These headhunter women were still chatting, but when they saw Roy and his group coming in, they immediately shut up and worked honestly...

Roy walked out of the cafeteria and came to the small square in the concentration camp.

Almost all the half-elf officers above the rank of squad leader in the concentration camp gathered here.

Roy roughly counted and found that there were less than two hundred half-elf officers.

He stood on the low wall at the edge of the square so that all the officers in the concentration camp could see him...

Roy clapped his hands, and the surroundings quickly became quiet. All the half-elf officers looked at Roy.

Roy said to the officer guarding the concentration camp:

"In fact, I have been worried for the past two months that something might go wrong in the Plateau City concentration camp. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of my sleep, fearing that there would be riots."

"I think whether these headhunter prisoners have weapons or not does not affect their combat effectiveness."

"Now it seems that you have done a good job and you have managed this place very well!"

When the half-elf officers heard what Roy said, they all clapped excitedly, and everyone's morale was high. Roy waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Roy continued:

"At present, the concentration camp in Plateau City is considered a high-risk area."

"The job you concentration camp guards do is also quite dangerous. It's mainly because of me that we can't station enough troops in the Plateau City, which makes it a bit dangerous here!"

"So how to manage the concentration camp well is also a great test for you guards."

"I hope you can follow the management system of the concentration camp and make sure that rewards and punishments are clearly distinguished. Only in this way can the headhunters in the concentration camp learn to abide by the rules and know what they can and cannot do. If you make a mistake, you will be punished. If you have made a contribution, you will be rewarded. Only in this way can these headhunters get used to life in the concentration camp as soon as possible..."

Roy said a lot, mainly telling the half-elf guards in the concentration camp to clearly distinguish between rewards and punishments.

After touring the concentration camp, Roy even went to see the headhunter prisoners' lunch in person.

The dining room was filled with headhunter prisoners eating cassava porridge from wooden plates.

It can be seen that these headhunter prisoners can still accept cassava porridge.

Roy found that the older and female headhunters in the concentration camp were more accepting of this kind of life. They even felt that living in the concentration camp was more stable and they did not have to worry about food. It was much more comfortable than living in the tribal villages.

Inside the row houses of the concentration camp, some of the headhunters' children ran around without restraint, with no guards to restrict their activity area.

Some elderly headhunters were sitting in the sun, leaning against the clean walls of the row houses, basking in the sun. Looking at them with squinted eyes and drowsy looks, they seemed extremely leisurely.

As for the headhunter prisoners who were doing hard labor, they didn't seem to be very averse to this kind of intense labor. Roy could even see some of the headhunter prisoners wrestling in an open field after they had taken a shower and had lunch.

The camp leader also told Roy:

"Boss Roy, these headhunters working as laborers on the construction site will earn points based on their performance every day. These points can be accumulated and exchanged for some biological items. They can also use their days off to buy bison meat at the market to improve their meals."

Roy nodded and left the camp with Mulin and Sabrina.

……

When Woods walked into the free market of the Plateau City, he saw some elven merchants setting up stalls in the market. Most of the goods sold on the stalls were daily necessities, such as cloth and iron pots.

Of course there are also some bowstrings, daggers, whetstones, flints and other miscellaneous items.

What surprised Woods was that magic herbs were almost nowhere to be found in the free market of Plateau City.

But you can still find some primary Warcraft materials...

Woods saw a half-elf dressed as a hunter setting up a stall. On the stall were some animal tendons, leather, spiral sheep horns, etc., ordinary materials and magical materials mixed together. He was sitting on a woven wicker basket, eating an apple with relish.

“Are you a gatherer?”

Woods saw the small hoe leaning against the wicker basket and asked curiously.

"Usually I collect some Demon King Grass in the foothills in the southwest. Occasionally, if I see a Demon Antelope, I will hunt it. These pieces of skin were pulled from the Demon Antelope, but the quality is not very good!" said the half-elf collector shyly.

He was wearing a set of light armor made of demon antelope skin, with an ordinary dagger hanging on his waist, and the longbow on his back looked pretty good...

"Then why are there no magic herbs in your stall?" Roy asked curiously, "Have they all been sold out?"

"You want to buy magic herbs? Then you have to deal with the mine guards." The half-elf collector answered frankly: "The collectors here basically sell magic herbs to the military buyers of the mine guards. It is not only convenient, but also does not require negotiation of price."

Woods asked in surprise, "Don't you think you can make more money if you set up a stall to sell it?"

"But the buyers of the mine guard group belong to Boss Roy's business! Hey, what do you want to buy?" The half-elf collector couldn't help but ask again.

Woods said quickly: "I originally wanted to buy some magic herbs, but I couldn't find them in the free market..."

"It's normal that you can't find magic herbs in the free market. The biggest buyer here is Boss Roy. Who would sell magic herbs to other merchants?" The half-elf collector said proudly. Then she whispered, "Are you the merchant who came here from Padstow? If I can't buy magic herbs, I think it's okay to buy some magic materials!"

……

Moe and Miss Tiffany did not hang out in the Free Market area, but chose to wander around the residential areas of the city.

In fact, the buildings in the Plateau City are very compact, and these buildings built with hollow bricks are relatively regular.

Although some of them look square and don't quite fit the elves' aesthetics, they're actually still acceptable...

In the alleys of the plateau city, you can often see arch bridges overhead, and clothes are hung on many roofs to dry. The alleys are already full of life.

Although the half-elves did not sleep in tree houses, they filled their huts with lush plants. Ivy even grew on the walls of some buildings, and the rich breath of life filled the alley.

"Actually, building a city like this on the plateau doesn't look bad!"

Moira walked out of the alley first, turned around and smiled at Miss Tiffany behind her.

As she was speaking, a tearful half-elf girl ran past Moira carrying a small cooking pot. Moira turned around and the half-elf girl almost bumped into her. The small cooking pot in her hand shook violently.

Some of the soup in the pot, which had a herbal flavor, accidentally spilled out.

The half-elf girl exclaimed, "Oh my!"

She quickly slowed down to make the cooking pot more stable. At this moment, her tear-stained face looked even more aggrieved. She pouting her lips and continued to run forward with tears in her eyes.

"Is it okay? Do you want me to help you?" Moira hurriedly followed and asked the half-elf girl.

"Hey, Moira, before we came out, Sabrina told me to keep an eye on you and mind my own business. Have you forgotten?"

Miss Tiffany stood at the entrance of the alley and shouted to Moira's back.

Moira said without even turning her head: "How can it be a trivial matter? I bumped into her by accident. I'll see if I can help. Tiffany, just wait for me here. I'll be back soon..."

"Hey, don't leave me!"

Seeing Moira running into the alley, Miss Tiffany quickly followed her from behind...

(End of this chapter)