The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 185 The Unlucky Child
"This is the golden road you said?" Lewis clenched his fists, and the paper in his hand was crumpled into a mess.

He has already obeyed Wuming's words and wrote a letter to the cuckoos on Birum Avenue, telling them not to attack the caravan, but to give way to the caravan.

But Wuming's request was far more than that, and he gave Lewis a dense page full of requirements and detailed rules.

"That's my business plan, don't be ungrateful and flatter me to tell you." Wuming leaned on the classroom seat, and a few apprentices from Highmore classroom behind him were rubbing Wuming's shoulder armor.

"Let Rhododendron give up ten years of profits, and work for free to restore the lake area?" Lewis' body trembled, his expression was grim, matching the burns on his face, it was extremely terrifying.

But the expression on Lewis was brought about by Wuming's plan, and the burns on his face were branded by Wuming himself. This ferocious expression did not make Wuming react in the slightest.

"Before you gave me so many benefits, you didn't agree." Wuming smiled, "There is no such shop after this village, but now it is not the same price."

Blackmail, blatant blackmail!The nakedness made Du Juan feel despicable, and he wished to pick up the guy and chop it into minced meat for Wuming.

But seeing the residual heat from the solidified molten iron on the ground, the cuckoos calmed down.

"It is impossible for me to agree." Lewis said, "Even if I agree, it is impossible for my subordinates to agree."

"It's time to test your leadership." Nameless said, "I'm going to trouble you to convince your subordinates."

"I dare to ask my men so that they can mutiny on the spot and take my skin off." Lewis said.

"If you don't agree, I'll take your skin right now." Wuming waved to the magic apprentices behind him, telling them to leave, and then tapped his shoulder.

The silver teardrops on the armor flowed to the ground, and the bumps changed into Lewis's appearance.

Lewis saw the bionic teardrop, and a drop of sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

Nameless patted Lewis on the shoulder:

"I hope you can understand a truth. You are not indispensable. In the bard's story, you are at most a small character who is run over by all kinds of terrifying strong men passing by. You are not the protagonist. And I Now I've given you a chance."

"what chance?"

"A chance to leave your name in history." Wuming said, "As long as you can complete my task."

"Let us be a matchmaker to sell turtle neck meat to people in the Lake District so that we can make a name in history?" Lewis gritted his teeth, rather unwilling.

"If you don't want to, let my people do it." The ring finger pointed like a teardrop.

Lewis vigilantly waved his sword at the teardrop of the imitation body, but did not see any movement of the teardrop of the imitation body.

He just stood alone for a few minutes and sighed:
"I'll go and convince them."

"Very good, I'll go back to the Dikdas lift right now, and wait for your good news." Wuming recalled like teardrops, and walked away.

In Haimo classroom, everyone present was a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

They have always believed in power, and only when faced with overwhelming power do they understand what real violence is.

"No wonder that guy can subdue Selian." Leader Highmore picked up the fragments of the pyroxene stone cover on the ground, and his face was stained red by the fragments.

"No wonder he came alone." Lewis punched the wall next to him.

Chief Highmore looked at Lewis with a bit of pity:

"So you're going...to pimp?"

"Matchmaker! What a pimp." Lewis glared at Chief Highmore.

"It's not going anywhere," Chief Highmore said.

Lewis' face was gloomy, he snorted coldly, and left with his men.

The Rhododendron Knight under Lewis stepped forward quickly, walked up to Lewis and whispered:

"In the future, do we really want to give up burning, killing and looting, and go to be... matchmakers?"

It seems that the cuckoos are not very happy.

"It's just a delay," Lewis said. "How can we really agree to his request. We will do what he says? Then where is our dignity?"

"But haven't we already agreed?" The cuckoo knight was still a knight, and he couldn't let go.

"I promise to do it?" said Lewis. "What are we? The mean cuckoo!"

"Who would say that they are despicable..." a cuckoo knight whispered.

"Don't do it, what if that guy wants to come back for revenge?" Another cuckoo knight was a little worried.

"The strategy of delaying the attack is to find a way to follow up." Lewis said, "Otherwise, isn't it just procrastinating and waiting for death?"

"Is there anything we can do?"

"The only thing we can do is to find that lord." Lewis said, "This matter was caused by his subordinates, and it is up to him to clean it up."

Lewis' face was gloomy.

Originally, he dared to be so tough on Kalia because he had the backing of a big shot.He knew that the princess Kalia had violated a big taboo, and he had no time to care about Kalia.That's why he can negotiate with Kalia with confidence, and even ask for some obviously excessive conditions.

But the appearance of that unknown businessman always made him feel a little bad.

When encountering this kind of thing, you must resolutely throw the blame, and if something happens to the big shot, you will never take it on yourself.

This is the way of the cuckoo.

The cuckoo knight said: "Then, do you want to recover that letter of yours?"

"What are you chasing after, the letter eagle has already flown away." Lewis said, "But don't worry, the letter is useless, my boys will only follow their hearts."

Lewis smiled coldly: "The scorpion carried across the river by the frog, even if it would kill itself, still couldn't help but sting the frog to death. This is its nature. My soldiers will only eat up the caravan. "

On Pelum Avenue, the cuckoo and the caravan seem to get along very well.

Even though Lewis' letter hadn't been delivered yet, Du Juan didn't mind trading with the caravan.

The aroma of shrimp, crab and fish wafted in the camp, and the cuckoos ate big fish and meat, singing various folk songs of Lienia.

Du Juan's enthusiastic look almost made the merchants take off their protective shields—if Patch hadn't stopped them.

"Friendliness is friendly, and the heart of defense is indispensable." Paqi educated his employees.

The employees of the businessman listened to Patch's education in awe: "You mean the cuckoo is performing? They deliberately pretended to be enthusiastic and tricked us into removing the protective cover?"

"Cuckoo may not do this, but I will do it anyway." Patch shrugged, "I have traveled all over the world, and I can survive by being cautious, cautious, despicable, and cautious."

"Is there something strange mixed in?"

Patch glanced at Cuckoo:
"Actually, they may not be pretending, but what is more terrifying than a conspiracy, do you know what it is?"

"What?" asked the merchants.

"That's why they don't have a conspiracy," Patch said. "Some people are like that. They can smile at you and call you brothers, but they can stab you at any time and throw you into the bottomless abyss. What is morality? That thing doesn't exist." in their heads."

The businessmen whispered: "Is this using yourself as an example to teach by example? Good man."

Patch continued: "What else will you say to be good to you, and then ruin your good things..."

Patch became more and more excited as he spoke, shut up suddenly, shook his head and walked out of the defensive barrier: "Stop talking, it's annoying, and you can understand the rest."

"Aren't you afraid of them hurting you by going out directly?" the businessman asked.

Patch had blue veins jumping on his forehead, and he looked back grimly:

"My uncle is in a bad mood right now. I wish someone would come to find trouble. I don't mind showing my true skills."

As if out of breath, Patch kicked a boulder aside.

The boulder made a tremor, and split in two in response.

"See?" Patch said, "don't anybody mess with me—"

"Amazing." The big horned Telags walked towards Patch and praised.

He has been with Patch all the time, and at this time he is also staying here permanently under the temptation of the chicken, duck and fish in Patch's old shop, just in time to see Patch kicking a boulder.Telagos said: "You are so strong that you can even wear my big goat armor."

Patch's displeasure was caused by Tragos and Wuming, and when he saw Dajiao approached to talk, he was not angry and just gave him a blank look.

Telagos didn't mind, he already regarded Patch as a good brother with his like-mindedness.

Dajiao looked a little serious: "This is not a joke, I want to tell you something."

"What?" Patch asked impatiently.

"If I die, this armor will be entrusted to you," said Tragos.

The impatience on Patch's face disappeared, as if a withered goldenseal revived: "Are you going to die?"

"No, just to let you know in advance." Telagos said.

Patch's shoulders slumped again: "Tch, I thought you were going to die...why did you suddenly mention this?"

Tragos sighed:

"On the Yatan plateau, I realized why Ningmgfu in the lake area is called a powerless border tributary. There are too many strong people in the Yatan, and there are so many masters. I no longer have the confidence to rely on this armor to protect me. Maybe one day I'll die on the road."

Big Horn looked up and said to Patch:
"If you really die, I hope my armor can help you."

Through the heavy barrier of the heavy golden goat helmet, you can still see the pair of faded but still clear eyes.

Patch froze for a moment, then glanced over:
"Thank you so much. Don't worry, if you die, I will buy from your body. Of course, this armor will not be spared."

"That's good." Telagos laughed. "In case I die one day, it's not a loss to think that I can help others after I die."

Paqi disagreed: "Heavy armor is not a panacea. If you can't save a friend, you still can't save it."

Patch seemed to remember something, and sighed:

"Forget it, I shouldn't take you to challenge those powerful enemies. You shouldn't think about doing things beyond your abilities. In the face of monsters, there is no difference between a goat and a mouse."

"That can't be helped." Tragos said, "The end of a soldier is probably to die on the battlefield. Seeing other people die, it's not good not to help."

Patch said: "It's better to leave the monster to the monster. If you have a specialization in surgery, let's do something more meaningful."

"What's more meaningful?" Telagos asked.

"Like picking flowers." Patch smiled, and walked away leisurely with his bald head in his arms. He walked into the forest by the road and found a Golden Wheel.

"Deflowering?" Telagos didn't understand.

Patch held the golden wheel plant and looked at Telagos, his smile melting into a twisted and bitter expression.

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When Wuming returned to Birum Avenue, he passed a quiet grove with a slight breeze, and saw Patch sitting on a wooden stake, holding a golden wheel in his hand, pinching it constantly. Picking the fruit on the golden wheel grass, while knocking, spitting out the skin, and still muttering words in his mouth.

"It's so elegant." Wuming said, "What are you talking about?"

Patch raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at Wuming with his triangular eyes: "I'm doing divination."

"Divination?" Wuming approached curiously.

"Have you never heard of flower divination?" Patch said.

As far as Paqi was chanting, he cracked the melon seeds and said:

"She can like me, she doesn't like me; she can like me, she doesn't like me..."

"There's no way to use golden wheel to do this kind of flower divination." Wuming said, "You don't feel tired."

"I'm eating, why am I tired." Patch said, "Divination is called divination if you can't see it. How many petals of a normal flower can't be seen at a glance, what is it called divination."

Wuming observed the golden wheel grass in Patch's hand, and found that he had almost eaten it up.

"How long have you been counting here?"

"I don't know, it's been dark a few times anyway," Patch said.

"How many days?" Wuming was surprised, "No matter how many grass seeds there are, it's not enough to count how many days?"

Paqi looked sad: "The result is not good, so I will find another one——no one has a good result."

"How about Dujuan?" Wuming asked, "Have you received a letter from their boss, getting along with you?"

"Very friendly—dead," Patch said, knocking the seeds.

"That's good—what?" Wuming's eyes widened.

He hurried through the grove and ran a few steps toward the road.

He took out the binoculars and looked at the cuckoo's camp.

Sure enough, the cuckoo was no longer seen in the camp, and almost all of them were merchants and immortals.The protective barrier is no longer opened, and the stalls are naturally set up as if in the church of Ai Lei.

"What happened?" Wuming murmured.

"Hedda's here," Patch said. "She did it."

"Heda? Shouldn't she be staying in Irene Church?" Wuming frowned, "Why are you here?"

"Probably came for Dianhuo Village." Paqi said, "I said that I would come anyway. When she came, it seemed that she had a conflict with Dujuan, and I don't know what she did. Dujuan was infected collectively." If you get the disease of conflagration, you will be crazy and blind, and then you will be wiped out."

Patch described it calmly, but Wuming was startled:
"This unlucky boy came here to make trouble for me, and I still count on Du Juan to give me a job."

Patch smiled: "It's a beautiful idea—do you feel the feeling of your dreams being shattered now?"

Wuming rubbed his helmet with a headache: "You don't stop her either."

Patch moved his buttocks, exposing the stump he was sitting on, and swaggered at the golden wheel grass in his hand:

"There are benches and melon seeds, why should I stop her? I'm watching a play."

"Hiss..." Wuming bared his teeth, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and walked towards Du Juan's camp.

"This unlucky child, it seems that she has not been educated for too long, and her skin is itchy."

　The one who made Five Fingers last year made a Mikaela dlc entrance this year, and he also thinks that the location will be in Torina's hideout. Except that the place is not a must for the main line, it is indeed quite suitable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)