Chapter 599 600. That boy is here again
Old Parker knew that Roy had the power of the Holy Light, but he was not a priest of the Temple of Liberty.
Roy's identity is somewhat mysterious, and he always has his own ideas and persistence when treating the wounded.
When dealing with wounds, Roy would first clean up the ulcers and dirt around the wounds, and also like to use light salt water to clear the wounds. Finally, he would use Holy Light to heal the wounds, then suture the wounds with silk threads and wrap them with bandages. to prevent secondary wound infection.
Old Parker's treatment methods seemed simple and crude. He would be very careful in the process of cleaning the wound, and sometimes even cut off a little more to avoid hidden dangers.
Old Parker preferred to use diluted healing potion to clean the wound. He rarely sutured the wound. Instead, he tied the wound tightly with a bandage and waited for the wound to heal.
Old Pike has been in the dark land for more than ten years and is very experienced in how to deal with the dark energy that has eroded into the body of the demon hunter.
He is an old priest who has lost the power of the Holy Light. His body has aged to the point where he is no longer capable of smuggling back to the Elven Continent, so he can only stay in the dark land and linger on.
His ability to gain a foothold in the homeless camp has nothing to do with him being an old priest. His ability to have a place in the homeless camp is mainly due to his ability to treat 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 be injured when they go out to hunt dark creatures.
Old Pike's living in the homeless camp is a kind of survival guarantee for this group of demon hunters, so the demon hunters in the homeless camp rarely offend Old Pike.
Now Old Pike looked at Roy with a horrified look on his face. He never expected that Roy Roy could actually make more than a dozen senior demon hunters disappear out of thin air, and no one could return to the homeless camp alive.
And now Roy has returned to the homeless camp...
What Old Pike was most worried about was that Roy would anger the entire camp because of what happened last time. Since he has huge power, he is a great threat to the homeless camp.
That's why Old Parker asked Roy: "Then why did you come to the homeless camp this time?"
Roy drank all the holy water in the cup and placed the empty cup on the shelf nearby. Then he lifted up the skirt of his linen jacket, revealing the bulging money bag at his waist. He patted it hard and the soul crystal inside disappeared. It rattled like pebbles.
"I brought enough soul crystals this time just to purchase some dark monster materials in the camp. Last time I bought some bone blades of dark scythes. This time I plan to buy some other things. Anyway, whatever is valuable, I Just prepare to buy something..."
Roy said while hiding from Old Pike with a smile.
"I want to buy some more. You're not coming to the camp to catch these idiots again this time, are you?"
Old Parker stared at Roy's money bag with his eyes widened, and muttered to Roy.
Staying stupidly in Old Pike's hometown is a stupid and easy-to-catch sea fish.
"If someone still wants to hit the muzzle of the gun, I will definitely not show mercy." Roy responded in a low voice.
Hearing what Roy said, Old Parker breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "Although they are a little greedy, they are not that stupid. They will probably tuck their tails this time."
Roy took out two large barrels of holy water from his magic belt bag and piled them in front of the messy shelves.
Old Parker 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 will find a way to bring you more. There are many hidden dangers in your body. Try to drink more water and take care of yourself. Anyway, if you can't drink this stuff, it will be wasted. Roy said with a smile.
"The amount you brought this time is 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. Until the magic power of this scroll is consumed, the power of the holy light in the holy water will not evaporate...
"You actually have such a good thing in your hand!"
Old Pike stared at the valuable magic scroll and said.
Roy smiled, patted the money bag on his waist again, and said proudly: "As long as there is money in my waist bag, I can buy many things!"
"Including the sap of life?"
Old Pike asked jokingly.
"certainly!"
Roy replied without hesitation.
Old Parker turned around and took out a broken drawer from the messy shelves. He dusted off the dust on the drawer and opened the top cover of the drawer. It was actually full of a box of soul crystals. He put it in The whole box was stuffed into Roy, and he said to Roy: "You can help me use the value of this box of soul crystals to buy the tree of life sap. Buy as much as you can!" Old Parker took a sip. He pursed his chapped lips.
Roy scratched his chin with his fingers, thinking in a low voice, and after a while he said:
"In the black market of Castleton City, the price of the tree of life sap is one magic crystal, which can be exchanged for a cup of diluted sap. The size of the cup is the most commonly used fruit wine cup in the local tavern. The value of this kind of soul crystal is obviously not comparable to 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 you have in this box..."
Old Parker interrupted Roy's words: "Wait a minute, are you saying that you want to make this deal with me based on Castleton City's price?"
Roy raised his eyebrows and showed a matter-of-fact expression:
"There is no price reference in the Dark Land. Of course I will give you a friend's price, but don't think of me as a tree of life. I don't produce this. Every drop is bought from the black market, so this transaction is out of the question." Let me give you a discount!”
As he said that, he really counted the soul crystals in the box one by one. There were actually five hundred soul crystals stuffed in the square wooden box, which meant that Roy needed to give Old Parker five hundred soul crystals. Ten cups of diluted sap of the tree of life.
"Just enough, no more than fifty cups."
After Roy finished speaking, he pulled out an oak barrel from his magic pocket. Under Old Parker's dull gaze, he used a dagger to pry open the cork on the barrel, and then used a thin stick tied to it. The measuring cup reached into the wooden barrel and scooped out a full cup of life tree sap flowing with the pure breath of life.
This is the diluted tree sap of life, and it is the kind of sap that has not been blended twice. There is a semicircular ink stamp like 'Castletown Trading Company' on the edge of the oak barrel.
Old Parker rubbed his eyes hard, and just watched helplessly as Roy scooped out fifty cups of tree of life sap from the oak barrel, and poured all the tree of life sap into a wooden basin, which was half full.
"Okay, your box of soul crystals and our friendship can only exchange for so much life tree sap at most. You should drink this sparingly. After all, I don't have much in my hands. Every life tree sap in the Elf Continent can The life sap produced by the tree is very limited, and the life sap that can flow to the black market is even pitiful..."
Roy said as he smashed the cork into the round opening of the barrel.
Old Parker looked at the half-pot of Tree of Life sap in front of him with some excitement, his lips trembling slightly. He sipped a little of the Tree of Life sap on the edge of the basin with his fingers and applied it to his lips. His dry lips became obviously moisturized. stand up.
Old Pike quickly took out a few potion bottles from the shelf, poured half of the life tree sap into the potion bottle, put it into his satchel, then looked around and found that no witcher was paying attention. , and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Roy, do you know that the sap of life in the barrel alone is enough for all the witchers in the wanderer camp to kill you ten times in the wilderness." Old Pike warned Roy in a low voice.
"Then don't you have to be like me and be careful and worry every day so that no one can see the life sap 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 took the lead to walk out of the rest area where they were alone.
Walking in front of Old Pike's tent, he stopped at the entrance of the tent and turned to Old Pike: "Let's treat the wounds on these gentlemen first!"
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'That young half-elf boy came to the camp again'
After daybreak, the homeless camp was completely in a state of disarray, and the whole camp was going crazy about it.
A while ago, the demon hunters in the wanderer camp took advantage of Roy's departure. A dozen demon hunters followed him, preparing to rob this man with more than a hundred dark sickle bones in the wilderness of the dark land. A wealthy young half-elf with a sword and a large amount of soul crystals.
But in recent days, none of the demon hunters who participated in the robbery have returned to the wanderer camp, making this thing very abnormal!
Now that Roy has appeared in the camp market again, it is enough to prove that the young half-elf boy in front of him is the final winner.
Especially since he once again had a bulging money bag hanging on his waist, and this time Roy was in the market of the wanderer camp. The goods he purchased were no longer just the bone blade of the dark scythe. He was holding a parchment list in his hand. , every time he stopped in front of a stall, he would open the list and check it carefully. He was almost purchasing Dark Warcraft materials according to the list.
This time at the market in the camp, Roy first asked the stall owners to report the prices of their goods. Each product was marked with five or six selling prices.
Finally, Roy used the quill in his hand to draw horizontal lines on the parchment paper, and then filled in a new price behind the horizontal lines, and this price was exactly half of the calculated average price of these quotes...
Roy told the price to the stall owners in the market one by one. Those stall owners who were willing to sell the Warcraft materials got the soul crystals on the spot and completed the transaction.
The stall owner who didn't want to sell 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.
Roy purchased many types of goods this time, and all the goods were piled together like a mountain.
There was no way to put all the supplies into the magic pocket. After Roy completed the purchase, he sat quietly next to the goods pile and waited.
He ignored the demon hunters who looked at him in surprise, and he ignored the chats from those demon hunters. Even if some demon hunters stood in front of Roy, Roy would not look at them.
"Are you a businessman from the Dark Land?" Some demon hunters asked Roy curiously.
Roy turned his head to look at the goods beside him, and then replied: "It's barely enough!"
"Did anything unexpected happen after you left our camp last time?" A demon hunter boldly asked Roy.
Roy didn't bother to pay attention to him, smiled and shook his head.
Seeing that Roy seemed to be easy to deal with, these demon hunters came over and curiously asked about the prices of the Warcraft materials on the pile.
Roy said nothing more.
The group of demon hunters didn't dare to do anything to Roy. Seeing Roy's indifferent face and refusing to speak, they could only leave in muttering.
Not long after, two flatbed trucks appeared outside the homeless camp.
Holding the cart were some elves wearing light leather armor. They all had daggers tied to their thighs. They were silent and had a scarf covered under their noses. Their eyes were like cold stingers. No matter who they looked at, they would inadvertently hit someone. A shiver.
They arrived at the homeless camp, and instead of throwing a soul crystal into the campfire according to the rules, they pushed the flatbed truck directly in front of Roy.
Without even needing Roy's signal, these elves loaded the Warcraft materials Roy bought back onto the flatbed truck in a hurry.
After all the goods were loaded, the group of elves pushed two flatbed trucks out of the homeless camp without saying a word the whole time.
This time Roy also followed the flatbed truck and left the homeless camp with these elves...
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"Where did those elves come from? I have been to several nearby camps, but I have never seen these guys from any camp..."
A demon hunter watched two flatbed trucks leaving the camp before he suddenly complained.
Another demon hunter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and exclaimed: "Good guy, when you look at others, your eyes are like knives hidden, I don't even dare to look at them! "
"Their eyes are so cold..."
"So... now you know! That young half-elf boy is not alone. I guess the group of guys who chased him to rob him last time may not be able to come back..."
After saying these words, the group of demon hunters fell silent for an instant.
"What are we going to do next?"
A demon hunter couldn't help but said.
"He came to our camp this time to purchase so many Warcraft materials. He probably wanted to tell us that he only wants to come here to do business, so we'd better not mess with him..."
"..."
"Since everyone knows that boy is not easy to mess with, just pay more attention to him in the future."
An experienced witcher took the opportunity to say.
"I heard that Evelei and the others have something to do with that kid. When they come back, we will go and inquire with Evelei and the others..."
(End of chapter)