Some Matters in Plateau City

The three investigators ultimately received no response from the Silver Pegasus Legion and left Queen Island aboard a supply Supply Ship.

In fact, the investigators knew very well that the Silver Pegasus Military Department's reluctance to respond directly was because they did not intend to deal with the young half- Elf Officer without any evidence.

"Should we return to Buenos City, or continue our investigation in the Pattington Plane?" an investigator asked in a low voice.

His comprehensive investigation into the Pattington Plane this time yielded no useful information, leaving him somewhat dissatisfied.

"I don't want to go to the Pattington Plane anymore. I want to go back to Buenos. As for the investigation report, I plan to include everything I've seen and heard along the way." The second investigator shook his head repeatedly, saying dejectedly.

"In fact, we have no way to prove that Roy intentionally killed Abel," the last investigator said with some helplessness.

The investigator who spoke first continued:

"Then let's write all the information we've gathered in the investigation report. As for how to proceed, let those guys in the court decide for themselves!"

A sea breeze blew by, but it couldn't dispel the restlessness in the hearts of the three investigators.

Most of the main buildings in the Plateau City have been completed, except for some scaffolding that has not been removed.

Many buildings have exquisite Stone Sculpture on their roofs and relief murals on their front walls.

The elves' pursuit of beauty has almost become an obsession.

The Plateau City is not very big.

A fountain can be seen at every Cross Street Intersection.

Most of these fountains flow from Stone Sculpture into a pool made of Hollow Brick.

This type of pool has an overflow channel around its edge. When the pool is full, excess water will flow into Dark Channel along the overflow channel.

Every street in the Plateau City is clean and tidy, and the city's residents are some Half-Elf.

Initially, most of the Half-Elf living in the Plateau City were family members of the Mine Guard.

Later, a number of Half-Elf gatherers also chose to settle in the Plateau City.

These elves together number approximately eight thousand.

The busiest place in the city right now is the Concentration Camp for the Highland Slavers, prisoners of war.

The Concentration Camp held approximately 12,000 prisoners of war, who were the main force in building the city and had to perform heavy labor every day.

The Headhunter's Concentration Camp is also the place Roy is most worried about, because the main force of the Mine Guard Regiment is not currently stationed in the Plateau City.

If the headhunters in the Concentration Camp camp were to launch a riot in the Plateau City, the Plateau City's current military strength would be insufficient to quell it.

The Concentration Camp was located in the southwest corner of the Plateau City, just one street away from the Free Market.

The Concentration Camp camp was surrounded by a four-meter-high wall, with five-meter-high Arrow Tower at each of the four corners.

From the outside, there are four of these Arrow Tower, located in the four corners.

However, if you go inside the Concentration Camp, you will find that there are actually fourteen such Arrow Tower in the Concentration Camp.

Moreover, these Arrow Tower are connected by high walls, allowing archers to support each other through these Arrow Tower.

A squad of Half-Elf Warrior entered the main gate of the Concentration Camp. The Half-Elf Warrior responsible for guarding the Concentration Camp stood ramrod straight at their posts and saluted Roy as he entered through the main gate.

The headhunters' barracks were Row House, with iron fences separating some larger rooms, which contained bunk beds.

The prisoners of war, who were headhunters, lived in a completely private environment. Their beds were covered only with straw mats, and in the corner of the room was a wooden tub filled with water.

A group of headhunter prisoners of war had just returned from the construction site. They stood by a wall in the yard, with a row of water outlets at the top of the wall. Dozens of jets of water poured down from the outlets, and the headhunter prisoners of war were taking a bath in the open area.

Perhaps due to prolonged exposure to the sun, these headhunters all had a bronze tan.

Roy said to the Half-Elf officer in the Concentration Camp camp, "Take me to their mess hall."

The headhunter's canteen only had some long tables, and there were no benches, so everyone had to stand to eat.

In the large iron pot in the canteen, a kind of sticky porridge was being cooked. Roy walked closer and examined it carefully, but he couldn't tell what was being cooked in it.

However, there were some headhunter prisoners of war in the canteen eating this thin porridge, holding wooden plates.

"What's this?"

Roy picked up a long-handled spoon, scooped a spoonful of thin porridge from the pot, and smelled it. The smell wasn't strange.

The officers in the Concentration Camp quickly replied, "They usually eat porridge made from cassava, which is abundant in the wilderness. They also have meat soup twice a week, and occasionally Breadfruit and apples."

As he spoke, he led Roy to the warehouse next to the canteen, where it was piled with plant roots as thick as an arm. He introduced them to Roy, saying, "These are cassava, a food that headhunters often eat."

A group of female headhunters placed the cleaned cassava into a stone trough. Two strong female headhunters stood on either side, each holding a large wooden mallet, constantly pounding the cassava until it was mashed into a pulp. Then they scooped out the cassava juice and soaked it in a large vat next to them.

These headhunting women, who had been chatting away, immediately shut up and got back to work when they saw Roy and his group walk in...

Roy walked out of the mess hall and came to the small square in the Concentration Camp camp.

Almost all the Half-Elf officers above the rank of squad leader in the Concentration Camp were gathered here.

Roy roughly counted, and there were fewer than two hundred Half-Elf officers.

He stood on the low wall at the edge of the square so that all the officers in the Concentration Camp could see him...

Roy clapped his hands, and the surroundings quickly quieted down, with all the Half-Elf officers' eyes falling on Roy.

Roy said to the officer guarding the Concentration Camp:

"Actually, I've been worried about problems at the Plateau City Concentration Camp for the past two months. Sometimes I even wake up in a fright, fearing that a riot might break out here."

"I don't think whether these headhunter prisoners of war have weapons or not has much impact on their combat effectiveness."

"It seems you've done a great job; you've managed this place very well!"

Upon hearing Roy's words, the Half-Elf officers clapped excitedly, their morale soaring.

Roy waved his hand, signaling everyone to quiet down.

Roy continued:

"Currently, the Concentration Camp in the Plateau City is considered a high-risk area."

"The work you Concentration Camp guards do is quite dangerous, mainly because of me. I can't station enough troops in this Plateau City, which makes it somewhat dangerous here!"

"Therefore, how to manage the Concentration Camp is also a great test for you guards."

"I hope you can follow the Concentration Camp's management system and ensure a clear distinction between rewards and punishments. Only in this way can the headhunting prisoners of war in the Concentration Camp learn to follow the rules and know what they can and cannot do. Mistakes should be punished, and merits should be rewarded. This is how these headhunters can quickly adapt to life in the Concentration Camp..."

Roy said a lot, but mainly he was telling the Half-Elf guards in the Concentration Camp camp to be fair in their rewards and punishments.

After touring the Concentration Camp, Roy even went to see the Headhunter prisoners of war's lunch.

The restaurant was packed with headhunter prisoners of war eating cassava porridge from wooden platters.

It's clear that these headhunter prisoners of war can accept cassava porridge.

Roy discovered that the older headhunters and female headhunters in the Concentration Camp were more accepting of this lifestyle. They even felt that living in the Concentration Camp was more stable, and they didn't have to worry about food, which was far more comfortable than living in the tribal villages.

Inside the Row House of the Concentration Camp, some of the headhunters' children ran around freely, with no guards restricting their movements.

Some of the older headhunters sat in the sun, leaning against the clean walls of the Row House, basking in the sunlight. Looking at them, squinting and dozing off, they seemed incredibly relaxed.

As for the headhunter prisoners of war who were doing hard labor, they didn't seem to be too resistant to this intensity of work. Roy even had some of the headhunter prisoners of war take a bath and have lunch before wrestling in an open field.

The Concentration Camp official also told Roy:

"Boss Roy, these headhunter prisoners of war who do hard labor work on the construction site and earn a certain number of points based on their daily performance. These points can be accumulated and exchanged for some biological items. They can also use their days off to go to the market to buy Unicorn Wild Ox to improve their meals."

Roy nodded and led Mulin and Sabrina away from the Concentration Camp.

Woods entered the Free Market of the Plateau City and saw some Elf Merchants setting up stalls. Most of the goods sold on the stalls were daily necessities, such as cloth and iron pots.

Of course, there were also some miscellaneous items such as bowstrings, daggers, whetstones, and flints.

To Woods' surprise, Magic Herbs were almost nowhere to be found in the Plateau City Free Market.

However, some basic monster materials can still be found...

Woods saw a Half-Elf dressed as a hunter setting up a stall with various materials, including animal sinews, leather, and spiral ram horns, mixed together with magical materials. He was sitting on a woven wicker basket, enjoying an apple.

Are you a collector?

Woods noticed the small hoe leaning against the wicker basket and asked curiously.

"I usually gather Magic Emperor Grass in the foothills of the southwest mountains, and occasionally I hunt Magic Antelope if I see them. These few pieces of hide were plucked from Magic Antelope, but they're not in very good condition!" the Half-Elf gatherer said shyly.

He was wearing a set of light armor made of Magic Antelope hide, with an ordinary dagger hanging at his waist, and a rather nice longbow slung over his back...

"Then why don't you have any Magic Herbs on your stall?" Roy asked curiously. "Have they all been sold out?"

"You want to buy Magic Herbs? Then you'll have to deal with the Mine Guard Regiment." The Half-Elf gatherer answered frankly, "The gatherers here usually sell Magic Herbs to the military buyers of the Mine Guard Regiment. It's not only convenient, but you also don't need to negotiate prices."

Woods asked, somewhat surprised, "Didn't you say you'd earn more if you sold from a stall?"

"But the Mine Guard Regiment's buyers are Boss Roy's business! Hey, what exactly do you want to buy?" the Half-Elf gatherer couldn't help but ask one last time.

Woods quickly said, "I wanted to buy some Magic Herbs, but I couldn't find them at the Free Market..."

"It's normal not to find Magic Herbs on the Free Market. The biggest buyer here is Boss Roy, so who would sell Magic Herbs to other merchants?" the Half-Elf gatherer said smugly. Then she whispered, "Are you a merchant who came from Padesto City? If you can't buy Magic Herbs, I think buying some magical materials is actually fine!"

Instead of strolling around the Free Market area, May and Miss Tiffany chose to wander around the town's Residential Area.

In fact, the buildings in the Plateau City are very compact, and these buildings, which are made of Hollow Brick, are quite regular in shape.

Although some of them look square and don't quite fit the elves' aesthetic, they're actually still acceptable...

In the alleys of this Plateau City, you can often see arched bridges overhead, and clothes are drying on many rooftops, giving the alleys a lively atmosphere.

Although the Half-Elf did not sleep in treehouses, they filled their dwellings with lush plants, and some buildings even had ivy growing on their walls, filling the alleyways with a strong sense of life.

"Actually, building a city like this on the plateau doesn't look bad at all!"

Moira stepped out of the alley first, turned around and smiled at Miss Tiffany behind her.

As they were talking, a half-elf girl with a tear -Half-Elf face ran past Moira carrying a small pot. Just then Moira turned around, Half-Elf girl almost bumped into Moira, causing the small pot she was carrying to shake violently.

Some of the herbal-smelling broth in the pot accidentally spilled out.

The Half-Elf girl exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear!"

She quickly slowed down to make the small pot more stable. At this moment, her tear-streaked face looked even more aggrieved. She pouted and continued running forward with tears in her eyes.

"Are you alright? Do you need me to help you?" Moira quickly followed after her and asked the Half-Elf girl.

"Hey, Moira, before you came out, Sabrina told me to keep an eye on you and tell you to mind your own business. Have you forgotten?"

Miss Tiffany stood at the alley entrance and called out to Moira's retreating figure.

Without turning her head, Moira said, "How is this any of your business? I accidentally bumped into her. I'm just seeing if I can help. Tiffany, just wait here for me, I'll be right back..."

"Hey, don't leave me behind!"

Seeing Moira run into the alley, Miss Tiffany quickly followed after her...