Roy walked into the hall of the town hall and bypassed the front desk to the Guard Reference Room.

The room was filled with data cabinets, and the door of the room was next to the window with a desk, where Miss Carlisle and Althea were the clerks, and they were in charge of the personal files of the resident elves of the half-blood elves in Fortress Town.

"Roy, you should be here too......" Miss Carlisle turned her head and greeted Roy as he stood in the doorway.

Roy would hand the bail list to Miss Carlisle's assistant, Althea, and stand at the window, and he could see several wooden cages in the glade.

"What's wrong?" Roy asked curiously.

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

Roy didn't expect those half-blood elves to be slave traders, and he said with some hesitation: "The teleporters of the Partington plane have been closed for nearly three years, where can they sell their slaves?" ”

Althea walked over to the bookshelf, searched for the elves' profiles in the catalog, and interjected:

"Listen to the young elves who have been rescued and say that these slave traders are trying to take them to the Pagisto Plateau."

Roy asked, "Where did the young elves get back?" ”

"On the boundary line to the west of the communal domain." "There are a few more slave traders who have escaped and are still being pursued. ”

"Are there any young elves who haven't been saved?"

"I don't know." Althea said.

After the town was rebuilt, Woods' uncle and a group of half-blood elves planted many apple and orange trees around the town, and there are now several orchards around the town.

The half-blood elves collect magical herbs in the jungle here, hunt primary magical beasts, and exchange these magical materials for some living materials, and their lives can be maintained......

Many elven hunters will also form groups to enter the black water swamp to hunt the poisonous horned black worms and dragon flies in the swamp, which is very dangerous, but it can also harvest very valuable monster materials.

Roy thought that the slave traders had completely disappeared.

I didn't expect it to appear on the side of Barrier Town......

……

Roy walked out of the data room and pinched the corners of his eyes, which was a bit of a headache.

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

In fact, the council leaders and the military of Paddestow City knew that there were some half-blood elf villages in the southern part of the Griffon Barrier Mountains, and they also knew that there were animal tamers among them, probably because they were worried that this group of half-blood elves would become a potential threat to the Silver Pegasus Legion, so the Council of Elders of Paddestow City issued a ban:

The elves of the Barrier Town are forbidden to trade with the elves of the southern part of the mountains, and they are not allowed to give them even the most basic necessities.

At least three of the half-blood elves that Roy bailed out of Padstow City were imprisoned for this type of illegal trade.

To this end, the army of the Silver Pegasus was always stationed next to the town.

This time, a group of slave traders appeared on the west side of the public territory, and the army stationed in Fortress Town sent elven warriors to hunt down the slave traders, so the garrison in the town would be so small.

Roy walked out of the town hall and didn't stop for a moment in his dusty consul's office.

This is the central area of the walled town, and there are several carriages parked at the door of the town hall, and there are neat wooden boxes in the wagons, which should be stored with some Warcraft materials.

Half-blood elven hunters are also lining up to sell Warcraft materials.

There have been almost no foreign adventure groups entering the Partington plane recently, so the harvest of the elven hunters in the jungle is not bad, although the purchase price is a little low, but it is reasonable.

As Roy passed by the town's only fish stall, he found a boy in an earth-colored linen garment made of hops, squatting under a tree across from the stall, his hair a little messy, untrimmed for an unknown amount of time, his clothes had a few holes in them, and he hadn't been mended, but his little face was still clean.

He crouched quietly under the tree, staring unblinkingly at the stall with a few frozen fish on the ice.

Roy stopped and walked over with some curiosity.

The boy was supposed to be a half-blood elf, and when he noticed that Roy noticed him, he immediately became a little nervous, and saw Roy walking towards him, turning and running into the woods.

He should have been familiar with the place, and it was quickly gone.

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

"Does the kid always come over?" Roy took the two big green clothes in his hands and chatted with the fish stall owner.

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

"You say those children! They have been here for more than half a year, and they live in the town, and they should live near the valley, and they usually pick some fruit from the surrounding orchards, and they don't eat much, and they don't spoil the fruit, and they don't go hungry. Occasionally, I want to eat fish, so I just wait here, and I occasionally give them some unsellable and stinky sea fish, all poor children. ”

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

The fish stall owner thought for a moment before saying, "Probably not, at least I haven't seen ......."

After speaking, he looked at Roy with some vigilance......

Roy then asked, "How many kids are these kids in the town now?" ”

The owner of the fish stall obviously didn't want to say anything more, and he replied hesitantly: "It shouldn't be much, it's basically just those few faces." ”

Roy knew that he wouldn't be able to ask anything if he continued to ask, and turned to leave the fish stall.

……

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

Woods' uncle was also very happy to see that Woods had found so many friends, and when everyone talked about Woods's studies in Castletown, Uncle Woods was even more smiling and his eyes narrowed.

If he hadn't identified himself as a Grand Druid, no one would have thought that this thick-knuckled, strong-blooded half-breed would be a Druid.

He looked more like a grower in the orchard who was accustomed to rough work, and in his tree house, except for a few trays of flowers and plants, there were only a few pairs of shears for pruning branches hanging on the wall.

His face is also slightly vicissitudes, his eyes are gentle, and he is always smiling.

He talked about the matter in the fortress town, and bluntly said that the Silver Pegasus Legion did not liquidate the rebels in the town, which can be regarded as fulfilling the original promise.

Now that the half-blood elves in Barrier Town can have such a life, everyone is relatively content.

The only inconvenient part is that the portal on the Partington plane has never been opened, and I don't know how long it will take......

There's nothing Roy can do about it.

Roy then talks to Woods' uncle about the elven kids in the town.

"Do you say those foreign children?" Uncle Woods asked, frowning.

Roy talks about the half-blood elf kid he saw in front of the fish stall during the day.

Woods' uncle nodded, and replied casually:

"They were rescued by us from the slave traders, and we asked them where their home was, but they only said that they were on the Pagisto Plateau, and they themselves did not know where they were, and we could not send them back, so we took them back to the town."

"Actually, they are quite pitiful, so small, homeless, but they have a place to live in the town, arranged by the town, and they are allowed to pick fruits from the orchard, as long as they don't waste it, they can eat it as they please, and they occasionally go outside the town to collect magic herbs for money, and their usual life is also very economical."

Roy initially thought that these elven children were orphans of rebels who had died in battle, but he didn't expect them to be rescued from slave traders.

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

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

"How can there be so many?" Roy was taken aback.

"Except for a few who were rescued, the others appeared inexplicably...... It's strange here, and when we first met the slave traders, we felt like they came to us, and then they ran away, leaving a few children behind. Woods' uncle frowned and said to Roy.

Roy had no choice but to say: "You usually pay more attention to them, at least to ensure their most basic living needs, you can tell me any need, and I will be responsible for coordination." ”

When Woods' uncle heard Roy say this, he immediately furrowed his brows and said gently:

"That's fine......"

……

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

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

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

"I can't tell it, the druids' lives are so simple." Claire sighed heartily.

"It's always been like this, it's good ......to get used to it," Woods said.

"He stayed here, most of the time because he didn't worry about these half-blood elves, and he has also been opening apple orchards around the town in the past few years, hoping that the barrier town can be self-sufficient." Roy said.

"Roy, when are we leaving Barrier Town?" Claire asked.

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

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

On the day he arrived at the Barrier Village, Roy passed the news out, but he didn't wait for Kaka and Little Eugene to appear, and now that Claire asked, Roy was also a little anxious.

Back at the lodgings, Roy was sleeping soundly in bed when he heard an owl crying outside the window.

Roy suddenly woke up from his sleep, he sat up from the bed, put the magic pattern on his body haphazardly, looked out the window a few times, and saw an owl with a white crescent moon on its chest on the branch outside the window, and then jumped out with one hand on the windowsill, and chased after the owl.

(End of chapter)