The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 19 Dolls
Wuming finally groped to Kalie's bonfire, and found Kalie with his head down in the thick fog, falling into a deep sleep.

"Hey, I woke up. How can you sleep in such a thick fog, aren't you afraid of getting sick?" Nameless called Ka Lie.

Kalie didn't respond, only the slight ups and downs of his body proved that he was still alive.If Wuming didn't have hypnosis props, he would think the mist was weird.

Wuming was helpless, put away his weapon, and reached out to move Ka Lie out of the dense fog first.Wait until he wakes up and ask him what's wrong.

But when Wuming's fingertips touched Ka Lie, he froze.

The nameless fingertips passed through Kalie's body, and Kalie's body set off waves of ripples, like a bright moon in the water.

Wuming stopped, and grabbed the sword and shield again.

"It seems that the problem is myself." Wuming glanced around.

Apparently he had fallen into an illusion.

As for the illusion created by light magic, or the illusion directly acting on the perception of the soul, he couldn't tell.

Wuming circled around Ailei Church a few times, and finally fixed his eyes on a ruined wall next to Blessing.

The broken walls and ruins look unremarkable, just like usual.But Wuming noticed something unusual.

The nameless sword pointed in that direction:

"I can feel the smell of the soul, and it is quite a powerful soul. Your Excellency, do you want to show yourself?"

The mist produced some fluctuations, and a human figure appeared on the originally empty broken wall.

This is a puppet, whose body is wood or clay, whose joints are made of knots and has four arms.

The whole body of the doll is roughly blue, wearing a long skirt with a pointed hat and a fluffy cape. There is a delicate face under the long blue hair.

Next to the face is a half-illusory human face, sharing the same closed eye as the real face.

The puppet sits on the broken wall, condescending.

"Fader, I don't want to disturb you." The puppet spoke, "I'm waiting for someone, and that person is not you."

Wuming looked at the puppet, surprised and speechless.

The puppet with a strange yet stunning appearance smiled:

"Why, didn't you let me appear? Why are you so surprised that I came out?"

"You look like a horse." Wuming pointed at her and said, "This way of appearing."

The doll's smile disappeared, and there was a few seconds of silence.

The puppet said: "Anyway, we won't meet. I don't want to disturb you. If there is nothing else, I will concentrate on waiting for the person I am looking for."

Wuming folded his arms and stared at the doll.

"Is there anything else?" the puppet asked.

"I want to use this place, can you wait in another place?" Wuming asked.

"No." The puppet replied cleanly.

"Who are you waiting for? You have to wait here." Wuming was puzzled, "Have you made an appointment? Give me a confirmation letter, so I can come over again at a fixed time."

The puppet was silent for a moment, and said:

"The person I'm waiting for doesn't know I'm waiting for him."

"Then you are not crazy." Wuming said, "Isn't there a ghost after waiting?"

Anonymous looked at the doll:
"But you seem to be a ghost."

The puppet ignored him.

"Who are you looking for? Is it safe to take the initiative to find someone without waiting around?" Wuming asked.

"I'm looking for a horse." The puppet looked up at the full moon and the golden tree in the sky, with an inexplicably complicated expression, "There are people on horses."

"Oh, I understand, you are looking for the guard of the big tree, right?" Wuming suddenly said, "That's right, he usually wanders around here, why suddenly he disappeared."

Wuming looked at the doll:

"Who are you? The little girlfriend he dumped? Don't tell me you're his wife."

Wuming was planning to have some cordial exchanges with the guards of the big tree. He was also a little embarrassed to meet the family members of the victims in advance.

The puppet glanced at him with a cold look.

Wuming understood that look, and felt relieved:
"Understood, no."

"I'm waiting for a fader." The puppet said slowly, "but not you."

"But you didn't make an appointment, why wait?" Wuming asked.

The puppet said: "Here is a merchant, an anvil, and a powerful enemy he has never defeated. He will definitely come back."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Wuming shook his finger, "Little girl, you don't understand this. You have never wandered in the borderland at first glance. As an adventurer, not turning back is an important feature."

The puppet seemed to be shocked by the overwhelming confidence in Wuming's words, and hesitated:
"What do you mean?"

Wuming walked up to Ka Lie and gestured:

"I have also seen the products of Kali. Is there any precious thing that is worth a special trip for those who fade?"

He also gestured to the anvil:

"Let the fader make the iron himself. Does he have the ability? Do he have those resources? When he really collects all the materials for strengthening the equipment, why doesn't he go to the round table hall and let professionals come?"

Wuming said: "As for the powerful enemy... this is the most likely opportunity for the Faded to return here, but the probability is not high. Then there are few Faded who are fussy, and there are strong enemies all over the border. Can you get him? "

Nameless summary: "In short, there is no reason for the faders to come back, how could you wait."

The puppet is not convinced:

"I just want to give him something. If it doesn't work, I can give it to the round table."

"Then you're even more naive, little girl." Wuming smiled, "Don't you know that the round table has had no newcomers for a long time?"

"One little girl at a time, rude guy." The puppet's tone was a little serious, "I'm older than you."

"That's not necessarily the case." Wuming began to rely on his old age, "I can't do anything else, but I can live. In terms of age, I don't fear anyone except a certain bald man."

The puppet's expression became more and more indifferent, and a cold breath diffused, and the mist was like cold tentacles, slashing across the nameless armor, like a chilling killing intent.

Wuming looked at the puppet:

"I have a proposal that can increase your chances of meeting that faded person."

"Oh?" The puppet clasped its hands together, "Tell me."

"You leave first and give me the place." Nameless said. "I'm going to make this place a new round table, a warm haven for the faded ones, a perfect place to stay. They will all come here by then, and the chances of you seeing the faded ones will be even greater."

"Guess why I came to him in this lonely place and set up an illusion?"

"In order not to be discovered by others?" Wuming guessed.

The puppet nodded slightly.

"But you have been discovered by 'others'." Nameless said.

"Are you reminding me to keep that person's mouth shut forever?" The puppet's tone was cold.

"So afraid of being discovered by others?" Wuming didn't care about the doll's threat, "Are you a wanted criminal?"

"A wanted criminal..." The puppet smiled playfully, "I did commit a felony."

"How much is the bounty?" Wuming cut to the chase.

"Why are you asking this?"

"The amount of bounty determines my attitude towards you." Wuming grasped the sword and shield, eager to try, flexing his muscles and bones.

"It's so rude and disrespectful." The puppet responded coldly to Wuming's fiery eyes, "You want to catch me? Why don't you come and try."

The four hands of the doll reached out to the cloak, and took out the things hidden in the cloak——

Four exquisite and gorgeous scepters.

The gorgeous blue pyroxene on the scepter pointed to Nameless.

"I'll blanch." Wuming's eyes suddenly shrank.

The ruins of the Irene Church exude a blue glow, reflected from the cracks.

The pyroxene magic boulders are like a swarm of bees, and like a torrent, gushing out turbulently, sweeping across the church of Ai Lei.

The Ailey Church, which was left with only broken walls, completely collapsed. The stones fell, and before they hit the ground, they were shattered by the glow of magic, and the entire church raised dust.

When the dust dissipated, with the height of the staff as the limit, the entire Ailey Church seemed to be cut across by a huge knife.The columns and dome of Islay Church have completely disappeared.

What also disappeared was the figure of the puppet and the thick mist.

Wuming got up from the ground and found that the church of Ai Lei was not destroyed, and Ka Lie was sitting there.

Everything is like a dream.

When Ka Lie saw Wuming, he was taken aback:
"Why did you suddenly appear?"

"Oh, I came here incognito." Wuming prevaricated.

He sat beside the blessing, thinking about the illusion just now.

The knowledge mastered by namelessness, in addition to light magic illusions and illusions at the soul level, there is another illusion that is more difficult to detect.

It is better to say that it is an illusion than a domain. It is a power that can project one's own will into reality.

The golden tree and the bright moon in the sky are actually similar concepts, and they are a very lofty force.

This power often belongs to the gods.

"God..." Wuming pondered the true identity of that petite figure, muttering to himself, "What a short god..."

"Ah look!"

On a magician's tower, an exquisite four-handed puppet sat on a high chair and sneezed.

Of course the body of the puppet will not catch a cold, probably someone is casting a vicious curse on her.

The puppet doesn't care either, she has long been used to all kinds of vicious curses.

With her chin resting on one hand, she drew a bell from her cloak with the other, and fiddled with the spring with the third.

The puppet sighed and pouted.

Perhaps influenced by the nameless words, an ominous premonition lingered in her heart, and she felt that the bell was not easy to give away.

For the puppet at this time, the indifference of strangers disappeared a bit, and a little more of the intimacy of the girl next door.

Holding the bell in her hand, she stared at a painting in the room.

In the painting, the red-haired hero and the black-haired queen ride on the same horse and gallop across the field.

On the top of the horse's head, there are two small pointed horns.

The puppet stared at the steed, and suddenly realized a problem.

A question she ignored because of nameless and frivolous language.

"The guy said that I appear like a horse..." the puppet thought, "The way I appear..."

The puppet stood up with a bang.

She sat on the chair, her feet were still some distance away from the inside, and when she stood up, she immediately stomped on the floor.

And this bang sound, as if a stone was thrown on the lake, and the water splashed down, arousing continuous sounds.

A continuous thud sound came from the ground.

"not good."

When the puppet heard the sound, it groaned inwardly.

She hurriedly climbed onto the high chair again, clasped her hands together, and sat in a dignified posture.

A werewolf appeared at the door of the room. It was too fast and stopped for a few meters.

The werewolf walked to Kai puppet in three steps and two steps, looked around the puppet, and asked with concern:

"Lani, did you fall? I heard the sound. Are you hurt?"

The puppet smiled and said softly:

"Blazer, I'm fine, I just dropped something."

"That's good." The werewolf breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again, "By the way, the temperature has cooled down these few days, remember to wear more clothes."

The puppet caressed its forehead: "Blazer, my body is not that afraid of the cold."

"Expansion with heat and contraction with cold is very dangerous." The werewolf looked at the cracks on the doll's body seriously.

The puppet was silent for a moment, and decided to change the subject:

"Blazer, help me pay attention to the hall of the round table. If there is a newcomer riding a spirit horse, send the bell there."

"Okay." The werewolf nodded.

"Are you on a good relationship with Kaley?" the puppet said, "Ask him about a fader, wearing a strange armor and holding a sword and shield."

The werewolf took the bell and took orders to leave.

The puppet called Lani relaxed, curled up on the chair, hugged her knees, looking a little tired.

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Fan Lei returned to the beginning of the guide.

He's been in a good mood lately.

Several new faders joined them and became brand new Bloodfingers. Some of them have great potential and may be honored as knights.

Another thing that made him happy was that the annoying nameless fader he had seen before was probably dead now.

When he heard that Nelius had failed, Fan Lei was also a little surprised, but the six blood fingers all pointed out, which made him feel relieved.

No one can survive the siege of six Bloodfingers.

"Although he is a profiteer, his barbecue is really good." Fan Lei still has some nostalgia and regrets, "But if you fight against the dynasty, you can only die."

With some nostalgia, Fan Lei glanced down from the beginning of the guide.

He was confirming the position of the big tree guard.

As a guide, there are often newcomers and faders entering the borderlands here.

And the big tree guards can give these newcomers a head-on blow, allowing their naive hearts to deeply appreciate the cruelty and bloodiness of the junction.

At this time, Fan Lei can take advantage of the situation.

Based on the gracious advice of the faders, he can channel their hatred of being killed and give them the desire to become stronger.

Thirsting for strength is like thirsting for blood.

With this silent method of moistening things, Fan Lei developed a lot of blood fingers.

"Stupid Greco, thinking that sending a big tree guard can thwart the ambitions of the faded ones. He underestimated the power of hatred and the temptation of blood." Fanlei said softly, "It just happened to be cheap for me..."

Fan Lei's eyes suddenly widened.

In front of the big tree guard, a familiar figure stood upright, confronting the big tree guard.

Wuming looked at the guard of the big tree twice as tall as himself, and said:

"Is it really impossible to accommodate?"

"Unless you have Master Greco's order." The big tree guard said in a muffled voice, "otherwise, get out of here."

"I just told you not to hunt faders in the future." Wuming spread his hands, "That's not too much to ask."

Wuming pointed at the big tree guard:

"You said that you are a knight entrusted by the royal city, bullying newcomers, are you embarrassed?"

"The weak are not worthy of living in this world, and even if they are killed, they cannot blame others." The big tree guard was very cold.

"Since you've said that, there's nothing I can do about it." Wuming scratched his head,
"See you in the next life, weakling."

(End of this chapter)