Path of Light.

Chapter 599 600. That kid is here again

Old Pike knew that Roy possessed the power of holy light, but he was not a priest of the Statue of Liberty.

Roy's identity is somewhat mysterious, and he always has his own ideas and persistence when treating the wounded.

When treating a wound, Roy would first clean the sores and dirt around the wound, and he also liked to use light salt water to clean the wound. Finally, he would use holy light to heal the wound, then suture the wound with silk thread and bandage it with a bandage to prevent secondary infection.

Old Parker's treatment method was simple and rough. He would be very careful in cleaning the wound, and sometimes even cut off a little more to avoid hidden dangers.

Old Pike preferred to use diluted healing potions to clean wounds. He rarely sutured the wounds, but instead bandaged them tightly and waited for them to heal.

Old Pike has been in the Dark Land for more than ten years and is very experienced in dealing with the dark energy that has eroded the demon hunter's body.

He is an old priest who has lost the power of holy light. His body has aged to the point where he is no longer able to sneak back to the Elf Continent and can only stay in the dark land and linger on.

The fact that he was able to gain a foothold in the wanderer camp had nothing to do with the fact that he was an old priest. The main reason why he was able to have a place in the wanderer camp was that he was able to treat the injured demon hunters.

Demon hunters have to face dark creatures almost every day. Even the most experienced demon hunters cannot guarantee that they will not get hurt when going out to hunt dark creatures.

Old Pike's living in the wanderer camp is a kind of survival guarantee for this group of demon hunters, so the demon hunters in the wanderer camp rarely offend Old Pike.

Now Old Pike looked at Roy with horror. He never expected that Roy had the ability to make more than a dozen senior demon hunters disappear out of thin air, and no one could return to the wanderer camp alive.

And now Roy has returned to the homeless camp...

What Old Pike was most worried about was that Roy would vent his anger on the entire camp because of the last incident. Since he possessed such a huge force, he would be a huge threat to the Rangers' Camp.

That's why Old Pike asked Roy:
"Then why did you come to the homeless camp this time?"

Roy drank the holy water in the cup and placed the empty cup on a shelf beside him. Then he lifted the collar of his linen shirt, revealing the bulging purse at his waist. He patted it hard, and the soul crystals inside clattered like pebbles.

"I brought enough soul crystals this time, and I plan to purchase some dark beast materials in the camp. Last time I bought some bone blades of the dark sickle, and this time I plan to buy some other things. Anyway, I plan to buy whatever is valuable..."

Roy said, smiling and hiding from Old Pike.

"I need to buy some more. You're not going to come to the camp to catch these idiots again this time, are you?"

Old Parker stared at the purse on Roy's waist with wide eyes, muttering to Roy.

It is a stupid and easy to catch sea fish that stays in old Pike's hometown.

"If anyone still wants to run into the muzzle of the gun, I will definitely not show mercy." Roy responded in a low voice.

Hearing Roy say this, Old Pike breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "Although they are a little greedy, they are not that stupid. I think they will tuck their tails between their legs this time."

Roy took out two large wooden barrels of holy water from his magic waist bag and piled them in front of the messy shelves.

Old Pike took a deep breath and said in surprise: "So many..."

"It's a pity that it can't be stored for too long, otherwise I would find a way to bring you some more. There are many hidden dangers in your body. Try to drink more water and take good care of yourself. Anyway, this thing will be wasted if you can't drink it." Roy said with a smile.

"You brought so much this time, it's enough for me to take a good bath!"

Old Pike leaned over and saw that there was a forbidden magic scroll attached to one end of the barrel. Before the magic power of this scroll was consumed, the holy light power in the holy water would not evaporate...

"You actually have such a good thing in your hand!"

Old Pike said as he stared at the priceless magic scroll.

Roy smiled, patted the purse on his waist again, and said proudly: "As long as there is money in my pocket, I can buy a lot of things!"

"Including the sap of life?"

Old Pike asked jokingly.

"Of course!"

Roy answered without hesitation.

Old Parker turned around and took out a broken drawer from the messy shelf. He dusted off the drawer and opened the cover. Inside was a box full of soul crystals. He stuffed the entire drawer into Roy's hands and said to him:
"Just help me buy the sap of the tree of life with the value of this box of soul crystals. Buy as much as you can!" Old Parker pursed his cracked lips.

Roy scratched his chin with his fingers, thinking quietly, and after a while he said:

"In the black market of Castleton City, the price of Life Tree Sap is one magic crystal stone for one cup of diluted Life Tree Sap. The specifications of the cup are the most commonly used fruit wine cups in local taverns. The value of this kind of soul crystal is obviously not as good as the magic crystal. According to my estimation, ten soul crystals can be exchanged for one magic crystal. In this case, let me count how many soul crystals are in your box..."

Old Pike interrupted Roy:
"Wait, are you saying you want to make this deal with me at Castleton City's price?"

Roy raised his eyebrows and showed a matter-of-fact expression:

"There is no price reference in the Dark Land, so of course I will give you a friendly price. But don't treat me as the Tree of Life. I don't produce this. Every drop is bought from the black market, so don't even think of me giving you a discount on this deal!"

As he spoke, he actually counted the soul crystals in the drawer carefully. There were actually 500 soul crystals stuffed in the square wooden drawer, which meant that Roy needed to give Old Parker 50 cups of diluted life tree juice.

"It's just the right amount, no more, no less than fifty."

After Roy finished speaking, he pulled out an oak barrel from his magic waist bag. Under Old Pike's somewhat dull gaze, he pried open the cork on the barrel with a dagger, then reached into the barrel with a measuring cup tied to a thin stick and scooped out a full cup of life sap that was flowing with the pure breath of life.

This is the diluted sap of life, and it is the kind of sap of life that has not been blended twice. There is a semicircular ink stamp of "Castletown Trading Company" on the edge of the oak barrel.
Old Parker rubbed his eyes hard and watched Roy scoop out fifty cups of life-sap from the oak barrel and pour all the life-sap into a wooden basin, which was half full.

"Well, your box of soul crystals and our friendship can only exchange for this much life tree juice at most. You have to drink it sparingly. After all, I don't have much. The life tree juice produced by each life tree in the Elf Continent is very limited, and the life tree juice that can flow to the black market is even less..."

Roy said as he smashed the cork into the round opening of the oak barrel.

Old Pike looked at the half basin of life-sap in front of him with some excitement. His lips were trembling slightly. He scooped a little life-sap from the edge of the basin with his fingers and smeared it on his lips. His dry lips became visibly moisturized.

Old Pike quickly took out a few potion bottles from the shelf, poured half a basin of the sap of the tree of life into the bottles, put them close to his body in his bag, and then looked around. When he found that no demon hunter was paying attention to this side, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Roy, do you know that the sap of life in the barrel alone is enough for all the demon hunters in the wanderer camp to kill you ten times in the wilderness?" Old Pike warned Roy in a low voice.

"Then you have to be like me, worried and cautious every day, not letting anyone see the sap of life hidden on your body..." Roy responded with a smile.

"I'm not kidding you!" Old Pike said seriously. "Roy, what is your true identity? I don't think you are an ordinary half-elf!"

"They all like to call me Boss Roy. Just think of me as a businessman walking between the Elf Continent and the Dark Land."

Roy wiped his hands and was the first to walk out of the rest area where only the two of them were.

He walked to the front of Old Pike's tent, stopped at the entrance of the tent, and turned to Old Pike:
"Let's take care of these gentlemen's wounds first!"

……

'That young half-elf has come to camp again'

After dawn, the homeless camp was in an uproar, and the whole camp was talking about this incident like crazy.

A while ago, more than a dozen demon hunters from the wanderer camp followed Roy when he left, preparing to rob this wealthy young half-elf who was carrying more than a hundred dark sickle bone blades and a large amount of soul crystals in the wilderness of the Dark Land.

But in recent days, none of the demon hunters who participated in the robbery returned to the wanderer camp, making this matter very abnormal!

Now Roy appeared in the camp's market again, which was enough to prove that the young half-elf boy in front of him was the final winner.

Especially, he had a bulging purse hanging around his waist again, and this time, the goods Roy purchased in the market of the wanderer camp were no longer just the bone blade of the dark sickle. He held a parchment list in his hand, and every time he stopped in front of a stall, he would open the list and check it carefully. He almost purchased the dark beast materials according to the list.

This time at the camp's market, Roy first asked the stall owners to quote the prices of their goods, with five or six selling prices marked for each item.

Finally, Roy used the quill pen in his hand to draw horizontal lines on the parchment, and then filled in a new price behind the horizontal lines. This price was exactly half of the average price calculated from these quotations...

Roy told the price to the stall owners in the market one by one. The stall owners who were willing to sell the Warcraft materials received the soul crystals on the spot and completed the transaction.

The stall owner, who didn't want to sell the Warcraft materials at such a low price, had no choice but to sit back in front of the stall, and Roy didn't try to persuade him anymore.

This time, Roy purchased a wide variety of goods, and all the goods were piled together like a small mountain.

There was no way to fit all the supplies into the magic waist bag. After Roy completed the purchase, he sat quietly next to the pile of goods and waited.

He ignored the demon hunters who looked at him in surprise, nor did he pay attention to the demon hunters' attempts to chat him up. Even when some demon hunters stood in front of Roy, Roy would not even look at them.

"Are you a merchant from the Dark Land?" some demon hunters asked Roy curiously.

Roy turned his head to look at the goods beside him, and then replied: "Just barely!"

"Did anything unexpected happen after you left our camp the last time you came?" a demon hunter bravely asked Roy.

Roy didn't bother to pay attention to him, just smiled and shook his head.

Seeing that Roy seemed easy to deal with, the demon hunters came over one after another, curiously asking about the prices of the monster materials on the pile.

Roy said nothing more.

The group of demon hunters did not dare to do anything to Roy. Seeing that Roy looked indifferent and did not say anything, they could only leave muttering in anger.

Soon, two flatbed trucks appeared outside the homeless camp.

The elves wearing light leather armor were pushing the cart. They had daggers tied to their thighs. They were taciturn, with scarves covering their noses. Their eyes were like cold needles, making people shiver inadvertently.

When they arrived at the wanderer camp, they did not follow the rules and threw a soul crystal into the campfire. Instead, they pushed the flatbed cart directly in front of Roy.

Without even needing Roy to signal, the elves hurriedly loaded the Warcraft materials Roy had bought onto the flatbed truck.

After all the goods were loaded, the elves pushed two flatbed carts and left the wanderer camp without saying a word.

This time, Roy followed the flatbed truck and left the homeless camp with the elves...

……

"Where on earth did those elves come from? I've been to several nearby camps, but I've never seen these guys in any of them..."

A demon hunter looked at the two flatbed trucks leaving the camp and then spoke up to complain.

Another demon hunter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and exclaimed:
"My goodness, when they look at others, it's like there's a knife hidden in their eyes. I can't even look them in the eye!"

"Their eyes are so cold..."

"So... now you know! That young half-elf is not alone. I guess the guys who chased and robbed him last time may not come back..."

After these words were spoken, the group of demon hunters fell silent instantly.

"What are we going to do next?"

A demon hunter couldn't help but say.

"He came to our camp this time to purchase so many Warcraft materials. I guess he wants to tell us that he only wants to do business here. We should not mess with him..."

"..."

"Since everyone knows that guy is not easy to mess with, just be more careful in the future."

An experienced demon hunter took the opportunity to speak.

"I heard that Evelyn and the others have some relationship with that kid. When they come back, we will go and ask Evelyn and the others..."

(End of this chapter)