The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 198 Some Immature Ideas

Patch also pondered for a moment when he heard the reason given by Wuming.

"Then why didn't you leave with that golden man?"

Patch clapped his hands: "The best of both worlds."

Wuming huddled together: "I'm a bit lazy to go. I don't think it's necessary to help that woman."

"If you don't help that woman get rid of Bloodfinger, Bloodfinger will probably get rid of Bighorn." Patch said, "Don't you like that fellow Tragos?"

Nameless glanced at Patch: "Is it just me?"

Patch was impatient: "Stop talking."

Wuming asked Paqi: "The blood finger is very powerful, isn't it?"

"Of course it's powerful, even Tragos can't stand it," Patch said.

"Then he can be safe and sound under the repeated pursuit of that blood finger." Wuming said, "That woman is not easy."

Nameless knocked on the iron armor on his chest, making a crisp sound:

"My full body armor is not as light as Tragos's, but it is not light. That woman can lift me up, do you think she is an ordinary woman?"

"This is not simple, and that is not ordinary. What's wrong with your caravan, it attracts bees and butterflies." Patch said, "Fireflies?"

Wuming said: "Anyway, there are one or two troublesome people, I don't feel relieved to leave casually."

"Take them with you," Patch said.

"What about the volcano." Wuming said, "The killer of the volcano mansion will make a comeback at any time, can you stop it?"

Paqi's scalp burst into blue veins: "Who caused this problem?"

Wuming was silent for a moment, then knocked on the helmet: "Hey."

Patch covered his face: "Then tell me, what should I do?"

"Let Dajiao stay calm, and we'll wait on the sidelines." Wuming said, "These sons of evil omens are very big and have the value of being recruited. It just so happens that I have time to do their ideological work."

"Will Dajiao be honest?"

"Then beat him until he's honest."

After Wuming explained the matter, he was going to talk to the Son of Ominous Omen.

Halfway was stopped by Melina.

"Are you going to stay with the Children of Omen?" Melina said.

"Is there a problem?" Wuming asked back.

"Be careful of being tarnished," Melina said. "My mother said that the phenomenon of bad omens is very dangerous."

"This is prejudice." Wuming said, "Didn't you also say that people in ancient times regarded it as auspicious omen."

"No, it's not prejudice," Melina said. "My mother was very sensible when she told me about bad omens."

She closed her eyes and said with a look of reminiscence:
"My mother said that everything is developing and changing. The bad omens in the past are indeed auspicious omens. The beginning of life needs that kind of power. But life always has a beginning and an end. ..."

Melina opened her eyes, looked straight at Wuming, with a serious expression:

"This is the true meaning of life, the foundation of abundance."

Wuming looked at Melina's serious expression, and stared at her one eye for a long time.

"Is it okay if you are like this, what's the name of that--Ma Bao." The ring finger pointed to Melina.

Melina's serious expression gradually collapsed, as if accompanied by the broken body of the magic ring, with bulging veins.

"Go and die! No one cares about you." Melina threw off her cloak and turned to leave.

Wuming didn't take Melina's warning seriously.

Harmful or beneficial, Wuming believes in his own body.

He always felt that there was a comfortable atmosphere around the evil omen.It was something like warmth, a bit like sunlight, but fainter.

This is a very delicate feeling, which is even difficult for ordinary people to perceive, and it will only form a feeling of the overall atmosphere.

Wuming has no malice towards the bad omens anyway, and he is happy to solve the problems of the bad omens.

Nameless retracted into the coffin, discussing in detail the predicament they encountered with the omens.

The main problems are employment difficulties and housing difficulties, as well as psychological problems caused by low social identity, as well as various patient pains caused by bad omens.

Wuming came to these conclusions after the investigation, and he patted his chest and promised to solve the problem for the children of evil omen.

"Thank you, but there's no need for it," said the Children of Omen. "It won't work. A curse isn't a curse if it can be easily cured."

"Don't be so pessimistic." Wuming said, "You haven't tried it, how do you know it won't work?"

The Sons of Omen looked at each other and sighed:

"We tried."

"Try it?" Wuming looked around, "You don't want to say that living in an abandoned coffin is the way to solve your food, clothing, housing and transportation problems? This coffin car is broken and can't move, no matter what Solve the problem of 'OK'."

"We're talking about Omens," said the Omens. "A group of really good people came to our aid. They were talented and learned, but they failed."

"They?" Wuming was curious, "Who are they?"

"The perfumers of Wangcheng." The Son of Ominous Omen said, "They are senior herbalists who have developed various medicines and magical spices, and they also have the resources of Wangcheng. But even they failed."

"The perfumers tried to heal you?" Wuming confirmed again, "Where are those perfumers?"

"The experiment failed, and most people gave up. There are also persistent people—that is, kinder people, who are still persistent. They went to wanderings to find prescriptions, but they have disappeared now." The Son of Ominous Omen said, "There is an investigator named Tolisha. Xiangshi, I heard that he chose another path, but we don't know where he is now."

"Give me some information you know." Wuming took out the notebook, "I'll go find those perfumers."

"What are you going to do?" asked the Son of Omen, "They are all kind people, please don't hurt them."

"Ask them for research results." Wuming said, "Since they have been researching for a long time, I will definitely ask them directly for ready-made ones, otherwise it would be a reinvention of the wheel. Whether to give up or continue research, that is a matter of later."

The Sons of Ominous Omen observed Wuming's expression, and finally told Wuming some locations.

"There is a gathering place for perfumers here, maybe you can find clues." The son of evil omen said, "Perfumers need flowers and plants to cultivate spices. If there are places where flowers and plants are flourishing, you can pay attention, there may be perfumers there." whereabouts."

"Flowers, spices..." Wuming murmured, "I remember that they are quite expensive."

"Of course it's very expensive," said the Son of Ominous Omen, "and those people are willing to use expensive herbs to treat us. Those are all highly respected physicians and herbalists in the royal city. They are really good people."

Nameless smiled: "Now the reason is even more sufficient."

"You want to steal other people's spices?" The Son of Ominous Omen was alert.

"How come, at most it's cooperation, cooperation." Wuming stood up with a smile, "I'll help you, and you have to do me a favor, sell your strength for me."

"What are you going to do?" The Son of Omen said calmly.

"You seem to have guessed that I want to ask you for help." Nameless said.

"Without conditions, how could anyone help us?" The Son of Evil Omen held the big knife in his hand, showing a mocking expression, which looked weird in that ferocious face.

Wuming noticed that the big knife of the Son of Omen was made of a whole piece of heavy cast iron, the body of the knife was integrally formed, and a piece of rag was roughly tied to the handle to improve the handle.

Ordinary people using this kind of big knife, I am afraid that the shock of the blade alone is enough to hurt the palm of the hand.

But on the rough back of the sword, there are delicate cloud patterns, like decorations, or some kind of broken magic circle.

"The shape of your weapon is quite unique." Wuming said.

"It was issued to us during the war." The Son of Omen said, "There are spells on it that can degrade and dull weapons. After the war is over, the weapons will be recovered from our hands and we will be locked in the sewer."

The Son of Evil Omen waved a big knife: "We were lucky. The magic circle was worn out during the war and was not degraded. We escaped here only because we had weapons."

"Unloading the mill and killing the donkey?" Wuming said, "It's really not a thing."

"It is natural to beware of bad omens," said the Son of Omens. "Who made us defiled from birth—well, what do you want us to do?"

"This is near the mine, I need your strength to build some camps for people to rest near here." Wuming said, "Of course it is also for you to build - remember that the residential areas are isolated from each other."

"Make it for ourselves?" The Son of Omen was a little surprised.

"Otherwise?" Wuming said, "You work hard to build a house, but you can't live in it yourself? How can there be such a reason in the world?"

The son of evil omen said: "There is only one kind of person who builds houses for others in the borderlands, who can live in the houses he built."

"Who?" Wuming asked.

"Tombs for lords and kings," said the Son of Omen, "to be buried in the tombs when they are finished."

Wuming smiled: "You have already lived in coffins, are you still afraid of living in the cemetery? You can make it hard."

Seeing that Wuming seemed to be sincere, the Son of Evil Omen twisted his body a little uncomfortably, and the ferocious horns all over his body collided with each other like shark's sharp teeth, making a friction sound.

"You are a real good man," said the Son of Omen.

"Then it's settled?" Wuming said.

The Son of Omen shook his head: "But there are many Rodel soldiers in front, we can't let them see us. Cutting down the surrounding trees will attract unnecessary attention."

"You don't need much wood." Nameless said, "Don't worry about Rodel's soldiers."

"why?"

"A meteorite came, and the Rodel soldier camp ahead was destroyed." Wuming said, "The remaining meteorite fragments have the property of reversing gravity. You can use gravity stones to build houses, which can greatly save materials and labor."

Nameless patted the Son of Omen on the shoulder:
"That's it, my caravan will stay here for a while, and I need your help to take care of it and provide force protection."

Wuming returned to the merchant's camp not far away with the perfumer's address recorded from the Son of Ominous Omen, looking for the two problematic Golden People.

Wuming's remarks to Patch were not perfunctory, the golden people who flew from outside the sky, and the woman whose name has not been revealed so far may indeed be hidden troubles.

Just in case, Wuming had to take them with him when he went out.

The people of gold are still sitting obediently, but the woman has disappeared.

Wuming searched for a while, and found that the woman was being a nobleman - watching the wrestling.

In a remote clearing far from the caravan, Patch is engaged in a battle with Tragos.

Bighorn's sledgehammer was huge and heavy, and each blow carried the momentum of tearing gold and cracking rocks, and it hit Patch's big shield with one hammer after another.

Compared with Tragos' aura like a rainbow, Patch is much more wretched, huddled in the big shield, it seems that he can only defend passively, and eventually his arm will lose strength and he will be unable to block Dajiao's attack.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that every time Patch resists the attack of the big horn, the hand holding the shield is very relaxed, allowing the shield to be beaten back and forth by the sledgehammer, and a gully is drawn on the ground.

Using the shield and the ground, Patch saved a lot of strength. At the same time, taking advantage of the length, the spear in his right hand pierced at the joints that were not fully covered by Telagos' heavy armor at a tricky angle, continuously bleeding Telagos.

"I knew I was right." The woman was very excited. "Look, they are fighting for me to decide who will help me."

"You feel really good about yourself." Wuming said, "Unfortunately, that's just the boss's task."

The woman gave Wuming a blank look: "It's a sight to behold."

"Okay, don't look, that who, come with me." Wuming greeted the woman.

"Call the lady for who?" said the woman. "You're very rude."

"I have reported my name." Wuming said, "Some people seem to have not even reported their names, and they expect others to respect you?"

The woman curled her lips, but she seemed to think that Wuming's words made sense, so she didn't refute.

She stood for a moment, frowning, and said:
"Then you can call me Amy."

"It sounds like a fake name." Wuming said, "It's too perfunctory."

"Is it perfunctory if you don't have a name?"

"Is there any way, I just lost my memory, what's wrong with you?" Wuming said, "Besides, it's still much better than Ami."

"Shouting or not." The woman who called herself Ami glanced over her head, continued to watch the battle between Patch and Telagos, and smiled.

"It's cruel." Wuming commented on Amei's hobbies, "Tragus's strength is obviously not as strong as Blood Finger, and you didn't stop him."

"So what?" Ami disagreed.

"Isn't that death in vain?"

"Kings are always born in blood." Amei said, "No one is born strong. Only when you break through yourself between life and death can you grow into a king."

"You and Lao Lu must have a common language."

As Wuming spoke, he stepped forward and interrupted Ami's program—he called Patch and Tragos.

"Walk with me." Nameless said.

"Where are you going?" Patch was curious, "Didn't you say you can't go far?"

"Don't go far." The ring fingertips twirled a talisman, "Go to the Dikdas lift and have a look. Just the few of us, this talisman should be able to protect it."

Wuming led a few people to the elevator again, this time the golem did not attack them and let them walk freely.

"Sure enough, the protection of the talisman is limited." Paqi said, "If this is the case, your business route will be in trouble."

"It's our business route." Wuming said, "The problem with the golem is easy to solve. I want to recruit a group of perfumers—those perfumers are all highly respected people in the royal city. They can intercede for us and let Rodel Give us the green light. Now there is another problem."

"What's the problem?" Patch asked.

"How to get down." Wuming walked along the elevator and looked at the cliff valley that could hardly be seen to the bottom.

"Take the lift down," Patch said.

Wuming shook his head: "I mean, the operation of the caravan, supplies and carriages continue to flow, but we only have one talisman."

"It's enough for someone to master the talisman and be an 'elevator'." Patch said.

"But how do they know that someone on the other side of the elevator wants to go up and down?" Wuming said, "We lack communication means."

"Kalia may have such a technology." Wuming said, "But I actually hope that the elevator can be more efficient."

"So what do you want to do?" Patch asked.

Nameless glanced at Patch: "I have an idea, but it's not mature."

Patch was surprised: "A person like you would say something like immature thinking? I'm so curious, what kind of unreliable thinking is it?"

Nameless said, "How about you being responsible for letting people go down?"

"Ah?" Patch didn't know what expression to return.

Wuming gestured, stretched out his legs and made a kicking motion:
"It's you kicking down, using your amazing control and legwork to kick people and goods directly down, achieving the result of rapid descent without hurting people and goods."

Paqi suffered internal injuries from resisting the big horn hammer one after another, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

"I'm superficial." Patch clutched his chest, "No wonder you, a lunatic, feel unreliable."

"Is it okay?" Wuming's eyes sparkled, looking at Patch expectantly.

"Come, come, you go and measure how high this cliff is." Patch pointed to the edge of the cliff.

Wuming then ran to the edge of the cliff again and carefully observed it.

A foot appeared behind Wuming, kicking him down.

"Use your body to measure!" Paqi viciously raised his middle finger at the falling Wuming.

(End of this chapter)