Path of Light.

Chapter 547 548. Roy's Judgment

The Silvermoon Elf Merchant carefully packed the Winter Thorn Grass into a Magic Sealing Box. He was naturally very happy that the purchase was successful.

When I returned to the stall, I was still excited.

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

The Silver Moon Elf merchant looked a little melancholy, and couldn't help complaining as he stood in front of the stall:
"I've been in Plateau City for so many days, but I've only been able to purchase three magic herbs. The magic herb business is really hard to do 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 echoed.

"I plan to leave tomorrow and go back to Padstow to rest for half a month, then try my luck in the Blackwater Swamp. I heard that the half-blood elf collectors there are very united and will not easily sell magic herbs to outsiders." The complaining Silver Moon Elf merchant sighed and added, "Anyway, I don't want to come again!"

"I don't want to come here anymore. There is no business here!"

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

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

"What?" The Silvermoon Elf Merchant asked curiously, putting his hand on his chest.

"Hide of a bison."

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

"It's definitely not a good idea to sell it to the elves, but aren't there a lot of imperial merchants popping up in the ports of the Elf Continent now? Can't we just sell it to them?"

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

The Silver Moon Elf merchant who was about to quit finally said:
"Since I won't be coming here anymore, I'm going to make a big deal for one last time."

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

The Silver Moon Elf Merchant asked with his eyes wide open. As he said this, his hand accidentally touched the magic box containing the Winter Thorn Grass. At this moment, the Silver Moon Elf Merchant froze in place, and his eyes suddenly had a strange look.

"There are plenty of one-horned bison in the wilderness. Those half-elf hunters won't suffer much loss. They can make up for it by hunting a few more one-horned bison..."

The Silvermoon Elf merchant who was beginning to think of backing out chuckled and said nonchalantly.

"The next time we meet will probably be in Padstow. Then we can go for a drink together!"

"A word is settled!"

The Silvermoon Elf merchant, who was beginning to have the idea of ​​quitting, left the stall.

The Silvermoon Elf Merchant suddenly sat down in front of the stall and fell into deep thought.

……

The darkness fell again, and then a fog appeared. The elves passed through the fog, and the scenery before them turned into the green grassland beside the Tolai River. The river meandered, and the gurgling sound of the flowing water made the surroundings become extremely lively.

There were several white tents in the camp, with a small bonfire in the middle of the tents and fragrant lemon tea cooking in a hanging iron pot.

The Silvermoon Elf Merchant was sitting on a stone, with the magic box at his feet.

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

After a moment, he took out a magic box from his magic waist bag and carefully put the winter thorn grass taken out of the moss into the magic box. Then he thought about it and took out a thorn vine from the tent. He cut a small piece of the thorn vine with a dagger and removed all the thorns on it.

He wrapped the thorn vine in moss, wrapping it up completely.

The Silver Moon Elf Merchant took out a magic scroll from his arms. As he tore the magic scroll open, the frost that emerged from the magic pattern array quickly froze the moss skin hard. He placed the thorn vine wrapped in the moss skin in the magic box and sat for a while before running to find other elf merchant friends.

"I was cheated by a half-elf gatherer. He sold me a winter thorn grass. When I came back, I found out that it was not winter thorn grass at all, but a cheap thorn vine..." said the Silvermoon Elf merchant with an angry face.

The elf merchants gathered together. They had long been dissatisfied with these gatherers. Now that something like this had suddenly happened, they all responded immediately:
"What are you waiting for? Go find that guy!"

"Do you remember what that guy looks like?"

"I remember it very clearly. He was a middle-aged half-blood elf..."

A group of elven merchants immediately ran to the entrance of the free market and waited until the half-elven collector appeared again.

The Silver Moon Elf merchant recognized him in the crowd at a glance. He gritted his teeth, pointed at the half-elf gatherer and shouted, "That's him."

"Catch him quickly..."

A group of elven merchants rushed towards the half-elven gatherer at the same time. These elven merchants were accompanied by some followers. They easily trapped the half-elven gatherer with an innocent face in a secluded corner of the market.

There were too many elves surrounding them, and the half-elf collector thought about running away when he saw that things were not going well. Unfortunately, he was knocked to the ground by a group of elf merchants in an instant.

The half-elf gatherers were beaten black and blue by the elf merchants...

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

After they surrounded him, they saw that the person being beaten was also a half-blood elf, and someone immediately came out to stop them:
"What's going on? This is the Highland City. How can you hit someone?" The elf merchants shouted angrily, "He sold us a fake winter thorn grass. We will talk to him about this and then send him to the Security Guard."

"How could my winter thorn grass be fake?" argued the half-elf gatherer who was beaten black and blue.

The Silver Moon Elf merchant had already taken out the magic box and opened the lid. He held up the moss-wrapped thorn vine in his hand and shouted, "How dare you talk back? Look at what this is... You're using thorn vines to impersonate winter thorn grass. Do you really think we can't tell the difference?"

"I……"

The half-elf collector wanted to argue but was kicked down by the Silvermoon Elf Merchant.

The angry elf merchants were also filled with resentment. It would be fine if you collectors didn't sell us magic herbs, but the magic herbs you sold were actually fake. How abominable...

After hearing what the merchants said, the other half-elf collectors who had gathered around hesitated.

The half-elf collector who came over later secretly asked in 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 here." Someone explained in a low voice.

"He broke the agreement between us and sold the magic herbs to other elf merchants." Then someone began to quietly condemn...

"Should we help him?" a collector also asked in a low voice.

"He should be taught a lesson..."

It was not until the half-blood elf collector was knocked to the ground and fainted that he finally shouted loudly:

"You guys hit him too hard. If you keep hitting him like this, you'll kill him!"

"Hey, are you going to beat him to death? The security guards will be here soon. Anyone who fights will be thrown into the concentration camp prison."

The Silvermoon Elf Merchant took advantage of the chaos to take the money bag back from the Half-Elf Gatherer. Seeing that the Half-Elf Gatherer was dying, he hurriedly left the free market with the Elf Merchants.

Several half-elves who couldn't bear to watch any longer lifted up the unconscious half-elf collector and sent him home.

The half-blood elf was lying unconscious on the bed, covered in blood. The half-blood elf girl at home was so scared that she kept crying...

……

The light around dimmed again, and then fog appeared.

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

Everyone talked in low voices, and then they were surprised to find that they had all had the same dream.

The half-elves in the square began to look at the Silvermoon Elf merchant standing under the platform.

Even many elven merchants in the square looked at the Silver Moon elven merchant with a puzzled look, whose face was as pale as paper and who was standing under the high platform.

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

Roy stood on the platform again and said loudly to the elves in the square:
"Everyone present here may think that they have just experienced a dream, but it is not a dream. Instead, we have entered into a memory hidden in the mind of this Silver Moon Elf merchant, allowing us to see what happened in the free market a few days ago."

After saying this, he lowered his head and looked at the Silver Moon Elf merchant next to the platform and asked him:
"Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

The Silvermoon Elf merchant stood there in despair. He had never expected that he would be stripped clean from head to toe in this way.

If the eyes around him could turn into sharp swords, he would probably have been pierced through the heart by thousands of swords by now...

Roy bowed his head and said to him:
"Not only did you do something wrong, you also injured someone and finally sent him to prison. You wanted him to be punished by the City Hall. Your behavior is too bad. As the governor of Pagisto Plateau, I declare... I sentence you to serve two hundred years in the Plateau City Concentration Camp and fine you one hundred magic crystals."

After saying this, he stopped looking at the Silver Moon Elf Merchant who was lying limp on the ground and turned to the other accomplices and said:
"The other elf merchants who participated in the fight will be sentenced to ten years in prison, but they can be released on bail."

Roy glanced at Mulin, who immediately called over a few half-elf warriors to take the Silver Moon Elf merchant, who was limp under the platform, down.

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

The elves in the square became extremely quiet at this moment. No one expected that Boss Roy would so casually sentence a Silver Moon Elf merchant to a heavy sentence. Two hundred years in prison was already a very heavy sentence for a Silver Moon Elf.

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

"I know that you sell magic herbs to the mine guards. This will bring us closer together and provide strong support to the mine guards. However, this practice is not good. It will form a monopoly on the magic herb market on the plateau and create a deformed magic herb market. This is not what I want to see."

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

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

"But at the same time, I want to say something to the magic herbalists present here. We welcome you 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 a concentration camp."

"Don't be locked up in prison, where you will just eat and wait for death every day. Have you seen the headhunters in the concentration camp? The prisons in the concentration camps 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 immediately rang out in the square...

(End of this chapter)