Path of light

Chapter 453 454. Transaction

Outside Padstow City, gray dwarf prisoners of war were shackled and waiting on the grass by the roadside, eating breakfast.

In order to give these gray dwarf prisoners of war enough strength to walk to the Pagisto Plateau, each gray dwarf prisoner of war was given an elf biscuit and two apples.

Gray dwarves are physically strong, adaptable, and can survive in any harsh environment. They are rare candidates for miners.

In Roy's opinion, as long as the management system of the mine is improved, these gray dwarf prisoners of war are far more useful than the elf miners.

Roy rode to the front of the line...

The road from Padstow City to Rampart Town is relatively easy to walk.

This time, the Silver Pegasus Military Headquarters arranged for sixty Silver Moon Elf guards to send these gray dwarves to Barrier Town. Roy's manpower would be required to complete the next journey to Pagisto Plateau.

The Silver Moon Elf guards were waiting at the roadside. Squadron Leader Elvis was once a subordinate of Captain Berkeley.

Before returning to the Queen Egwene Islands, Captain Berkeley specifically asked Captain Elvis to escort these gray dwarf warriors to Barrier Town.

A Silver Moon Elf guard warrior stood next to Squadron Leader Elvis and reminded in a low voice: "Squadron Leader, it's almost time, we should set off..."

"Wait a minute, this time we are only responsible for escorting Gray Dwarf prisoners of war." Squadron Leader Elvis ordered.

The rainy season is over and Padstow is getting hotter day by day.

The jungle will become sultry and hot at noon, and only the morning and evening are suitable for traveling. These Silver Moon Elf Guards are accustomed to living in Padstow City. They are worried that if they set out too late, they will end up in the sweltering jungle. Travel through.

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Augustus only learned this morning that boss Roy was about to leave Padstow City.

Rambo is solely responsible for the primary magic herbal trade in Padstow City.

Due to the rush, many transaction details have not yet been finalized.

Augustus thought about it carefully and decided to catch up on horseback. Only by finalizing the price of primary magic herbs with Boss Roy could subsequent transactions proceed normally.

After finally encountering this opportunity, Augustus didn't want to just miss it.

When Augustus rode up to catch up with Roy's team of prisoners of war, he felt that his body was about to be knocked apart by the horse under his crotch. He had been living in Padstow City for the past few years and had been living in seclusion for a long time. No more horses.

"I have military duties this time, so I can't stay in Padstow City anymore, so I left a little hastily..."

Roy saw Augustus chasing him along the forest path and explained to him.

"Boss Roy, I think the price for the magic herb transaction should be settled now before subsequent transactions can proceed." Augustus rode up to Roy and said.

Roy nodded.

He turned around and waved to Captain Elvis, indicating that the team could move on.

Then he pulled the reins of the war horse and stopped on the roadside tree-lined ground.

After watching the gray dwarf prisoners of war climb up from under the shade of the trees, line up in two lines, and continue walking forward, he withdrew his gaze and said to Augustus on the side:

"The Partington plane is rich in magical herbs, but most of the high-end magical herbs grow deep in the Blackwater Swamp and in the Warcraft Forest in the north of Padstow City. For most mixed-blood elves, those places are dangerous. The index is very high, but there are very few hybrid elven collectors who can actually enter these dangerous areas.”

"Actually, the original intention of purchasing these low-level magic herbs is to allow ordinary mixed-blood elf collectors to make money without taking too much risk. Do you understand what I mean?"

Augustus nodded, but he didn't understand why Roy said this.

Roy continued: "I have a certain understanding of the forests around Padstow City. It may not be easy to find high-level magic herbs in this jungle, but low-level magic herbs are scattered throughout the forest, from here all the way. Walking south, as long as you reach the territory of the Glazed Beast, you will find that primary magic herbs can be found everywhere in that mountain forest."

Augustus is more familiar with the distribution of magic herbs in the Partington plane than Roy.

He thought that Roy said so much just to show that the primary magic herbs on the Partington plane were very easy to collect, so that the price could be further reduced...

In fact, the quotation he gave was already very low. It contained several elementary magical herbs that were not widely used. Augustus was even clearing out the stocks at a loss.

Roy continued: "As a mine owner in Pagisto Plateau, as long as you manage these mines well, you can make a lot of magic crystals. So for me, the business of primary magic herbal medicine can be Dispensable.”

Augustus is almost certain that Boss Roy said so much... just to lower the price, and he will do so very hard.

Roy glanced at Augustus, paused, and then said:

"The original intention of me talking about the junior magic herbal business with you is not to make money from the junior magic herbal business.

Nowadays, the economy in Padstow City is in recession, and most of the trading houses have closed down. Adventure groups from the Elf Continent have not been seen here for a long time. It is also difficult for outside caravans to enter the Partington plane. This The city is like a pool of stagnant water.

More and more mixed-blood elves can only enter the jungle to collect magic potions and hunt monsters in order to maintain life in the city.

In fact, most of the low-level magic herbs cannot be sold in Padstow City at present, which forces them to take risks to collect those high-level magic herbs in order to survive. "

When Roy said this, he paused, looked at Augustus and said:

"I hold part of the mining resources in the Partington plane, and I hope to be able to help some mixed elves in need."

After speaking, Roy handed the magic herbal quotation to Augustus.

"The price of primary magic herbs on this quotation is even lower than the price I purchased on the Padstow Plateau. We are trading in Padstow City. After deducting some transportation costs, you still make money from it. A little, and the money left for the half-blood elf collectors... I’m afraid there won’t be much left.”

Augustus said to himself: In fact, I am selling some at a loss.

Roy handed the quotation to Augustus and said:

"In this way, I will increase the price by another 13%, which will be regarded as your commission. I hope you can turn the quotation of this magic herb into your purchase price, and you must send this part of the profit to those In the hands of the mixed-blood elf collectors, at least the collectors feel that they can make money even by collecting elementary magic herbs."

After saying that, Roy had already followed the gray dwarf prisoners of war team forward on horseback. As he walked, he said:

"If you can do this, go and send the prepared primary magic herbs to the warehouse in the city. But if I find out one day that you have not given up this part of the profits to the collectors in accordance with our verbal agreement, then The transaction between us will be terminated..."

"Boss Roy, I will do it!"

Augustus followed Roy and promised him.

Roy turned around and waved to Augustus, indicating that he did not need to follow the team.

The gray dwarf prisoners of war were shackled on their feet and marched forward slowly in two lines, with Roy following at the back of the line on horseback.

Augustus squinted his eyes as he watched the team gradually drifting away on the forest path. He felt that he had not met such an interesting elf for a long time...

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Although Roy currently has three gem mines, two mithril mines, three black iron mines and four iron mines in normal operation, in the Elf Continent, the elves' demand for metals is not high, and only high-quality and sharp metals are available. Hedron and magical mithril are top sellers.

Magical black iron and other ordinary metal ingots are not very popular at least in Castletown City.

This time Roy came to Padstow City. In fact, the biggest gain was obtained from four mine owners who had escaped from the Nicobar Mountains.

This time they escaped from the Pagisto Plateau and brought out almost all the most valuable things in the mine, including high-grade Warcraft materials, high-grade magic herbs and a large number of magic crystals, which were hard currency wherever they went.

Roy 'picked up' the magic pockets of four mine owners. Among the items seized, the most difficult to value are the magic materials, and the easiest to count are the magic crystals. A large treasure box can hold almost 5,000 pieces. Roy searched a total of twenty-four boxes of magic crystals from the magic pockets of four mine owners.

Roy has been thinking these days that the Pagisto Plateau is so rich in mineral resources, why has it never been developed?

The number of mixed-blood elves living on the plateau is probably between 50,000 and 70,000. Since many mixed-blood elves live in seclusion deep in the mountains and forests, there is no accurate number.

This time when he met Captain Berkeley, Roy asked this question.

The answer given by the leader of the Berkeley group is very simple: there is no tree of life on the Pagisto Plateau.

If the elves live concentratedly in a certain place, then there will probably be a tree of life growing in this place.

The Silver Moon elves expand outward on the plane mainly based on whether there is a tree of life deep in the plane. They will only choose to expand their territory where there is a tree of life.

Although the Pagisto Plateau is rich in minerals, there is not a single Tree of Life in the entire plateau.

Then this plateau is of no value to the Silver Moon elves.

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These gray dwarf prisoners of war all walked barefoot, and their ankles were shackled. When they walked, the chains would make a clattering sound when they were dragged on the ground.

When the ankles of some gray dwarves were frayed by the shackles, Roy would ask the gray dwarf prisoners to collect some styptic grass in the forest, crush it and apply it on the wounds, so that the wounds on the ankles would heal again as long as they slept for one night.

The gray dwarves are only about one and a half meters tall, but their bodies are very strong and their feet are very big.

Dragging the shackles, you can run in the forest.

These gray dwarf prisoners of war had no tents. At night, they almost found a dry place under a tree, lay down and slept. In the morning, they got up from the ground and continued their journey.

Most of them cannot understand Elvish, but they do know some simple gestures.

But there were some gray dwarf prisoners of war who could understand Elvish, so Roy couldn't help but run to talk to these gray dwarf prisoners of war, because he was very curious. It was clear that the Queen Egwene Islands were the territory of the Silver Moon Elves. This group of gray dwarf bandits Why are we still fighting for these islands from the Silver Moon Elves?

Roy sat opposite a gray dwarf prisoner of war who looked a bit older, and handed over a dried mackerel in his hand.

The old gray dwarf prisoner took it unceremoniously, stuffed the dried mackerel into his mouth, and then chewed it hard...

He sat under the shade of a tree, leaning his back against the trunk, silently recovering his strength.

After eating the dried mackerel, he had no intention of asking for more. He didn't look at Roy who was sitting across from him. Instead, he closed his eyes without saying a word.

"Where did you come from?" Roy couldn't help but ask.

"Queen Egwene Islands, don't you know these?" the old gray dwarf muttered.

"Why do you want to occupy the Queen Egwene Islands? These islands have always belonged to the Silver Moon Elves..." Roy said again.

The old gray dwarf closed his mouth and ignored Roy at all.

"Do you know where you are going?" Roy asked again.

After finally meeting a gray dwarf who can speak Elvish, of course we can't give up casually.

The old gray dwarf opened his eyes and looked at Roy, but his mouth was still tightly closed.

"Pagisto Plateau, there are rich mines there. If there are no accidents, you may spend the rest of your life in the mines there. Of course, it is not ruled out that your companions will take some ransom to ransom you." Roy Said casually.

The old gray dwarf looked at Roy with some surprise, and asked with difficulty: "We... are going... to... dig on the plateau?"

He almost jumped out word by word, and he probably only knew a few simple sentences in Elvish.

"Go dig the mithril mine!" Roy said.

The old gray dwarf prisoner hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Perhaps thinking that it wouldn't matter if he said it, the old gray dwarf hesitated for a long time before saying in broken Elvish:

"Our hometown was occupied by a group of dark creatures that appeared out of nowhere. The entire big island turned into a dead island. We escaped by boat from there and went all the way south to find a place to live. No matter where we go, Wherever we go, there will be people driving us away, orcs, Nagas, elves..."

The old gray dwarf's lips trembled a little.

"What kind of dark creature?" Roy asked curiously.

Before the old gray dwarf could speak, Captain Elvis walked out of the woodland behind him, followed by several elf guards, who seemed to be patrolling around...

"Monsters full of tentacles, similar to giant octopuses. Don't listen to these stories. These gray dwarf bandits have been living in this sea for more than a hundred years. They are like a swarm of locusts, wherever they go. A swarm of swarms rush up, occupy if they can, grab if they can, and run away if they can't be beaten."

"Both the Naga Sea Clan and the elves in the surrounding sea areas have been plundered by them..."