Path of light

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.

But 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 demon hunter's body.

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, and 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 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. 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 wanderer camp alive.

And now Roy has returned to the homeless camp...

What Old Pike is most worried about is that Roy will 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 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 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 tail 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 He gave the whole box to Roy and said to Roy:

"Just 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 Pike 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, so of course I will give you a friend's price, but don't treat me as the tree of life. I don't produce this. Every drop is bought from the black market, so don't expect me to give you a discount on this deal!"

As he said this, he really counted the soul crystals in the drawer carefully. There were actually 500 soul crystals in the square wooden drawer, which meant that Roy needed to give Old Parker 50 cups of diluted life tree juice.

"Just round up, no more, no less than 50 cups."

After Roy finished speaking, he pulled out an oak barrel from his magic waist bag. In the dull eyes of Old Parker, he pried open the cork on the barrel with a dagger, and then used a measuring cup tied with a thin stick to probe into the barrel and scooped out a full cup of life tree juice flowing with pure life breath.

This is the diluted sap of life, and it is the kind of sap of life that has not been blended twice. There is a semicircular ink stamp of "Castletown Trading Company" on the edge of the oak barrel.

Old Pike rubbed his eyes hard and watched Roy scoop out fifty cups of sap of life from the oak barrel. All of this sap of life was poured into a wooden basin, which was half a basin.

"Okay, your box soul crystal and our friendship can only exchange for this much sap of life at most. You have to drink it sparingly. After all, I don't have much. The sap of life produced by each tree of life in the Elf Continent is very limited, and the sap of life that can flow to the black market is even less pitiful..."

Roy said as he smashed the cork into the circular opening of the oak barrel.

Old Pike looked at the half basin of sap of life in front of him with some excitement, and his lips trembled slightly. He used his fingers to sip a little sap of life on the edge of the basin and smeared it on his lips. His dry lips became obviously moisturized.

Old Pike quickly took out a few potion bottles from the shelf, poured half a basin of life sap into the potion bottles, put them in his bag, and looked around. He found that no demon hunters were paying attention to this side, so he was slightly relieved.

"Roy, do you know that the life sap in the barrel alone is enough for all the demon hunters in the wanderer camp to kill you ten times in the wilderness."

Old Pike lowered his voice to warn Roy.

"Then you have to be like me, be careful and worry every day, don't let people 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 only the two of them were.

He walked to the front of Old Pike's tent, stopped at the entrance of the tent, and turned to Old Pike:

"Let's treat the wounds of these gentlemen first!"

...

'That young half-elf boy is back in the camp'

After dawn, the Wanderer Camp was in an uproar, and the whole camp was going crazy about this matter.

A while ago, when Roy left, more than a dozen demon hunters in the Wanderer Camp followed him, preparing to rob the wealthy young half-elf who was carrying more than a hundred dark sickle bone blades and a large amount of soul crystals in the wilderness of the Dark Land.

But in recent days, none of the demon hunters who participated in the robbery returned to the Wanderer Camp, making this matter very abnormal!

Now that Roy has appeared in the camp market again, this is enough to show that the young half-elf boy in front of him is the final winner.

Especially, he had a bulging purse hanging around his waist again, and this time, Roy was not only purchasing the bone blade of the dark sickle in the market of the wanderer camp. He held 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 almost purchased dark magic beast materials according to the list.

This time in the market of the camp, Roy first asked the stall owners to quote the prices of the goods, and each product was marked with five or six selling prices.

Finally, Roy used the quill pen in his hand to draw horizontal lines on the parchment, and then filled in a new price behind the horizontal lines, and this price was exactly half of the average price calculated from these quotations...

Roy told the price to the stall owners in the market one by one, and the stall owners who were willing to sell the magic beast materials got the soul crystal on the spot and completed the transaction.

The stall owners who did not want to sell the magic beast materials at such a low price could only sit back in front of the stall, and Roy did not persuade them again.

This time, Roy purchased a wide variety of goods, and all the goods were piled up like a small mountain.

There was no way to put all the supplies into the magic waist bag. After completing the purchase, Roy sat quietly beside the pile of goods and waited.

He ignored the demon hunters who looked at him with surprised eyes, and ignored the demon hunters' chats. Even if some demon hunters stood in front of Roy, Roy would not look at them directly.

"Are you a merchant from the Dark Land?" Some demon hunters asked Roy curiously.

Roy turned his head to look at the goods beside him, and then replied: "Just barely!"

"Did anything happen to you after you left our camp last time?" A demon hunter asked Roy boldly.

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 inquired 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, they didn't say anything, so 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...

…

"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 other people, it's like there's a knife hidden in your eyes. I don't even dare to look at them!"

"Their eyes are so cold..."

"So... now you know! That young half-elf kid 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..."