Chapter 542 543. A murder caused by a winter thorn grass
The little mixed-blood elf girl ran very fast and slipped into a private house in a blink of an eye.
Moira glanced at the courtyard door and did not run in directly. After all, it was someone else's home.
She hung her arms on the courtyard wall and peeked into the courtyard secretly.
The yard is very clean. It is a very small yard. There is a date palm tree planted in the corner of the yard, and there is a swing hanging under the tree. When the wind blows, the leaves hanging down from the date palm tree do not stop. Dancing.
The door was open and there was good light in the house.
The little mixed-blood elf girl poured the concoction from the small cooking pot into a wooden cup. Moira could smell the bitter smell of styptic grass emanating from the concoction from a distance of more than ten meters.
Moira squatted on the wall, hidden by the shadow of the eaves.
Miss Tiffany chased after her from behind and called in a low voice to Moira, who was squatting on the wall like a tabby cat: "Hey, Moira, come down here quickly..."
Moira turned back and put her fingers on her lips, making a silencing gesture towards Miss Tiffany. With a matching smile on her face, she jumped into the yard.
Miss Tiffany bit her lower lip angrily, swearing in her heart that she would never run out and go shopping with Moira next time.
Moira hung her body on the eaves, her hair hanging down like a waterfall, then her full forehead and big black crystal eyes.
Through the window, she saw a middle-aged male elf lying on the bed, looking like he was sick and a little weak.
Then Moira noticed the bruises on the male elf's face and thought that he might be injured.
Hearing a series of slight movements, the little mixed-blood elf girl carefully held the cup and walked into the bedroom from the outer room. She stood on the bedside and fed the concoction in the cup to the unconscious male elf. Some flowed out from the corner of her mouth, and the little girl quickly wiped it with a handkerchief, and then whispered:
"Abba must get well soon."
Looking at her cute look, it was as if a finger had touched Moira's softest heart, reminding her of an experience she had when she was a child. During that time, Jillian was seriously ill, and she was just... When the little girl was so old, she felt that the whole world was gray during that time.
Fortunately, she had Sabrina by her side at that time, and it was Sabrina who held up her sky.
The little girl gave the middle-aged elf medicine, washed the cups and small cooking pot, and placed them on the table outside. The little girl ran to the yard to wash clothes.
After washing the clothes, I squatted in the corner again and secretly wiped my tears.
Moira wanted to help, but didn't know how. She snuck down from the roof and ran back to the street in a depressed mood.
Miss Tiffany was leaning against the wall, holding the water bag above her head and pouring water on her head.
Seeing Moira return glumly, he asked with concern:
"Moira, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, maybe I'm a little homesick..."
After Moira finished speaking, she took Miss Tiffany's arm and walked out of the alley.
…
When Woods entered the free market, he was full of contradictions. He did not expect that the biggest market tyrant in this market was Roy.
This market is actually not that big. It is only about two hundred meters long from one side to the other.
The stalls set up by foreign merchants and mixed-blood elf collectors were clearly distinct in the market, and they were completely incompatible areas.
Especially at the intersection of the Free Market near the prisoner of war concentration camp, there was actually a stall selling poison horn bison meat. There was a lot of bright red flesh hanging on the bloody iron hooks, which made Woods frown as he passed by...
Like many elves, Woods is extremely disgusted with the killing of animals.
However, there are many mixed-blood elf hunters who don't care about this. Although they don't eat animal meat, they don't mind hunting these beasts.
In order to obtain some precious magic materials, elves will enter the forest to hunt monsters.
In the eyes of mixed elves, herbivores such as bison and argali in the wilderness are no different from the monsters in the forest. They are all prey in their eyes.
Woods squatted in front of a stall of a mixed-blood elf collector. There were some plant roots on the stall. Although there were no magic herbs, Woods was also curious about what species these plants were.
"The roots of the lantern fruit are very well preserved. As long as they are buried in the soil and poured with some water, they can come back to life. By this time next year, the new branches will be covered with bunches of lantern fruit. "
The mixed-blood elf stall owner in front of the stall introduced Woods enthusiastically.
Woods gently pushed aside the moss wrapped around the roots. Sure enough, the roots inside were kept moist and looked full of vitality. Woods decided to buy the roots of the lantern fruit and plant them in the place Roy had prepared for him. Under the window sill outside a hut.
"How much does this cost?" Woods asked curiously.
"Five Koles."
The mixed-blood elf stall owner stretched out his hand and made a gesture.
Woods selected six well-preserved roots and paid the stall owner thirty kohler.
Seeing that he paid so readily, the mixed-blood elf stall owner smiled and said to him that he could look at other products. There were still a lot of good things in his stall.
"But you don't have magic herbs here. Judging from your dress, you must be a collector, right?" Woods said casually while picking at the stall.
"Of course, how much money can I exchange for these plant roots alone?" the stall owner said very proudly: "But it is impossible for you to buy magic herbs from me. To be honest, if you are a magic herb merchant, It’s best not to expect much medicinal herbs from Pagisto Plateau.”
"Almost all the collectors here will not sell magic herbs in the market. This is an agreement that all of us elves have made long ago."
"...Did someone force you to sell magic herbs to the mine guard group?" Woods asked in surprise.
"Why do you think so? If you had experienced the darkest period on the Pagisto Plateau and understood what Boss Roy had done in the plateau city, I'm afraid you wouldn't have any doubts about these transactions. ." The mixed-blood elf stall owner said with emotion.
"He led us to defeat the plateau headhunters!" the elf stall owner next to him added.
"Oh, Tonys, are you trying to steal my business? Why did you interrupt us while we were chatting?" the mixed-blood elf stall owner muttered dissatisfiedly.
The stall owner next door didn't answer the question at all. He stretched his head over and said mysteriously:
"Did you hear that? That traitor was severely beaten by a group of Silver Moon Elf merchants. Now he is lying at home and can't even get out of bed!"
The mixed-blood elf stall owner froze on the spot and asked in surprise: "Is it so serious?" The stall owner next door nodded repeatedly and said: "Well, yesterday his daughter Aisley was still looking for styptic grass everywhere. It seemed that she was seriously injured. I don’t know if I’ve found it.”
The mixed-blood elf stall owner sighed and said, "Hey, I also have some hemostatic plaster. I'll go take a look at it tonight!"
The stall owner next door widened his eyes and warned: "Hey, don't be stupid, stay away from that traitor, otherwise you will be misunderstood, and it may be difficult to join the herb collection group in the future."
"Is it that serious?" The mixed-blood elf stall owner was speechless.
The stall owner next door said in a lower voice: "That traitor broke our agreement. I heard that more than a dozen leaders of the herb collection group gathered together last night and put his name on the blacklist..."
"A winter thorn grass... can make such a big fuss?"
The stall owner next door covered his mouth with his hands and said in an inaudible business voice: "I heard that he is damaging the reputation of all the herb collectors in Pajisto Plateau!"
The mixed-blood elf stall owner said hesitantly: "Do you think... his winter thorn grass is fake? But he showed it to me before, and it indeed echoes all the characteristics of winter thorn grass!"
The stall owner next door stiffened his neck and said, "But in all these years, have you ever heard of... anyone finding winter thorn grass on the plateau?"
"That's not true!"
"..."
Woods crouched in front of the booth, not engaging in the conversation.
He selected a few more Elaeagnus elegans roots and planned to plant some Elaeagnus elegans in the small yard. This plant is drought-resistant and highly adaptable and can survive even without watering.
He won't be able to live in Plateau City for too long. Usually the houses here are basically empty, and no one will probably take care of the yard. Buying some Elaeagnus and planting them under the courtyard wall should be a kind of Not a bad choice.
While Roy was selecting these tree roots, he had roughly figured out what the two stall owners were talking about.
The mixed-blood elven collectors were unwilling to sell the magic herbs because they wanted to sell the magic herbs to Roy. Therefore, the Mine Guard Group almost monopolized the magic herb industry in the Plateau City.
If anyone sells magic herbs to herbal merchants, the half-blood elven gatherers will consider him a traitor who has broken the agreement.
The topic the two of them discussed was that a mixed-blood elf collector risked public outrage by selling a winter thorn plant to an herbal medicine merchant. As a result, the herbal medicine merchant believed that the magical herb was a fake and not only gave the money After taking it back, he beat the half-blood elf collector so hard that he couldn't get out of bed. The daughter of the half-blood elf collector is now looking for medicine, but the other half-blood elf collectors don't want to help.
After all, it is winter thorn grass, and it is almost never seen on the Pajisto Plateau.
Woods, squatting in front of the stall, was a little curious about what the fake winter thorn grass looked like... Ordinarily, winter thorn grass is easy to identify.
Taking the purchased rhizomes of several lantern fruit trees and Elaeagnus elegans, Woods left the small stall and walked around the market again.
Many stall owners are talking about this matter. Not only the mixed elf collectors are talking about it, but some elf merchants are also talking about it. They are mainly talking about the scammers among the mixed elf collectors and the current magic herbs. Business is really hard to do!
Mixed-blood elf collectors tend to stick together, and it can be said that it is very difficult for herbal merchants to buy magic herbs from these collectors.
But this group of collectors will also reject some mixed elves who break the promise...
As Woods listened, the story became more and more complete in his mind.
The mixed elven gatherers believed that the gatherer had betrayed everyone. After the herbal medicine merchant beat him up, not only did they refuse to stand up for him, but they were also ready to kick him out of the circle.
Herbal medicine merchants are all saying that this collector took a thorn vine that resembled winter thorn grass and sold it to an herbal medicine dealer after freezing. The winter thorn grass was completely fake and was collected by mixed elves. A well-planned scam.
Such remarks have affected the reputation of the mixed-blood elf collectors, making many collectors very angry but unable to refute...
Woods did not see the herbal merchant who bought false winter thorn grass in the market, nor did he see the mixed-blood elf collector who was beaten.
He wandered around the market all afternoon before returning to his residence.
…
Early the next morning, in a courtyard next to the city hall.
Roy sat with Moira, Sabrina, Miss Tiffany, and Woods having breakfast.
Only Woods and Sabrina had a room full of breadfruit and a cup of lemon tea in front of them, while Roy, Moira and Miss Tiffany had salt-grilled sea fish in front of them.
Roy planned to take a look at the Northern Black Iron Mine in the Gazai Mountains.
The forge is currently making iron chains for the pier of Sun Island Bay. These iron chains are used to tie up the seawall made of stones. Since the forging workshop has not yet transported the iron chains to the plateau city, Roy is going to visit the workshop.
Moira and Miss Tiffany also wanted to hang out with Roy.
"Sabrina, do you want to come along?"
"Me? I'll forget it. Mu Lin asked me to go to the military camp. I'm going to give a basic martial arts training class to the new troops of the mine guard regiment!"
Sabrina stuffed a soft piece of breadfruit into her mouth and said as she ate it.
"What about you Woods?"
Woods shrugged his shoulders and said: "I want to go upstream along the Tuolai River to see the scenery of the wilderness by the river..."
After breakfast, Roy walked outside the yard to see the military horses that Mu Lin had prepared for him. He saw a group of elf merchants escorting a mixed-blood elf towards the city hall.
This group of elven merchants walked to the steps in front of the city hall and were stopped by several mixed-blood elven guard warriors holding spears.
When Roy saw these elf merchants arriving in front of the city hall, he was not in a hurry to go to the forging workshop.
The mixed-blood elf guard saw a middle-aged mixed-blood elf covered in wounds being tied up with ropes, and asked:
"What brings you to City Hall?"
"There is no Silver Moon Elf Elders Council in Plateau City, so we sent this liar to the City Hall. We hope that the City Hall can give this liar the punishment he deserves!" a Silver Moon Elf businessman said loudly.
Several guard soldiers looked at each other, frowned and did not look at the injured mixed-blood elf, and said to these elf merchants: "You guys wait here for a while, I will report to the superiors."
After saying that, a mixed-blood elf guard warrior turned around and ran towards the city hall.
A little mixed-blood elf girl chased up along the stone steps. She ran so far, her face was red and her head was sweating profusely. When she saw the middle-aged mixed-blood elf who was tied up with a rope, she pounced on him.
(End of chapter)