Path of Light.

Chapter 546 547. In the Dream
The news that Boss Roy was publicly trying a counterfeit magic herb case in the Plateau City quickly spread among the elf merchants.

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

Everyone wants to know how Boss Roy will deal with this matter.

After all, the half-elf collector involved in this counterfeiting case betrayed the common 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 half-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 town hall. They gathered together and looked at the half-elf guards around the platform, hoping that Boss Roy could stand on the platform.

……

The Silvermoon Elf Merchant stood at the bottom of the platform, his face looking somewhat ugly at this moment.

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

Several elven merchants who served as witnesses were also brought to the platform in the small square by the Dark Moon Elf warriors. Several merchants gathered together and talked in low voices about a serious topic.

When Zeena, Miss Tiffany, and Moira walked into the city hall, they saw Roy, Sabrina, and Mulin waiting in the hall.

Jie Zena was a sea monster with six arms and a snake body, covered with a layer of light blue scales, which scared Mulin.

Jie Zena looked around with her golden eyes and asked Roy, "Didn't they say that there would be a tree of life in the elves' city?"

Miss Tiffany translated for Roy.

Roy walked up to Jiezena with a smile. Jiezena was half a body taller than him. He had to look up to see Jiezena's face clearly. Roy explained to Jiezena, "This plateau city can only be regarded as a gathering place for half-blood elves."

Jie Zena turned to look at the mermaid lady beside her and asked her, "Tiffany, you just wasted the opportunity for me to help you unconditionally, don't you think it's a pity?"

Miss Tiffany narrowed her eyes. She did not translate this sentence, but stared at the mermaid Zeina and snorted:
"I originally thought it was a bit of a pity, but when you asked me this, I suddenly didn't care so much!"

"..."

"Tiffany should have told you the general situation, so I won't repeat it. I want to know the real situation at that time. Do you have any good ideas?" Roy asked Zeena.

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

In fact, Jie Zena had some ideas during the ride on the magic airship.

……

Roy walked out of the city hall.

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

Moira, Sabrina, Miss Tiffany, and Mulin stood behind Roy, and they could clearly feel the respect the half-blood elves had for Roy.

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

I usually heard from other half-elves that Boss Roy is a half-elf. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I realized that this is what a half-elf is like!
Roy stood at the front of the platform and spoke at the top of his voice:

"The reason why I want to hear this case publicly is because I found that everyone present has made a misunderstanding. Whether you are the half-blood elves on the plateau or the elf merchants who have come from afar, you must understand one thing."

"The original reason why I established the Plateau City was to help 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 is the Kashi Mountains. All materials on the plateau can be continuously transported to the Plateau City. Now that the waterway between Padstow City and the Plateau City has been opened, this place will gradually become prosperous and rich."

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

"Okay, let me make it short. The reason why everyone gathered here is that everyone probably knows about a very bad thing that happened in the free market a few days ago. Now let's take a look at what happened that day!"

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

Suddenly, a melodious song was heard in the square of the Town Hall. The mournful melody made everyone feel an inexplicable pain in their hearts.

The blue sky, which originally had few clouds, suddenly became covered with dark clouds. A gust of wind blew through the square, and the elves in the square found that the surroundings were slowly getting darker.

Darkness covered the entire square like a big hand.

The elves in the darkness couldn't even see each other.

Everyone became panicked and reached out to feel around, but surprisingly there was no one around.

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

In panic, the elves passed through the fog.

Then everyone found themselves inexplicably in the free market. The sky was clear and cloudless... The bustling free market was filled with all kinds of hawking sounds, which instantly flooded into everyone's ears.

Some elf merchants were placing some daily necessities on their stalls, attracting passers-by with their most sincere smiles.

The half-elf collectors were also selling Warcraft materials. They tended to be rather silent, but the prices of the Warcraft materials on their stalls seemed very sincere.

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

Everything before my eyes seemed like time was flowing backwards...

……

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

The Silver Moon Elf merchant saw the half-elf gatherer and asked:
"Do you want to buy something, or do you have something you want to sell me? I only accept high-grade magical herbs."

The half-elf collector was a little nervous. He grasped 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 grass, do you want to see it?"

"Okay, take it out and let me see it." The Silver Moon Elf Merchant immediately became interested and walked around the stall to come over.

The half-elf collector opened the cloth bag and found a thick layer of moss inside, but the moss was now covered with a thin layer of ice.

The Silvermoon Elf Merchant stared at the moss in surprise and immediately covered the bag again.

He turned around and whispered to his followers to take good care of the stall. He led the half-elf collector out of the noisy market and to a secluded corner next to the market, where he asked the half-elf collector to take out the cloth bag again.

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-elf gatherer stumbled and said:
"This is a very rare winter thorn grass that only grows in the snowy mountains in the north of the plateau. Would you like to buy it, boss?"

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

Half-Blood Elf Gatherer said:
"One hundred magic crystals! My little Aisley has reached school age. I plan to send her to the Elf Continent. I heard that the tuition fees of the Elf Academy there are very expensive. In addition, I also need to prepare some living expenses for her..."

The half-elf collector was interrupted by the Silvermoon Elf Merchant before he could finish his words.

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

The Silvermoon Elf merchant scolded the half-elf gatherer until his face turned pale and red.

"I know! One hundred magic crystals can give my little Ashley a future with infinite possibilities." The half-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."

When the Silvermoon Elf Merchant saw the half-elf gatherer trying to turn around and leave, he quickly chased after him.

"Wait, business requires bargaining! I don't want to pay a high price for this winter thorn grass, but I really like this winter thorn grass. I like it so much that I can accept a higher price."

The Silver Moon Elf Merchant's face changed several colors before finally revealing a bright smile again.

The half-elf gatherer held the package in his arms and said nothing more.

The Silver Moon Elf Merchant scratched his head in annoyance, then asked, "Are you sure you want to sell it for 100 magic crystals? It can't be any cheaper?"

The half-elf gatherer nodded firmly.

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

The Silver Moon Elf Merchant said through gritted teeth.

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

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

Seeing the smile on his face...

……

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

Then the figure of the half-elf collector gradually faded and disappeared.

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

(End of this chapter)