The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 105 "Recruiter" Nameless

Hearing that Patch had left the task and ran away to catch fish, Wuming's expression was cloudy for a while before finally calming down.

Only then did he finally notice Laya who was restless and hesitant to speak.

"Thank you, little girl." Wuming's voice softened a little, and he was about to leave.

Seeing that Wuming was about to leave, Laya quickly reached out and grabbed his arm armor.

A membrane of yellow barrier materialized, pierced by her outstretched hand.

Noticing this barrier, Laya thought of something, quickly withdrew her hand, and shrank into the golden barrier.

Wuming noticed that the barrier was exactly the same type as that of Ai Lei Church, a protective barrier necessary for wealthy and nobles to travel.

"It seems that he is really a nobleman, and his status is not low." Wuming thought to himself.

Although Laya retracted her hand, she still looked at Wuming.

She was in a slumped figure, and could only look up at Wuming, showing pitiful eyes from bottom to top:

"That... Uncle, can you do me a favor?"

"What's busy?" Wuming became cheerful.

Partly because Patch's whereabouts have been tracked down, and partly because the girl is from a famous family and looks silly--it seems like it's easy to make money from her.

The nameless eyes licked and wiped Laya's whole body like a poisonous snake, trying to find the pocket that might be hiding Rune.

After watching for a long time, Wuming was a little discouraged.

It is true that Laya's disguised human image hides money bags in many places, but the real body under the phantom can be seen at a glance.

In addition to the body is a small vest.

Unless this snake-like race has some magical special storage methods, such as crops, otherwise there will be no valuables.

Without Rune on him, he could only work on favors.

The favors of nobles are also very valuable.

Wuming listened attentively to Laya's request.

Laya said timidly:
"I was traveling on the orders of my master, but I was attacked by hooligans. He took away my important necklace. I would like to ask you to help me get it back."

"Necklace..." Wuming examined Laya.

This girl's snake body has a big face and thick neck, the neck is as wide as the body, can she really wear a necklace?

"There will be no fraud..." Wuming thought to himself.

According to Patch, the Law Judges of the Volcano Mansion are also a group of madmen who like to hunt their compatriots, similar to the Blood Fingers of the Blood Dynasty.

Wuming pondered for a moment, and then stopped thinking about it.

Wuming judged from his own experience of being deceived countless times, that Laya was quite innocent.

And if there is a fraud, the caravan can have an extra dish of snake soup tonight.

"But I don't seem to know how to make snake soup..." Wuming muttered, and he sighed, "It would be great if there was a cook in the shop."

Seeing Wuming hesitated, Laya quickly said:
"Of course, I will also give you due thanks."

She said: "But that hooligan is a faded person like you. If you really don't want to fight with your compatriots, I won't force you..."

Wuming smiled: "Miss, you don't have to worry about that, I'm not a fader."

Laya was surprised: "Aren't you a fader? But your eyes don't have light? Or are you a snake or something?"

Wuming laughed: "As long as it is beneficial to me, I can be a faded person, which hinders me from making money, or not. Don't be so stuck in race."

Laya poked her chin and tilted her head, unable to understand Wuming's train of thought.

"Where is that hooligan?" Wuming asked Laya where the entrustment was, "I bullied Miss Laya, don't agree, a little hooligan, deal with him!"

"It's the empty house in front." Laya pointed in a direction.

"Miss Laya, will you go with me?" Wuming glanced at Laya.

Laya shook her head:

"My mother won't let me out of this circle, she said there are bad people outside the circle."

The girl burst into tears: "But I was too hungry before, so I smelled a scent and went out in a daze. When I recovered, the necklace was taken away. I still didn't listen to my mother."

"Don't cry, I'll bring it back to you." Wuming raised his sword and shield, striding forward.

Soon he found the empty room that Laya mentioned.

This is a rather dilapidated log cabin, and beside the firewood pile in front of the cabin, sits a man with an iron mask.

A man with a broad frame can feel strong even if he sits on the sidelines.He was wearing a loose cloth, which was gray and stained with stains of various colors, making him look dirty.

The man was wearing a rough barrel-packed iron mask, and his eyes were exposed through the pores of the mask, which looked a little scary.

The man's character was as bad as that appearance, seeing Wuming approaching, he sat there and glanced at Wuming:
"What are you doing standing there? Kill you, get out of here."

Wuming ignored the man, his attention was focused on the things in front of the man.

The masked man set up a large pot in front of him, which was full of aquatic products such as shrimps and crabs. It was boiled until it was shiny golden, emitting dense heat.

"You did this?" Wuming asked.

"So what?" The masked man stared at Wuming, "Get out of here, hear me? If you don't want to die, get out of here. I won't kill you while I'm in a good mood and it's about to boil."

Wuming didn't respond to the masked man's harsh words.

Having experienced all kinds of dangerous situations, Wuming knows clearly that a dog that bites does not bark.This kind of person who keeps killing you is not a big threat at all.

In terms of danger alone, Patch is much more sinister than this guy.Every time Patch smiled, he wanted to kill people.

Wuming even felt the masked man trembling slightly, probably because he was afraid of himself.

This is also normal.

Except for the somewhat scary helmet on his head, the hooligan only had a layer of rags all over his body.

And Wuming himself was covered with iron sheets, except for the full body armor and the sword shield, the helmet was much stronger than the rough armor surrounded by the iron sheets of the masked man.

It's like seeing a beast bigger than yourself, people will always be afraid.

Nameless pointed to the pot of aquatic seafood:

"How is your craft? Is it delicious?"

The hooligan said, "What about my master's craftsmanship? I can't guarantee anything else. I am a master at cooking shrimp."

The hooligan patted his chest:

"I am a soul-infused shrimp!"

After bragging, the rogue softened his tone when he saw Wuming staring intently at the iron pot:

"You want to eat? Do you like shrimp too?"

Nameless nodded, but did not answer directly:
"The prawns are good, nutritious and powerful."

The hooligan took a deep look at Wuming:
"Yes, you are very discerning. Your boy's life is saved. Those who like shrimp are definitely not bad people."

"Aren't you a bad person?" Wuming asked back.

The hooligan choked.

The rogue was suddenly caught in a dilemma.

If you want to maintain your fierce personality, you obviously can't admit that you are a good person.But he's not a good person, so doesn't that mean he doesn't like shrimp?

The rogue masked man struggled for a long time, and when he saw Wuming staring at him playfully, he became a little annoyed:
"I'm tired of being a bad guy, I want to be a good guy, can't I?"

"Okay, why not." Wuming said, "Good sir, can you return Miss Laya's necklace?"

"Oh, so you came here for her." The hooligan suddenly realized, "You want that necklace... Humph, if you want it, you should show a little sincerity? Depending on the situation, maybe you are willing to sell it to you. oh."

"Shouldn't good people hand it in directly?" Wuming asked.

"Why?" The hooligan glared at him, "It's not my illegal gains. The little girl ate my shrimp, so she still doesn't allow me to charge?"

"That girl is an aristocrat, the necklace that is so precious to an aristocrat, probably cannot be replaced by a few shrimps, right?" Wuming narrowed his eyes.

"She ate a pot." The hooligan remained expressionless.

"Oh..." Wuming looked at the fish and shrimp in the big iron pot, "It seems to be more or less..."

Wuming touched the helmet: "Forget it, then I'll buy it."

"You buy it when you say it?" the hooligan said, "Buy and sell by force, right? How about your sincerity?"

The hooligan stretched out his hand and twisted his fingers at Wuming.

But Wuming completely ignored the rogue's gesture, and turned his gaze to the steaming iron pot.

Wuming thought, since the hooligans didn't plan to sell necklaces, sincerity couldn't be measured by Lu En.

And even though Wuming wanted to take an excess amount of runes and throw them in the gangster's face to change his mind, he was reluctant.

"Your shrimp is not bad." Wuming said.

"You're very discerning." The hooligan said proudly.

"But, the nutritional value is not high." Wuming said.

The hooligan quit: "What do you mean?"

"These are just ordinary crayfish meat. I can feel that they don't contain much power." Wuming said.

"Are you looking for faults?" The hooligan glared at him, "There are a lot of nutritious shrimps in the lake, you go hunt them."

Wuming left the shabby house where the shrimp was boiled without saying a word.

The hooligan thought he had successfully choked Wuming, snorted disdainfully, picked up a shrimp, lifted his mask and stuffed it into his mouth:

"Aren't you capable of farts? You can only talk, and you talk all day long. Isn't it cowardly—"

A huge lobster fell from the sky, plunged headfirst into the soft muddy water, splashed a large amount of water, and drenched the rogue's head.

But the hooligan completely ignored his anger, watching the head plunged into the muddy water, the body still as tall as the wooden house was in a daze, and the shrimp in his mouth quietly fell.

Wuming walked from behind the lobster with a smile:
"That's why I was thinking about how to show my sincerity. It doesn't matter that you like shrimp, so I thought of this."

Nameless knocks on the hard shell of the giant shrimp:
"How about it, is it sincere enough?"

The hooligan was still in a daze, looking at Wuming and then at the giant shrimp.

"Enough-sincere-meaning-is it?" Wuming approached the hooligan and asked again word by word.

The hooligan came back to his senses, and nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice.

"That's good." Wuming clapped his palms, and the gauntlets intertwined with gold and iron sounds and sparks, "Can you sell me the necklace now? Make your bid."

Looking at Wuming's kind eyes, the hooligan swallowed, and took out a huge necklace:

"I brought this necklace, and I can't sell it to you easily. The so-called buying a horse bone for a thousand catties can't be done without sincerity. Such a large necklace is worth a rune."

"That's right, the price is very reasonable." Wuming accepted the necklace with a smile, and handed it to the rogue one rune.

The rogue's mask hadn't been closed yet, and he grinned reluctantly:

"Well... can you go back and do business for that little girl?"

"No hurry." Wuming said, he shook the necklace, "This is to thank that girl for helping me, but I still have my own business."

"Your business?" The hooligan wondered.

"To be precise, it's our business." Wuming clenched his fists, "Our business...isn't over yet."

Hearing the rattling sound of Nameless's gauntlet, the hooligan was about to cry:
"Brother, what else do you want to do? How about I give you all the fish, shrimp and crab?"

"Teaching a man how to fish is worse than teaching him how to fish." Wuming said, "I want you more than lobsters."

The hooligan moved the small bench back in horror and bumped into the firewood stack behind him.

He shielded his chest with both hands, covering the loose cloth, with a terrified expression:

"I'm not for sale."

"That's because the price hasn't arrived yet." Wuming took out a big bag of runes, "Let's make a price, how much are you willing to be my chef?"

"I'd rather die than surrender—what did you say?" The hooligan put on the appearance of a chaste man, and was about to die heroically, when he suddenly realized that what Wuming said was different from what he imagined.

"Chef." The ring finger pointed to the iron pot. "My caravan needs a cook. Food service is also very important. People depend on food."

Nameless said: "What do you think I want to do?"

"I thought you were going to defile me." The hooligan let out a long breath, "Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to be cursed."

"Why am I cursing you - are you coming or not?" Wuming swung the money bag and knocked on the hooligan's iron mask, making a crisp sound.

When recruiting staff, Wuming didn't mind throwing people's faces with excess runes at all.

The hooligan felt the heavy money bag with the iron mask, and swallowed it again, but still did not express his opinion.

"Working for me, the ingredients are easy to talk about." Wuming tapped the giant lobster with his money bag again, "You can often come into contact with this top-level ingredient."

The rogue's eyes lit up, and an impulse was about to stand up.

But after standing halfway, he sat back silently:
"Are you telling the truth? Are you really going to hire me?"

"Why should I lie to you?" Wuming wondered, "You are so weak, besides craftsmanship, is there anything else that I need to use deception to obtain?"

The hooligan sat on a small bench, tore off his collar, and his clothes were tattered, revealing his full chest muscles.

"Do you know what kind of clothes this is?"

"I don't know." Nameless said, "But the material must be mediocre. I'll recommend a new material to you later. It's light and tough, silky and smooth—"

"This is the prisoner's clothes." The hooligan interrupted Wuming, "The prisoner's clothes of a prisoner who committed a felony. I have been in a prison for a long time. Are you sure you want to recruit someone like me?"

The hooligan laughed at himself:
"I have been in a big prison. People like me can't go back to live a normal life. It's too difficult to go back. I can only go on the right path after I die."

"It's as if no one has ever been in prison." Wuming smiled disapprovingly, "In my caravan, some employees are members of cults, some employees participated in the massacre, and some threatened the royal family of Kalia and were imprisoned. Not long ago He escaped from prison with my help."

Wuming held the rogue's hand and stood him up directly:

"There may not be no righteous men in the prison. I have rescued the rats that were sinking in the prison, and I have seen the masters and friends in the cage. Believe me, as long as you want to walk the right way, you will definitely be able to do it!"

Wuming's words carried sincere heat, warming the hooligan's heart, and he almost agreed.

But the inferiority complex in his heart made him hesitate.

"It's good that I sell prawns here. If you want prawns, I can supply them to you here..." The hooligan tried to find a reason to evade.

"How can I do that? The supply point must be located in the right place to maximize your value." Wuming said, "Don't feel inferior, sinner? So what about sinners? Sinners can also redeem their sins. Let everyone bathe As the sun shines, praise the sun!"

The hooligan was almost convinced at first, but when he heard Wuming's last sentence of praising the sun, his legs suddenly softened, and he almost sat back down again.

"What did you just say?" The hooligan's voice trembled.

"Praise the sun." Wuming hugged the hooligan passionately, helped him stand firm, and showed him the badge of the sun by the way,
"Our caravan is all about helping each other. Look at this sign, isn't it kind and warm? This is our teaching..."

Wuming endlessly told the hooligans the story of the sun, the warmth of the sun.

The hooligan just stared at the sun badge pattern, his body became colder and colder, and he couldn't exert any strength on his feet.

Wuming found that the gangster was unmoved, and frowned: "Why, are you still unwilling?"

Hearing Wuming's slightly disappointed tone, the hooligan suddenly felt a burst of strength from his feet, stood up straight, and said quickly:
"Yes, I am willing, I am willing to say anything you say."

Nameless immediately smiled,

"A child can be taught, I knew we would be gay. You must be influenced by the sun, right?"

He slapped the hooligan on the back vigorously: "Don't worry, follow me, there is meat to eat, I won't treat you badly..."

The hooligan just laughed along, and every time his eyes came into contact with the sun emblem displayed by Wuming, he immediately looked away, his face full of horror.

(End of this chapter)