Inquiries

Roy changed into ordinary leather armor in the tent, disguising himself as an ordinary elven hunter, before quietly leaving the Negotiation Team's temporary camp.

He walked to the stream in the valley and lingered for a short while by the stone tablet.

It must be said that Lord Alvis was a bit too hasty this time. If he had continued to squeeze the living space of Half-Elf half-elves step by step and gradually forced them to the south, as long as they were far away from Padesto City, not only would this area have gradually come under his control, but the Slave Traders would also have moved to the southern Pattington Plane.

Once away from Padesto City, it became much harder for Alvis to be implicated in the slave trade.

He hastily fenced off his territory, leaving tens of thousands of Half-Elf with nowhere to go...

The slave trade was discovered again in the Padesto City...

The reason he doesn't have the word "death" marked on his forehead is entirely because the Silver Moon Elf Kingdom doesn't have the death penalty.

Under the watchful eyes of several Rebel Army fighters, Roy walked calmly into the Bulwark Village.

Today, the Bulwark Village is overcrowded, littered with garbage and makeshift tents, and even hammocks hang from the trees. The woodland is teeming with Half-Elf.

Roy carried a small Round Shield on his back, a short dagger at his waist, and wore tattered leather armor with bulging pockets at his waist.

A Rebel Army fighter saw Roy crossing the stream and walking towards him, and shouted to Roy:

"Wait a minute, where did you come from?"

"Blackwater Swamp, we usually hunt dire wolves there, but now that all the caravans from Padesto City have left, we thought we'd try our luck here..." Roy replied in fluent Elven Language.

"Where are you going?" The Rebel Army soldiers remained vigilant.

"Let's see if we can sell the dire wolf pelts here." Roy quickly took off the bundle he was carrying on his back and opened it in front of the Rebel Army soldier. Sure enough, there were two tattered dire wolf pelts.

The Rebel Army soldier looked at Roy's face and asked in confusion, "Human?"

"Half-Elf, my mother is an elf!" Roy said with a grin, then re-tied up his luggage and slung it over his back.

And so they crossed the stream with ease.

"If you want to sell these two pelts, you can go to Second District. If you want to join the Rebel Army, you need to register in Fifth District now. But there are all sorts of people there, so be careful not to get scammed out of these pelts," the Rebel Army soldier carefully warned.

Perhaps because Roy wasn't Half-Elf, the Rebel Army spoke to him in an extremely friendly tone.

Roy noticed that the Rebel Army soldiers looked rather thin...

Clearly, the lack of supplies here caused the Rebel Army soldiers a lot of hardship.

He took a sour apple out of his leather pocket, tossed it to the Rebel Army, and then stepped into the Bulwark Village.

Based on the information provided by the Rebel Army, Roy inquired with other elves and learned that the current Bulwark Village is divided into five major districts.

For every 10,000 Half-Elf Rebel Army gathered, a district is established. Currently, the Fifth District has been established, which means that the number of the Half-Elf Rebel Army in this area is less than 50,000.

This is 30,000 more Rebel Army soldiers than the information we had heard before.

Today, the Bulwark Village is not only overcrowded, but some of the Rebel Army settlements have also expanded outside the village.

The First District is considered the core area of Bulwark Village, the Second District is right next to the First District, and the Fifth District has now developed the upstream forest land of the river.

The Bulwark Village looks very messy...

Roy walked through the Bulwark Village, and surprisingly, no one came to question him anymore.

Not only is the Free Market gone, but some of the original shops in the Bulwark Village have also closed down, and the wooden houses of these shops have been occupied by some Rebel Army.

Many Half-Elf lay in the tents, and judging from their expressions, they seemed to be just passing the time.

The village reeked of a sour, foul odor, with piles of garbage in many corners that hadn't been cleaned up, emitting a nauseating smell.

No wonder the Rebel Army formed a path when the Negotiation Team entered the Bulwark Village; they probably didn't want the negotiators to see the chaotic scene in the Bulwark Village...

Perhaps the Rebel Army Chieftain had no management experience; when the number of Half-Elf living in the Bulwark Village exceeded ten thousand, he had no idea how to manage them.

"Would you like some dire wolf pelts? They can be used to make leather armor..."

Roy approached a Half-Elf Rebel Army and began selling the roll of fur he had brought. The Rebel Army was shirtless and appeared to be without a leather breastplate, but he was carrying two rather nice-looking Artisan's Sword, and his leather pouch at his waist was bulging.

"You have leather?" The Rebel Army immediately became interested as Roy opened the leather scroll.

"How much for this? I have quite a few Kole." The Rebel Army reached out and stroked the somewhat stiff fur, discovering it was indeed dire wolf leather. He immediately moved closer, opened the bulging leather bag, and pulled out a large stack of Kole.

Roy paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Do you have Magic Crystal Stone? One for two Magic Crystal Stone."

"So expensive, why don't you just rob someone?" the Rebel Army muttered, then added, "Outside, five hundred Kole can be exchanged for a Magic Crystal Stone. I have at least a thousand Kole in this pocket, you can have them all! How about you sell me this pelt?"

"What's the use of Kole? We can't spend it!" Roy refused decisively.

He looked around warily, quickly retied the scroll, and prepared to leave.

The Rebel Army quickly grabbed Roy's arm and said with a grin, "Don't rush off, let's discuss this some more..."

The Rebel Army fighter tossed aside the leather pouch he was carrying, grabbed Roy's scroll, and refused to let him leave.

What other good stuff do you have?

Roy stopped, turned around, and asked the Rebel Army soldier.

The Rebel Army soldier awkwardly touched his waist; apart from a pocket full of useless Kole, he really had nothing else to offer.

Have you seen any human magicians around here?

Roy asked in a low voice while rummaging through his leather pocket, which was full of Kole.

"You mean that human mage who looks a lot like you? I've seen him twice, and I also know that he lives in the Fifth District. He always wears a mage's robe and a conical hat when he goes out..." the Rebel Army soldier said quickly.

"Do you live in the Fifth District?"

"That's right, he's a magician. Go ask around in the Fifth District, many elves know him," the Rebel Army warrior said.

"Alright, this dire wolf pelt is yours!"

Roy pulled out a dire wolf pelt and handed it to the Rebel Army soldier, also tying the leather pouch around his waist.

Roy was just casually inquiring, but he didn't expect that elves had actually seen Benjamin. It seemed that he was doing quite well with the Rebel Army...