Chapter 547 548. Roy’s penalty
The Silver Moon Elf merchant carefully put the winter thorn grass into a magic-sealing box. Naturally, he was very happy when the acquisition was successful.
When I returned to the stall, my excitement had not yet calmed down.
Another Silver Moon Elf merchant happened to come to his stall. The Silver Moon Elf merchant quickly adjusted his expression and stood in front of his stall to say hello casually.
The Silver Moon Elf merchant looked a little melancholy and couldn't help complaining while standing in front of the stall: "I have been to the plateau city for so many days and only bought three magic herbs. The business of magic herbs is really serious here. It’s not easy to do!”
"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 agreed.
"I plan to leave tomorrow and go back to Padstow to rest for half a month, and then try my luck in the Blackwater Swamp. I heard that the mixed-blood elven collectors there are also very cooperative and will not easily sell magic herbs to outsiders. "The Silver Moon Elf businessman who complained sighed, and then added: "I don't want to come again anyway!"
"I don't want to come here either. There is no business at all here!"
The Silver Moon Elf merchant actually regretted it a long time ago...
The Silver Moon Elf businessman who was thinking of quitting approached and whispered: "This time I plan to purchase some other Warcraft materials, and then leave the plateau. Do you know what the cheapest goods here are?"
"What?" The Silver Moon Elf merchant put his hand on his chest and asked curiously.
"One-horned buffalo hide."
"But this is not Warcraft material. Who would wear hard cowhide boots? Lambskin boots and deerskin boots are better sold." The Silver Moon Elf merchant sat back in the stall with some disappointment.
"It's definitely not feasible to sell to the elves, but aren't there many imperial merchants popping up in various ports in the elven continent now? Isn't it okay to sell to them?"
The two Silver Moon Elf merchants chatted in front of the stall for a long time.
The Silver Moon Elf businessman who was thinking of quitting finally said: "Since I will never come here again, I plan to make a big deal with my last transaction."
"You don't want to just pay the deposit and take the goods away, right?"
The Silver Moon Elf merchant asked with his eyes widened. When he said this, his hand accidentally touched the magic-sealing box containing winter thorn grass. At this moment, the Silver Moon Elf merchant froze on the spot, his eyes Suddenly there was a strange look.
"There are so many one-horned bison in the wilderness, those half-blood elf hunters won't suffer much loss. They can make up for it by hunting a few more one-horned bison..."
The Silver Moon Elf businessman who was thinking of quitting smiled and said nonchalantly.
"The next time we meet, I guess it will be in Padstow City. Let's go have a drink together then!"
"It's a deal!"
The Silver Moon Elf businessman who was thinking of quitting left the stall.
The Silver Moon Elf merchant suddenly sat down in front of the stall, and then fell into deep thought.
…
The surrounding darkness descended again, and then another mist appeared. The elves passed through this mist, and the scenery in front of them turned into the green grassland beside the Tuolai River. The river meandered, and the sound of gurgling water made the surroundings incomparable. Come alive.
Several white tents were set up in the camp. There was a small campfire in the middle of the tent, and fragrant lemon tea was boiling in a hanging iron pot.
The Silver Moon Elf merchant was sitting on a stone, with the magic-sealing box at his feet.
He opened the magic sealing box very carefully and took out the winter thorn grass wrapped in moss skin. The crystal ice flowers were a bit dazzling.
After a while, he took out a magic sealing box from his magic belt bag and carefully put the winter thorn grass he took out from the moss bark into the magic sealing box. Then he thought about it and took it from the tent. He took out a thorn vine, then used a dagger to cut a small section of the thorn vine, and then eliminated all the sharp thorns on it.
He wrapped the thorn vine in the moss skin and wrapped it up completely.
The Silver Moon Elf merchant took out a magic scroll from his arms. As the magic scroll was torn open by him, the frost emerging from the magic pattern quickly froze the moss skin to a hard state. He placed the moss skin-wrapped thorn vine in the magic sealing box and sat there for a while. Then he ran to find other elf businessman friends.
"I was deceived by a mixed-blood elf collector. He sold me a winterthorn plant. When I came back, I discovered that it was not a winterthorn plant at all, but a cheap thorn vine..." Silver Moon Elf Merchant He said with an angry look on his face.
The elf merchants gathered together. Everyone had already had strong opinions on these collectors. Now that something like this suddenly happened, everyone immediately responded: "Then what are you waiting for? Go find that guy quickly." !”
"Do you still remember what that guy looks like?"
"I remember very clearly that he was a middle-aged mixed-blood elf..."
A group of elf merchants immediately ran to the entrance of the free market and waited until the mixed elf collector appeared again.
The Silver Moon Elf merchant recognized him at a glance among the crowd. He gritted his teeth, pointed at the mixed-blood elf collector and shouted, "That's him."
"Catch him quickly..."
A group of elf merchants pounced on the mixed elf collector at the same time. These elf merchants were accompanied by some followers. They easily blocked the innocent-looking mixed elf collector in a secluded corner of the market.
There were too many elves surrounding them. When the mixed-blood elf collectors saw that something was not going well, they planned to run away. Unfortunately, they were instantly thrown to the ground by a group of elf merchants.
The mixed-blood elf collector was beaten to a black and blue face by the elf merchants...
The fight in the corner immediately attracted a group of mixed elf collectors.
After they gathered around, they saw that the one being beaten was also a mixed-blood elf, and someone immediately came out to stop him: "What's going on? This is a plateau city, how can you beat someone?" The elf merchants angrily rebuked loudly. Said: "He sold us a fake winter thorn plant. We will tell him clearly about this before sending him to the security guard group."
"How could my winter thorn grass be fake?" argued the mixed-blood elf collector who was bruised and swollen.
The Silver Moon Elf businessman had already taken out the magic-sealing box, opened the lid, held the thorn vine wrapped in moss in his hand, and shouted loudly: "You dare to be so harsh, look at what this is... you By pretending that thorn vine is winter thorn grass, do you really think we can’t tell the difference?”
"I……"
The half-blood elf collector wanted to argue, but was kicked down by the silver moon elf merchant.
The angry elf merchants are also full of resentment. It doesn't matter if you collectors don't sell our magic herbs. The magic herbs you sell are still fake. It's really abominable...
Hearing what the merchants said, the other mixed-blood elf collectors who gathered around hesitated.
The mixed-blood elf collectors who came later secretly asked among 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 to find him." Someone explained in a low voice.
"He violated our agreement and sold magic herbs to other elf merchants." Then someone began to murmur condemnation...
"Then should we help him?" Some collectors asked in a low voice.
"He should be taught a lesson..."
It wasn't until the mixed-blood elf collector was knocked to the ground and passed out straight away that the mixed-blood elf collector finally shouted again:
"You guys hit him too hard. If you keep hitting him like this, he will be beaten to death!"
"Hey, are you going to beat him to death? The security guards are coming soon. If he fights, he will be sent to a concentration camp prison."
The Silver Moon Elf merchant took advantage of the chaos and took back the money bag from the mixed-blood elf collector. Seeing that the mixed-blood elf collector was dying, he hurriedly left the free market with the elf merchants.
Several mixed-blood elves who really couldn't stand it anymore worked together to lift the unconscious mixed-blood elf collector and sent him home.
The mixed-blood elf was lying unconscious on the bed covered in blood. The little mixed-blood elf girl at home was so frightened that she cried...
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The surrounding light dimmed again, and then fog appeared.
The fog cleared, and the elves in the square also completely woke up.
Everyone whispered, and then they were surprised to find that everyone had the same dream.
The mixed-blood elves in the square began to look at the Silver Moon Elf businessman standing under the high platform.
Even the many elf merchants in the square looked at the Silver Moon elf merchant standing under the high platform with a face as pale as paper with doubtful eyes.
The little girl hugged the middle-aged elf's thigh and looked around pitifully.
Roy stood on the high platform again and said loudly to the elves in the square: "Everyone here may think that they just experienced a dream, but it was not a dream, but that we walked into this place. A memory hidden in the mind of a Silver Moon Elf merchant allows 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 businessman next to the high platform, and asked him: "Do you have anything to defend?"
The Silver Moon Elf businessman stood there in despair. He did not expect that he would be stripped clean from the inside out in this way.
If the gazes around him could turn into sharp swords, he might have been pierced by ten thousand swords by now...
Roy lowered his head and said to him: "Not only did you do something wrong, but you also injured someone. In the end, you had to send him to jail. I don't want him to be punished by the city hall. Your behavior is too much." That's terrible. As the governor of Pagisto Plateau, I declare... that you will be sentenced to two hundred years in the Plateau City Concentration Camp and a fine of one hundred magic crystals."
After that, he stopped looking at the Silver Moon Elf merchant who was lying on the ground, and turned to several other accomplices: "The other Elf merchants involved in the fight will be sentenced to ten years in prison, but they can be released on bail."
Roy glanced at Mu Lin, who immediately called several mixed-blood elf warriors and escorted the Silver Moon Elf businessman down under the high platform.
The elf merchants who participated in the fight were also taken away together.
The elves in the square became extremely quiet at this moment. Everyone did not expect that Boss Roy would so casually sentence a Silver Moon Elf businessman to a heavy sentence. Two hundred years of imprisonment was already very harsh for a Silver Moon Elf. It's heavy.
Roy turned around and shouted to the elves in the small square:
"I know that you sell magic herbs to the Mine Guard Group. This can bind us more closely and provide strong support to the Mine Guard Group. However, this approach is not good. It will harm the people on the plateau. The magic herbal medicine market will form a monopoly and a deformed magic herbal medicine market, which is not what I want to see. "
"As long as the price is right, I really don't mind if you sell your magic herbs to other magic herbal traders. I'd like to give you a piece of advice, don't make trouble for your own wallet."
"Only when a large number of merchants come to Pajisto Plateau, the plateau city will become more and more prosperous..."
"But at the same time, I want to say something to the magic herbal traders present. We welcome herbal traders to come to Pajisto Plateau to do business, but we don't want you to make profits in unfair ways. Otherwise, no matter who is doing business in Pajisto Plateau, If you break the law, Stowe, I will put you in a concentration camp."
"Don't be locked up in a prison, where you just eat and wait to die every day. Have you seen the headhunting prisoners of war in the concentration camps? Prisons in concentration camps do not keep idlers. Every prisoner must serve his sentence after being admitted to the prison. During this period, we will contribute to this plateau city!”
The cheers of the mixed elves immediately came from the square...
(End of chapter)