The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 140 Back to Stone City

"Hand out."

"sit down."

"Smile."

Wuming took a piece of dogtail grass and fiddled with it in front of the Queen of the Full Moon.

"Where are you training the dog?" Millie couldn't bear it anymore, and angrily reprimanded Wuming for such behavior.

"Why do you call your queen a dog?" Wuming immediately bit the turtle back.

Millier's tone softened:

"You can't do this, she is the queen of Kalia, you should maintain the most basic respect."

"Being able to cure her is the greatest respect." Wuming said, "I'm just observing what she will react to."

"Then have you come to a conclusion?" Millie asked.

"Not yet." Nameless said.

He touched his chin and thought: "I always feel that this feels a little familiar, I have to test it."

"How to test?" Millier asked.

"First, find someone."

"who?"

"It's not someone." Nameless said, "It's someone with nose and eyes."

Wuming didn't wait too long, his golden carriage didn't have any guards, and even Milier was faked into an ordinary horse by his magic.

In the eyes of others, the golden chariot is just a giant walking rune.

Destined to attract the attention of thieves.

As expected, it didn't take long before a group of robbers blocked his way.

The bandits read the standard lines:
"Stop, I planted this tree, I opened this road, and I want to pass by—"

Before he finished speaking, Wuming jumped out of the carriage, held the hand of the bandit leader tightly, and smiled broadly:

"This is [-] runes, please keep it. I am a businessman from Patch's old shop. If you want to do business with the small shop in the future, you are welcome at any time."

Seeing Wuming's quick reaction, the bandits were quite surprised: "You little businessman, you are too sensible."

"Business." Wuming said, "We do business, what we pay attention to is to keep an eye on six directions, listen to all directions, judge the situation, and use the wind to make the rudder."

Seeing that Wuming is so well-behaved, the bandits were overjoyed and had more evil thoughts:

"Your carriage, it seems that you can't get the [-] toll. Who is sitting in the car? I think it is a noble lady. [-] is your toll. If you want this lady to go, at least [-]. "

"Master bandits, you have misunderstood this." Wuming squeezed the palm of the bandit, and held the ten thousand runes tightly in the bandit's hand, "This is a business deal, I bought the ten thousand runes, right? The travel expenses are some belongings of the bandit lords."

"What object?" asked the bandits.

Wuming took a look at the muscular figure of the bandit leader, and was a little uncertain:

"I can't tell. I'll buy you a finger, an ear, a tongue, and an eyeball first."

The bandits looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking for a moment that they had heard wrong.

They quickly realized that they raised their weapons and were about to attack Wuming.

"Everyone, peace, peace, relax." Wuming retreated gently, releasing the prayer.

The white trap was on everyone, making them stagger and unable to run.

Wuming took some time off to pick up the leader of the bandit, jumped back to the side of the car, and slowly took out the long sword.

The first sword cuts off the bandit's ears, the second cuts off the tongue, the third cuts out the eyes, and the fourth cuts off the fingers.

When he finished all this, the other bandits hadn't even rushed to his side, and could only watch this scene happen in slow motion.

Wuming threw the bandit leader at his younger brothers, knocking a group of younger brothers who couldn't dodge in time.

Wuming grabbed the stumps and returned to the carriage, shaking them in front of the full moon.

Fingers, no response; tongue, no response; ears, no response.

The eyeball, full moon and that eyeball looked at each other for a long time, but did not shift the focus of the eyes from the amber egg to the eyeball.

"It doesn't seem to work." Wuming went back and walked towards the bandits, "I'm sorry, it seems that I have to borrow your other parts to use. Don't worry, I will add more runes."

As soon as Wuming's voice fell, the white circle that restrained everyone dissipated, and everyone immediately ran away.

Wuming didn't chase after him, he didn't report any hope:
"Forget it, I guess the other parts won't be useful either."

"What are you doing?" Millier said, "Is your Excellency really a businessman? Why are you so cruel?"

"You didn't say that those robbers were cruel, you said I was cruel." Wuming knocked off Milier's bishop's crown, "I said I was experimenting to see if there was anything that could cure the full moon."

The experiment failed, Wuming threw the stump on the grass, sat opposite the carriage, staring at the full moon.

The feeling of familiarity did not dissipate, which indicated that the stump just now was not the source of Wuming's feeling.

It must be some more superficial impression, otherwise it wouldn't make him unable to remember it all the time.

Milier wiped his tears:
"Master Renara holds this amber egg all day long, but this egg is destined not to hatch. She has lost her heart, and her spirit has fallen into a dream."

"Can Mole be more careful? You're still pulling the cart." Wuming lay in the arms of Full Moon, silently looking at the big tortoise standing upright in front of the cart.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Milier got up quickly and returned the carriage, which was almost ninety degrees, back to normal.

Wuming was about to get up from Man Yue when he was suddenly hugged.

"Oh, my child." Man Yue murmured, "Have you come to see me again? Please rest assured, I will make you a perfect child."

Full Moon embraced Wuming, her slender fingers clasping Wuming's chest.

The hard iron armor seemed to have softened and was pressed into a pit.

"What kind of strange power." Wuming pressed against Man Yue's hand to prevent himself from being pinched into a ball, "No wonder Lataen is so afraid of you."

Hearing the name Lataen, Queen Full Moon relaxed a little.

"My child, my child..." Full Moon's voice became a little sad.

Wuming took the opportunity to get out of the Full Moon Queen's arms:

"I see, it's a child. Man Yue still has some reactions to her child."

"Master Renara only has four children, Princess Lani, Lord Lataen, and Lord Lakad." Millie said, "Which one can you find?"

"Aren't there four, and one more?" Wuming asked.

"It's in her arms," ​​Millier said.

When Queen Full Moon embraced Wuming with one hand, she always held the amber egg tightly with the other.

"My lord was not born." Millie said, "Just after she had a miscarriage, I heard the news that Lord Radagon abandoned her."

"Amber eggs that cannot be hatched..." Wuming pondered for a moment, then suddenly slammed the golden carriage.

The heavy pressure made Milier's legs unsteady, and he prostrated himself on the ground.

"Your Excellency is really unfriendly." Millier said, "I have tried my best to pull the cart, and your whip will not make me go faster."

"I thought of a way, maybe I can restore Renara to her sanity, or guide her to recite the speech I prepared for her." Wuming said.

"What way?" Millie asked curiously, regardless of the pain.

"We give her an egg that can hatch." Wuming said, "When she hatches, will the knot be untied?"

Wuming couldn't wait to take pictures of Millie:
"Quick, comrade, lay a few turtle eggs."

Millier said helplessly, "I'm a male tortoise."

"Then let's go to the beach and catch a bitch." Wuming urged Millie.

"There are no more tortoises that big, so give up." Millie said.

"How about the dragon egg?" Wuming asked.

"I don't know about that." Millier said, "I haven't presided over a dragon's wedding yet, and the work of baptism is not in my charge."

"Who does it belong to?" Wuming asked.

"I heard it's the perfumer of Wangcheng." Milier said, "I haven't seen how a dragon gives birth to a child. I don't know if there are eggs or not."

"It's just a thought, maybe you can find a suitable egg and it will work." Wuming said, "Go back to Stone City, let's do an experiment."

"I advise you not to have unrealistic ideas." Millier said.

"This is your queen, shouldn't you look forward to it with hope?"

"I'm talking about the request to return to Stone City quickly." Millier said, "Do you have any misunderstanding about the speed of the tortoise?"

"Is there any way, Lataen ran away." Wuming sighed again, "Is it true that bald men are unreliable, they like to run so much."

"General Ratan is not bald." Millier said, "He has inherited Lord Radagon's flowing red hair."

"Now I'm bald, about the same as you." Wuming said.

"This is time, no one can stop the scythe of time." Milier suddenly became sad.

It was probably because of the thought of being dragged out to pull a cart at an early age, and the sadness came from it.

After walking so slowly for an unknown amount of time, and seeing countless rounds of bright moon appearing and disappearing from the clouds, the two of them finally saw Stonewell's magnificent castle.

Wuming stopped, planning to go to the city to visit in the middle of the night.

After all, the one sitting on the carriage was the Queen of the Full Moon, and she sent it in with a big fanfare in a golden chariot, which was too eye-catching.

Wuming went in alone, ready to say hello to Nefeli.

"It's so lively." Wuming walked in the city and found that there were many more people.

King Nefeli's reputation gradually spread far and wide, attracting more and more people to this stormy land.

A lame old man with white hair, a girl with a broken hand and red hair...

"Huh?" Wuming tilted his head, "Millisson, why are you here?"

Millicent also noticed Wuming, and happily waved her arms at Wuming.

She told Wuming the ins and outs of how she helped the platinum family come to Stonewell to seek asylum, and introduced the platinum family to Wuming.

"The person riding the dog is Letina, and that is old Mr. Alpass." Millison said, "There is also an elder, but the elder has become weaker and weaker recently, even with the weak sunlight here in Stone City I couldn't bear it anymore, so I could only recuperate in the caravan."

"Oh, by the way, and this one." Millicent led Wuming to a man covered in iron thorns, "Mr. Aaron Meyer, he is a very powerful fighter."

The Bell Bead Hunter covered in iron thorns had recovered his hands and feet at this time. Although the proportions were not correct, he could already stand normally.

Bell Bead Hunter looked at Wuming, and Wuming looked at Iron Thorn, both of them fell silent.

Seeing the reaction of the two of them, Millicent felt a little strange: "You...know each other?"

Wuming nodded with a smile: "It's considered acquaintance."

The Bell Bead Hunter didn't answer, the stabbed sword flew from his waist, and made a bold move.

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"I disagree."

Above Stonewell's court, there are no longer only sporadic military officers during Gregor's reign of terror.Hyde recruited many civil servants to fill Stonewell's management and make Stonewell more and more prosperous.

On this day, in front of Stonewell's throne, King Nefeli's servants were arguing endlessly over whether to accept the Platinum Son.

To be precise, all the officials are trying their best to persuade King Nefeli's proposition.

A civil servant of the Golden People blushed and expressed his opposition fiercely:

"That is a profane race, a man-made life. Their existence will bring profanity and harm to the city."

"They're weak," said Neferi, "and they can't do much harm."

Another civil official said: "Their breath is filthy. Do you know where they used to live? In a poisonous pond. The creatures that can survive in that environment, except for the corrupt family members, are the sons of platinum." "

Nefeli said, "We can divide an area to house the Platinum Sons."

"That doesn't work either," said the city planning official. "The drainage channel has just been designed and built, and the pipes connect the whole city. The filth discharged by the Platinum Son will also pollute our sewers."

"The sewers are meant to collect filth," Nefeli said.

"Their filth is filthier than ours!"

Above the court, the crowd was furious, and the civil servants had their own opinions, but they were all against Nefeli.

"Shut up!" Nefeli growled.

The king's roar overwhelmed everyone's voices, and the throne immediately fell silent.

"Compared to my voice..." Neferi snorted.

The warriors in the barren land are proficient in roaring, and the roaring trained on the battlefield is naturally not comparable to a group of frail golden people.

Although some officials shrank their heads and stopped talking, some people still glanced at Nefeli with dissatisfied golden pupils.

In the eyes of quite a few people of gold, it is not acceptable for Nefeli to become a king with a faded color.

Some people didn't want to come here to serve—if she hadn't given too much, Rune would have been brighter than the proud golden light in their eyes.

Nefeli looked at Hyde standing beside her:
"Hyde, what do you think?"

Hyde was a little embarrassed: "The sons of Platinum are indeed against the existence of the golden tree. But they were not born in this world voluntarily. King Nefeli's idea of ​​saving the weak is indeed the right way..."

Heidesi thought about it: "I think we can try it first. Designate an area for the Platinum Sons. Let them live here first. If there is a problem, we can discuss it later."

"Then it's settled." Nefeli made a final decision.

Several officials walked away on the spot.

Gotok also stood beside Nefeli, looked at the officials who had left, and said to Nefeli in a low voice:
"If that fellow, Greco, is still around, they would never dare to be so rude. My lord, they are bullying you because you have a good temper. You can't spoil them like this. Do you want me to send me to pick up waste?"

Nefeli stared at Gotok:
"Then you go."

Gotok was overjoyed: "Please call me a few people from the king, and I will make sure they don't bother you again."

"Transfer people?" Nefeli frowned, "Of course you have to go by yourself. If you want to teach others a lesson, you should teach them yourself with a weapon. Follow others to pick up waste. People in the wilderness look down on such people the most. Lions and Eagles are active hunters, and hyenas like to scavenge on the battlefield."

Gotok choked.

Nefeli patted Gotok on the shoulder:

"In the future, you will train with the army and strive to win trophies on the battlefield, instead of picking up waste after the war is over, come on."

Nefeli left the dumbfounded Gotok to arrange a living area for the Son of Platinum.

The silent entourage wearing the golden human bone helmet silently watched Nefeli's back, organized the information into a letter, and sent it to Sir Baizhi.

　It's probably gone today, it's time
　　
　
(End of this chapter)