Path of light

Chapter 302 303. Children

Roy walked into the lobby of the town hall, walked around the front desk and came to the Guard Information Room.

The room is filled with file cabinets, and there is a desk next to the window at the door of the room. Miss Carlisle and Althea are the clerks here. They are responsible for managing the personal files of the resident mixed-blood elves in Barrier Town.

"Roy, count the time and it's time for you to come..." Miss Carlisle turned her head and greeted Roy who was standing at the door.

Roy will hand the bailee directory to Miss Carlisle's assistant, Althea. Standing at the window, you can still see several wooden cages in the forest glade.

"What happened?" Roy asked curiously.

Miss Carlisle said somewhat helplessly: "I heard that these elves are suspected of being involved in the slave trade."

Roy didn't expect those mixed elves to be slave traders. He said hesitantly: "The teleporters on the Partington plane have been closed for nearly three years. Where can they sell the slaves?"

Althea walked to the bookshelf, looking for the elf's personal files in the catalog, and interjected:

"I heard from the young elves who were rescued that these slave traders wanted to take them to the Pagisto Plateau."

Roy asked again: "Where were those young elves rescued?"

"On the western boundary of the public territory." Althea said: "There are still several slave traders who escaped and are still being hunted."

"Are there any young elves that have not been rescued?"

"That's not clear." Althea said.

After Barrier Town was rebuilt, Woods's uncle led a group of mixed-blood elves to plant many apple and orange trees around Barrier Town. Today, there are several orchards around Barrier Town.

The mixed-blood elves collect magic herbs and hunt low-level monsters in the jungle here. They use these magic materials to exchange for some living supplies, and their lives can be maintained...

Many elf hunters will also form groups into the blackwater swamp to hunt the poisonous horned black anacondas and dragon flies in the swamp. This hunting activity is very dangerous, but it can also harvest valuable Warcraft materials.

Roy thought those slave traders were caught and escaped, and they had completely disappeared.

I didn't expect to appear here in Barrier Town...

…

Roy walked out of the data room and pinched the corners of his sore eyes. He really had a headache.

Although the portal in the Partington plane is still closed, the slave trade in the Partington plane has not been completely curbed.

In fact, the top council leaders and the military in Padstow City know that there are some mixed-blood elven villages in the southern part of the Griffin Barrier Mountains, and they also know that there are animal trainers among them. They are probably worried that these mixed-blood elves will become the Silver Pegasus Legion. potential threat, so the Padstow City Council of Elders issued an injunction:

The elves in the barrier town are prohibited from trading with the elves in the southern part of the mountains, and even the most basic living supplies are not allowed to them.

Among the mixed elves that Roy bailed out of Padstow City this time, at least three elves were imprisoned for this type of illegal trade.

For this reason, the troops of the Silver Pegasus Legion are always stationed next to the town.

This time, a group of slave traders appeared on the west side of the public domain. The army stationed in Barrier Town sent elven warriors to hunt down the slave traders, so the garrison in the town was reduced so much.

Roy walked out of the town hall without stopping in his dusty praetor's office.

This is the central area of ​​Barrier Town. There are several carriages parked at the entrance of the town hall. There are neat wooden boxes inside the trucks, which should contain some Warcraft materials.

Mixed-blood elf hunters were also lining up to sell Warcraft materials.

There have been almost no outside adventure groups entering the Partington plane recently, so the elf hunters have gained quite a lot from the jungle. Although the purchase price is a bit low, it is still reasonable.

When Roy passed by the only fish stall in the town, he found a boy wearing earth-colored linen clothes woven from hops squatting under the tree opposite the stall. His hair was a little messy and had not been trimmed for an unknown period of time. , there were a few holes in the clothes, and they were not mended, but the little face was still clean.

He squatted quietly under the tree, staring at the frozen fish on the ice in the stall without blinking.

Roy stopped and walked over curiously.

The boy must be a mixed elf. He noticed that Roy noticed him and immediately became a little nervous. When he saw Roy walking towards him, he turned around and ran into the woods.

He should be very familiar with this place, as he quickly disappeared.

Roy walked to the fish stall, picked two sea fish from the fish stall, and paid for them.

"Does the kid always come here?" Roy held two large green clothes in his hands and chatted with the fish stall owner.

The fish stall owner put some ice cubes on top of other sea fish and said casually:

"You are talking about those children! They have been here for more than half a year and live in the town. Their place should be near the valley. They usually pick some fruits in the surrounding orchards, and they don't eat much. , I won’t waste the fruit, and I won’t go hungry. Occasionally, if I want to eat fish, I will wait here. Occasionally, I will give them some sea fish that cannot be sold and are about to smell bad. They are all poor children. .”

"Don't they have family?" Roy asked curiously.

The fish stall owner thought for a while and then said: "Probably not, at least I haven't seen it..."

After saying that, he looked at Roy warily...

Roy then asked: "How many children like this are there in the town now?"

The fish stall owner obviously didn't want to say anything more. He replied hesitantly: "It shouldn't be too many, basically just those few faces."

Roy knew that he wouldn't be able to get anything out if he continued to ask, so he turned around and left the fish stall.

…

In the evening, Woods' uncle prepared a sumptuous dinner at home for Roy and his party.

Seeing Woods finding so many friends, Woods' uncle was also very happy. When everyone talked about Woods' studies in Castletown, Uncle Woods smiled so much that his eyes narrowed.

If he didn't reveal that he was an archdruid, no one would think that this thick-jointed, strong-bodied hybrid elf was a druid.

He looked more like a fruit farmer who was used to doing rough work in an orchard. The same was true in his treehouse. Apart from a few trays of flowers and plants, there were only a few shears hanging on the wall for pruning branches.

His face also showed a slight vicissitude, his eyes were gentle, and he was always smiling.

He talked about what happened in Bastion Town and bluntly said that the Silver Pegasus Legion did not liquidate the rebels in the town, which can be regarded as fulfilling its original promise.

Now that the mixed-blood elves in Barrier Town can have such a life, everyone is quite contented.

The only inconvenient thing is that the portal to the Partington plane has never been opened, and I don’t know how long we have to wait...

There is nothing Roy can do.

Roy then chatted with Woods' uncle about the elf children in the town.

"Are you talking about those foreign children?" Uncle Woods asked with a frown.

Roy talked about the mixed-blood elf child he saw in front of the fish stall during the day.

Woods' uncle nodded and replied casually:

"We rescued them from slave traders. We asked them where their home was, but they only said it was on the Pajisto Plateau. They didn't know the specific location, and we couldn't send them there. When you go back, we will take you back to the town."

"Actually, they are quite pitiful. They are so young and homeless. However, they have accommodation in the town, which has been arranged by the town. They are also allowed to pick fruits from the orchards and eat them as long as they do not waste them. Occasionally I go outside the town to collect magic herbs in exchange for money, and my daily life is also very economical."

Roy initially thought that these elf children were the orphans of the rebels who died in the battle, but he did not expect that they were rescued from slave traders.

"Are there many such children in small towns?" Roy asked.

"There should be forty or fifty." Uncle Woods replied.

"Why are there so many?" Roy was surprised.

"Except for a few rescued people, the others appeared inexplicably... The strange thing is that here, and when we met the group of slave traders, we felt that they took the initiative to find us, and then ran away in a hurry, leaving behind I gave birth to a few children." Woods' uncle frowned and said to Roy.

Roy had no choice but to say: "You should pay more attention to them and at least ensure their most basic living needs. If you need anything, you can tell me and I will be responsible for coordinating it."

When Woods' uncle heard what Roy said, he immediately frowned and said gently:

"no problem……"

…

Coming out of Uncle Woods' house, Claire asked Woods with some suspicion:

"Woods, is your uncle really a great druid?"

"Well, that's right." Woods answered honestly.

"I really can't tell. The lives of druids are simply too simple." Claire sighed sincerely.

"Our lives have always been like this. In fact, just get used to it..." Woods said on the sidelines.

"He stayed here, probably because he was worried about these mixed elves. In the past few years, he has been opening apple orchards around the town, hoping that the barrier town can be self-sufficient," Roy said.

"Roy, when will we leave Barrier Town?" Claire asked.

"Wait a minute, I still have something to do..."

Roy looked at the Griffin Barrier Mountains to the south and said casually.

On the day they arrived at the barrier village, Roy passed on the news, but he didn't wait until Kaka and little Eugene showed up. Now that Claire asked, Roy became a little anxious.

Back at his residence, Roy was lying on the bed sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard an owl hooting outside the window.

Roy suddenly woke up from his sleep. He sat up from the bed, put the magic pattern structure on his body indiscriminately, looked out the window a few times, and saw a white crescent pattern on the chest of a bird on the horizontal branch outside the window. The owl jumped out with one hand on the window sill and chased after the owl.