The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 211 A Big Order of 2000 Runes
Mugram followed Wuming and Ashmi on the street, stretched out his arms, looked up at the sky, and took a deep breath:

"The breath of freedom, outside the arena, even the air is sweet."

"Is that an exaggeration?" Wuming laughed.

"People die every day in the arena, and the floor is covered with sticky plasma after two days of cleaning. I'm not exaggerating," Mugram said.

"For this breath of sweet air, how are you going to thank me?" Wuming said as he stretched out his hand to Mugram, making a gesture like fiddled with a bead necklace.

"What kind of posture is this?" Mugram looked at Wuming's strange gesture and asked.

"Counting rune gestures." Wuming said, "I always run runes—wearing runes in strings and playing with them in my hands. Now I feel that this is very relaxing and comfortable."

Mugram said, "How much do you want?"

Wuming thought for a while: "I rescued you from the sea of ​​suffering, so I have to give me [-] rubles, right?"

Mugram breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is still a little surplus."

Mugram handed a large bag of runes to Wuming.

"How much is this?" Wuming looked at the bulging bag in surprise.

"110 runes," said Mugram, "to you, together with the atonement."

"That's not enough." Nameless said.

"Not enough?" Mugram said. "Didn't you say 100 million rubles earlier?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it time to say thank you for one hundred thousand runes?"

"that's true."

"Isn't it 110 million runes in total?"

"It's not calculated like this." Wuming explained slowly, "You are here to cheat and gamble, and cheat innocent girls and fools of money, that is also a crime."

"I don't want to do this either..." Mugram muttered, "At the beginning, I just wanted to earn millions from the tens of thousands of spectators, but if the caravan has the handle, it's more than that. .That guy didn't say that he collected tens of millions of runes through me."

Mugram thought of something, asked Wuming and said:

"My reputation...will it really not be destroyed?"

In the arena, facing Wuming's request to take Mugram away, Esgar finally backed down and did not stop him.But he said that he would expose Mugram's crackdown on match-fixing.

Mugram took the initiative to express that this was the punishment he deserved, and he was willing to bear such consequences, but Wuming said without worrying that you dare not, and took Mugram away.

"You'll be fine." Nameless pressed a piece of rune in the bag against the shield, crushed it into the gap and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing, "If he dares to say it, his caravan will also be severely damaged. Unless he gives up this part of the interest and drags you into the water."

Wuming said: "I observed that boss, although he is unwilling to give up your cash cow, he doesn't particularly care about it. And although it is very dark, he will not deal with you in this way."

"No way?" Mugram didn't believe it. "He threatened me to do something for him."

"Because it's profitable." Wuming said, "Is there any benefit for him to ruin one of your lost pawns?"

Nameless knocked on his helmet: "I judge from the thinking of a caravan owner, he is not willing to waste any more time for you."

"Okay." Mugram nodded, "But it's always a ticking time bomb, so I'll face it with the determination to be detonated at any time."

He asked Wuming: "So how much is the redemption now?"

"Ashimi, do the math for me." Wuming said.

Ashmi said, "According to your atonement formula, the total is 120 million."

"Well, you heard it too." Wuming said, "There is still a shortfall of 14."

"So little?" Mugram was surprised.

"The amount of redemption is based on the comprehensive judgment of your guilt, influence, and your own strength." Wuming said, "And have you forgotten that the 100 million is an increase at your own request?"

Wuming said nonchalantly: "You are willing to continue to increase the amount of yourself, I have no objection, as long as you can still afford it, just don't become the boss's top card again."

Mugram no longer puts more weight on himself this time:

"First of all, if I want to make amends in the future, I can pay back slowly through my own channels."

Wuming didn't care what Mugram thought, he made a net profit of 200 million runes this trip, and he was in a good mood:
"Now the loss of the caravan's goods can be made up for."

Mugram came up again:
"I'll ask you one more thing."

"Atonement?" Wuming asked.

"About your employees." Mugram glanced at Ashmi, "What is the identity of that lady...?"

"Ah, you said her, my follower." Wuming looked at Mugram playfully, "What's wrong?"

"She is a very powerful fighter." Mugram lowered his voice and couldn't hide a strange emotion, "The gesture when she defeated me was terrifying—and impressive."

"The tricks I taught her are really impressive." Wuming nodded in agreement, he looked at Mugram and said,
"In addition to the business of redemption, I also have the business of making friends."

Mugram nodded subconsciously, and quickly realized that his body was stiff. He looked at Ashmi twice, and found that she didn't seem to hear, so he was relieved, and said in a low voice and hastily:

"what are you talking about?"

"I'm expanding my business to do business." Wuming said it as a matter of course.

"This is not a business," Mugram said gravely. "It will affect the lady's reputation."

"Okay, let's not talk about it." Wuming really didn't say anything.

After a while, Mugram followed up again:
"This... how to get married?"

"Go to the church to get married and get married under the auspices of the priest." Wuming said, "I'm in charge of the ceremony, you don't have to worry about it."

"Is there nothing else?" Mugram was stunned. "We, Kalia, have to prepare rings and gifts."

"I'm just a priest, and I'm in charge of making marriages. I don't care about the dowry." Wuming said.

Mugram muttered to himself: "It seems that I have to find a way to prepare myself..."

Wuming patted Mugram on the shoulder: "Two questions."

"What?" Mugram recovered.

"I think you should ask other people's opinions first." Wuming said, "Instead of thinking about what ring to wear when you get married here. You don't even think about the child's name, do you?"

"I don't know." Mugram sighed. "I'm just a little scared, so I'm running away—what's the other thing?"

Nameless's hand on Mugram's shoulder stretched down, stroked the breastplate, and spread out his palm:

"Thank you for the bride price of 500 million runes."

Mugram was stunned: "Didn't you say that you are not responsible for these?"

"As a priest, I'm not responsible for these things." Wuming said, "The problem is that this is my man. If you want to take away my personal secretary, can't I still ask for a corner fee?"

"You make it sound like you're selling your daughter."

"Then why not?" Wuming said, "I heard that this kind of phenomenon is quite common in the borderlands."

"Brutal," said Mugram. "Kalia's not like that."

"Then you can exchange it as a talent." Wuming said, "The talent I cultivated, you want to abduct it directly, isn't it appropriate? The king asked for a strong general and he had to give horses, treasures, and even a city."

"And five million ..." Mugram said.

"Don't be too much, you can earn 100 million so quickly, and she will come sooner." Wuming said, "This is a fighter who can defeat you."

The nameless tone was drawn out: "Oh, I didn't want her to leave me, she can help me a lot. And you are right, it's like selling her, it's too barbaric..."

"I mean, you look down on her too much," Mugram said. "Her worth, five million, is an insult."

"Then how much did you say?" Wuming asked.

"At least a hundred million," Mugram said. "To me, she should be priceless."

"You're so right." Wuming held Mugram's hand, "You are honest and capable, I'll go and convince her right away—I have to convince her with my mouth or my hands."

Mugram held him back:
"I won't insult her with money, you don't have to sell her, and I can't use runes to measure her pricelessness."

"Co-authoring so much, why don't you buy it?" Wuming was a little disappointed, "Then don't give me hope, it's a disappointment."

"Love is priceless." Mugram said earnestly, "It is precious."

"Indeed, it's really expensive." Wuming waved his hand disapprovingly, "Okay, then you can figure it out, I don't care. If she wants to follow you, I don't object."

Mugram's reaction to Wuming was somewhat surprising:

"Thought you, a miser, would hang on to her."

Wuming laughed: "You will understand in the future that the problems that can be solved with Rune are already simple problems."

Wuming ignored Mugram and walked straight out of the city.

Mugram received the unnamed approval and moved to Ashmi's side:

"Ma'am, if I may ask you, do you have anything you like? What color do you like? What kind of pyroxene?"

Ashmi replied: "I like the throne."

"The throne..." Mugram choked on this answer, "Do you want the entity of the throne, or the meaning of the throne?"

"Of course not an entity." Ashmi replied.

Mugram was in awe:

"Yes, a powerful warrior like you should pursue the throne."

Mugram himself was already the elite of the elite, a hero par excellence.People who are stronger than him will naturally aspire to become kings.

From Ashmi, Mugram could even perceive a trace of detachment and realm similar to the Queen of the Full Moon.

However, Renara's strength made him only respect but not love, and Ashmi was not strong enough to that level.

Mugram now understood what Wuming said.

Compared with obtaining a kingdom, [-] million runes is already a small goal.

This ideal is so grand that even Mugram feels suffocated.

Mugram suddenly laughed: "So you are still accumulating strength for your ideal?"

"Naturally." Ashmi looked at Wuming, "That guy is always surrounded by all kinds of strong people. I follow him and can continue to learn."

"It is not enough to rely on force alone to govern a kingdom," Mugram said. "Knowledge, reliable subjects, generals, territories, and strong laws...all are indispensable."

"It's really hard, but learn slowly, and one day I can become a king." Ashmi said.

"Great ideal—let me help you too." Mugram said, "I am loyal to Lady Renala, and I have been exposed to many things in the court. I can help with some knowledge."

Ashmi looked at Mugram carefully for a while, and said:
"Thank you."

"However, there are some things that need to be confirmed first." Mugram said, "The throne you desire...should have nothing to do with Lienia, right?"

Ashmi thought for a while: "It's related."

Mugram froze.

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"Here we are." Wuming finally walked to the destination——outside Stone City, next to the bridge project.

Wuming turned around and found that Ashmi was still by his side, but Mugram was hanging far behind.

Wuming waited on the spot for a while before Mugram came to the side, distraught.

"Failed?" Nameless laughed, "Now you understand, right? Problems that can be solved with runes are simple problems."

"Since ancient times, there has been a dilemma between loyalty and righteousness." Mugram lamented.

Wuming didn't know what setbacks Mugram had encountered, and habitually interpreted it with his own understanding, and didn't really care about what happened to him.

Nameless said: "I have to do other things here, you wait here, I will find a doctor for you."

"Why did you come to find a doctor outside the city?" Mugram was puzzled.

"Here is the best." Wuming said, and after a while, he pulled over a disabled person with severed limbs, all limbs were puppet-like prosthetic bodies.

"Greek, the faded demigod." Wuming introduced, "The current court physician in Stone City specializes in treating bruises."

"Do you know what a court physician is?" Greg was a little reluctant, "The court physician is the only one who heals the king."

"You've already treated so many people, what are you waiting for?" Wuming said in a terrifying tone, "Or do you want to discuss with me that you ruined my [-]% tax revenue?"

Greco was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled all over his face:

"Oh, I struggled over and over again for a month, and finally made a decision that went against my ancestors. Sure enough, medical skills still have to serve the people. I still have the heart of a former king."

"Very good." Wuming was satisfied, "There is one more thing."

"Brother, just tell me if you have anything to do." Greg rubbed his prosthetic hands together.

"Didn't I give you the secret technique of rebirth of the Queen of the Full Moon before, have you researched it yet?" Wuming asked.

"Some progress." Gregor replied.

"Okay, give me a copy." Nameless handed Greg a scroll, "This is puppet technology, you can give yourself a better prosthetic limb."

"Thank you." Greg took the scroll, "I'll give you the research results when you leave, and I need to tidy them up."

Wuming said: "Do you really not need to use limb grafting technology to restore your own limbs? The prosthetic body is still not so convenient, right?"

"No need, this is my sin." Greg shook his head, "Let me atone slowly."

"By the way, there is one more thing." Wuming asked, "Didn't see Fanlei, didn't he do it here at the construction site?"

Greg had a strange expression: "You don't know yet, Fan Lei is missing."

"Missing?" Wuming frowned.

He came to the bridge specifically to find Fan Lei.

"He ran away?" Wuming asked.

"I don't know." Greg said, "You can ask O'Neill about this. He monitors Fan Lei every day."

Wuming thought for a while: "Okay, you take this wounded person for treatment——Mugram, I'll take Ashimi away first, and she may be needed for this matter."

Wuming took Ashmi to find O'Neill.

Finally found the huge O'Neill in a tavern.

Sitting there drinking away his worries.

Wuming walked over and patted O'Neill's heavy armor.

O'Neil turned his head to look at Wuming, his face under the beard had turned red: "It's you."

Nameless cut to the chase:
"I heard that Fan Lei is missing? I have something to do with him. Please provide some clues, and I will help you find someone."

O'Neill smiled wryly, and said vaguely:

"I can't find it. I've searched all over, but I can't find it. He probably has returned to the Blood Dynasty..."

Wuming looked at O'Neill's appearance and said to Ashmi:

"Take him out for some fresh air and refresh him."

Ashmi grabbed the neck joint of O'Neil's heavy armor and dragged him away from the tavern.

"It seems that the air is useless." Ashmi looked at the veteran who was still a little unconscious.

"That's still not fresh enough." Wuming glanced at him, "Come with me."

After a while, the veteran closed his eyes and hummed loudly:

"Wake up, wake up, let go of me quickly."

The veteran was tied up under the Eagle Tower at this time, and a steady stream of bird droppings was thrown on his body, piled higher and higher under his feet.

Ashmi glanced at Wuming, Wuming nodded, then she softened the fluid weapon tied to O'Neill and pulled it back.

The veteran jumped down from the eagle tower, suddenly felt that the air was extraordinarily fresh, and took a deep breath.

Wuming stood in front of O'Neill:
"Tell me about Fan Lei."

When Van Leigh was mentioned, O'Neill was visibly depressed:
"A few days after Yula left, Fan Lei disappeared."

"Where did he go before he disappeared?"

"He's been to the garden, he's been to the store, he's also helping out with the bridge construction team, and he's helping Greco treat the wounded..." O'Neill counted, "I've been to all these places, but no one said they've seen him. "

"Why so many places?" Wuming frowned.

"He disappeared while I was sleeping." O'Neill sighed, "Without Yura, I can monitor alone, and I can't have no dead ends. I didn't work as a sentry before, so I don't know how to monitor a person all day. people."

Wuming asked, "What did Fan Lei go to the garden and shop for?"

"Plant flowers, sell them," O'Neill said.

"Grow flowers?"

O'Neill nodded: "The coalition forces of the lords left behind [-] corpses, and the blood even turned the water in the underground river red. There are a huge amount of blood roses growing here. Fanlei said that this is a good thing and very valuable."

"He still likes Blood Rose so much..." Wuming murmured.

O'Neill said: "Because it can generate income and no one else will take care of it, King Neferi agreed to let him take charge of a garden. His daily work is to build bridges, manage people, and plant flowers. soil from outside the city to the gardens within the city."

Nameless asked: "During this period, he didn't show any abnormalities?"

"No, he performed very well and was very honest. He even burned the tattoo on his forehead to show his obedience." O'Neill said, "Yura was there when he planted the flowers, and he didn't notice What clues."

Nameless nodded his helmet, lost in thought:
"Uh...uh...ah!"

"Have any ideas?" O'Neill asked.

"Then Fanlei is missing, so no one wants those flowers." Wuming clapped his hands, "It's cheap for me, I'll accept the flowers."

O'Neill was dumbfounded: "Aren't you looking for Fan Lei?"

"There are not enough clues now." Wuming said, "Fan Lei is not in a hurry, the flowering period of the blood rose is not long, and we have to make money while it looks good."

"You..." O'Neill was thinking about how to scold Wuming.

"And maybe you can find clues from it." Wuming patted O'Neill with a smile, "Take us to the garden."

O'Neill passed a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but he still took Wuming with him.

On the road, Wuming became more and more familiar with him.

"Why does this place look so familiar..." Wuming said.

Ashmi said, "This is the garden where you killed many perfumers before."

"Ah, I remembered." Wuming suddenly said, "You were kidnapped back then."

"It's remote and suitable for a garden." O'Neill said, "After all, the smell is too strong."

The smell is indeed strong, but before it gets close, it can already smell the stench of blood corruption and the sound of mosquito breeding.

Wuming is very familiar with this scene, it was also like this when he was still running the blood pool to grow blood roses.

Back then, Greg's attack and his own flames burned the blood pool clean, to some extent, it was a good thing, otherwise their caravan would have to be accompanied by this rot all day long.

And this kind of breath means that the blood roses here must be blooming brightly and exuding fragrance.

"The worst environment can produce more and more beautiful flowers." Wuming said, "That's right, Ashmi, you go to harvest, and we will send it to Yatan for sale. Those golden people whose eyes are higher than their tops , just right for such a flashy and beautiful object.”

Ashmi walked obediently to the garden.

As soon as he entered the garden, arrows shot out of it.

"Is there anyone inside?" Wuming saw Ashmi walking back with a few arrows stuck in his body.

Ashmi nodded: "Someone is already harvesting blood roses."

"Dare to touch my flowers!" Wuming was furious, walked over a few steps, faced the flying arrows, and directly swung his sword to knock them down.

Walking into the garden, Wuming was stunned, and then became more and more vaguely angry:
"Life meets everywhere."

Those who harvest the blood roses all have the coat of arms of Lycoris tattooed on their bodies.

"How can you steal the fruits of other people's labor?" Wuming yelled at them.

"Didn't you want to do the same just now?" Ashmi looked sideways.

"I'm different." Wuming said confidently, "I picked this garden once before, and I was the first to discover it! Haven't you heard that No.1 who discovered the island has priority?"

"You're not the first either." Ashmi said, "Those perfumers are much earlier than you."

"I killed them all, isn't that mine? Are the aborigines important?" Wuming said it as a matter of course, and glared at Ashmi fiercely, "I was still trying to save you, why did you turn your elbows outwards, facing The enemy speaks!"

Wuming told Ashmi to shut up, and continued to turn around to scold the people in the Lycoris caravan:

"The original owner of the house is missing, maybe he is dead. If he is really dead, then his bones are not cold yet. You actually came to pick his fruit?"

Wuming angrily scolded the Lycoris caravan, looking at the garden, secretly startled.

The density of blood roses in this garden is quite exaggerated, and there are probably no fewer than tens of thousands of them.

At the previous price of four hundred runes, these flowers could bring him tens of millions of runes in profit if the transportation costs and losses were not counted.

Wuming also went all out today, no matter how shameless he was, he still wanted to win this windfall.

But in the face of the nameless reprimand, the members of the Lycoris Caravan always looked at him indifferently, as if they were watching a clown performing a one-man show.

After a while, a man wearing a cloak and a turban covering his forehead greeted the nameless:

"Hello, what's the matter?"

"I saw the blood rose first." Wuming lied with his eyes open, "Why did you steal it?"

The man laughed: "You are joking, this is a product we have already negotiated with our partners."

"Partner?" Wuming said, "Who planted this first?"

"It's Mr. Fanley." The man replied, "Mr. Fanley sold us the flowers in this garden."

Veteran O'Neill also followed, Lala Wuming:
"Fan Lei's flower caravan is indeed this one."

Wuming was stunned: "Is it really this family? Why didn't you say it before?"

"You didn't even ask," O'Neill said. "Is it important?"

"Of course it's important!" Wuming raised his voice, pointed at the person and said, "I now reasonably suspect that they hid Fan Lei!"

The nameless words are convincing, and the voice is deafening:

"It must be that Fan Lei used the flowers in this pool to make a deal with them and asked them to smuggle him out!"

"Is there such a thing?" O'Neill's eyes immediately became fierce, and his strong body and heavy armor gave him a sense of oppression.

"It's unreasonable, you guys." The visitor was surprised, "Aren't you just looking for faults?"

"You said you bought it from Fan Lei." Wuming said, "Then do you know that Fan Lei is missing? He went to your store the day before he disappeared!"

"He wants to discuss business with us, of course he wants to come to our store." The visitor said.

The man called a subordinate, gave some instructions in a low voice, and the subordinate was about to leave the garden in a hurry.

"What are you doing?" Wuming stopped the subordinate, "You want to transfer the evidence, right? No one is allowed to leave."

O'Neill's body blocked the door, and no one would let out.

Helpless, his subordinates had no choice but to go back the same way, buried in deep flowers to continue harvesting blood roses.

Wuming didn't stop the person who collected the flowers. Anyway, these blood roses were going to be picked, so he could save his energy.

"Isn't it good for us to do this?" O'Neil said, "Are you really suspicious of them, or do you just want to get your hands on these blood roses?"

"They are the ones who can open a casino in the arena." Wuming said, "It's not surprising that they do anything."

"What are you doing?" A voice came from outside the garden.

Esgar hurried over with a few people.

"Hey, how did he know we're here..." Wuming clicked his tongue and warmly greeted Esgar, "Boss Esgar, what brought you here?"

Esgar's tone was gloomy: "You... are not in compliance with the rules?"

"What rule?" Wuming asked back.

"This is the flower we have already ordered." Esgar said.

"Your subordinates have already told me." Wuming said, "You said that Fan Lei made a deal with you. Do you have evidence? A deal contract or something like that."

Asgar said: "We often have blood rose transactions."

Wuming shook his head: "Don't think that I don't understand anything. I know the flowering time of the blood rose very well. It is impossible for you to have frequent transactions with the blood rose—the flowers won't even bloom once."

Wuming looked at the garden: "From the time, this should be the first blooming period. Where do you often trade?"

"Although the flowers haven't bloomed yet, our business has already started." Esgar said, "We have been negotiating the price and payment method of the transaction."

"Then you used the method of hiding his escape as a payment method?" Wuming said.

"I swear on two fingers, I never did that, and he never mentioned it to me," Esgar said.

Wuming didn't take it seriously: "There are so many people who don't believe in two fingers now, who knows if what you said is true."

Wuming pinched his chin and thought: "You said you often negotiate, but that means you haven't settled yet?"

Esgar paused, and said slowly: "We've reached an agreement. There are two hundred and one blood roses, a total of 1000 blood roses. He is willing to sell them to us for [-] million."

Nameless's breathing was visibly heavy.

His estimate was correct, at least tens of millions of profits.

"1000 million, this is really a big amount." Wuming said leisurely, "O'Neill, you have been observing Fan Lei, when did he have this money?"

"No." O'Neill said, "The money he planted flowers does not belong to him, but should be handed over as Stone City's treasury. You can find out if you ask about it."

Wuming asked again: "Have you searched his residence? Do you have this rune?"

"No."

Nameless looked at Esgar with a smile:

"Actually, you don't need to ask any more. When I asked you if you had a contract, you didn't show it, which already explained a lot of problems. Esgar, do you want to say that you just don't like to follow the rules, such a big business , don’t even have a contract? Then why are you talking out of order with your mouth?”

Esgar's tone was gloomy: "You're right, we haven't had a transaction yet, and we should have paid for it and delivered it. But we didn't wait for him to receive the goods, so we came to pick them up ourselves."

Wuming applauded: "That's great, it means that you haven't paid at all, and you haven't reached a deal—then those who see it will have a share."

Wuming said: "You didn't spend any money anyway, how about we share the blood rose here equally? I'm not greedy at all, I'm satisfied if I can earn 1000 million."

Esgar was silent: "This gentleman, why are you targeting me so much?"

"What do you say?" Wuming asked back.

Esgar nodded: "Sure enough, your peers are the ones who want you to die the most. It seems that your caravan was suppressed by me, and you are not very happy."

"Use this kind of ill-gotten wealth to support unhealthy competition. It will neither make everyone happy, but only deepen meaningless internal friction." The nameless justice pointed at Esgar, "Today I want to clean up your The scum of a businessman!"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to fulfill your wish." Esgar laughed,
"I can do well in Stonetown not only because I have money, but because I spend it on the right people—"

"Buying customers with petty profits?" Wuming dismissively said, "You just want to squeeze us to death and raise prices, despise you."

Esgar shook his head: "The right person doesn't mean the customer, but someone above me—"

"Someone?" Wuming frowned.

"Who do you want to teach?" A fat voice came over.

Behind Esgar, a middle-aged bald man with a big belly came over and looked at Wuming with disdainful eyes:

"what happened?"

Esgar "kindly" introduced to Wuming: "This is Stone City's Minister of Finance—this is one of my competitors."

Esgar said to the chancellor:
"My lord, I promised to donate [-]% of this wealth to Shi Dongcheng, but now some people don't seem to be happy with this share."

The Minister of Finance glanced at Wuming: "You don't agree?"

Wuming didn't answer. He looked at the Minister of Finance's big belly, and then at Esgar:
"What do you mean?"

"I'm asking you something!" Seeing that Wuming dared to ignore him, the Minister of Finance was furious, "Do you want to hinder the development of Stone City!"

Wuming looked at the Minister of Finance with a half-smile:

"Your new Chancellor? Where was the old one?"

"Before?" said the Minister of Finance, "There is no such thing as a minister before the war. The king had no concept of finance at all before."

Wuming nodded: "Nefeli is a martial artist, it is indeed unrealistic to expect her to have such a concept."

"You must honor King Neferi!" The Minister of Finance shouted, "You don't respect King Neferi at all. You really want to hinder the development of Stone City and interfere with the city's financial revenue."

"What a big hat." Wu Ming laughed, "Then if I really interfere, what will you do? Use your stomach to release God's wrath?"

"Whether God will be angry or not, I don't know. You just wait to bear the wrath of King Neferi's warriors." The Minister of Finance turned his head and rode away in the carriage. When he got into the carriage, the horse in front clearly screamed. .

Wuming looked at the smoke and dust of the carriage, and turned to O'Neill and said, "This guy doesn't know me, doesn't he know you, too?"

"How do these high officials know me?" O'Neill said, "I just fought for King Neferi. After all, I am not her general."

O'Neil sighed: "It's a pity, even if I resigned from any official position and watched Fan Lei every day, I still didn't watch him."

"Don't be too sad, you're looking for Fanlei because you want to go to the Blood Dynasty, right?" Wuming asked, "You're looking for Mikaela?"

O'Neill nodded.

"Then don't worry, just wait a little longer, and it will be almost ready when the bridge is built." Wuming said, "Wait and hope, you will definitely meet your master."

O'Neill said, "I haven't asked yet, why did you come to find Fan Lei?"

"Yura was injured by the cursed blood. Didn't he want to find someone who knows how to heal him?"

"What? Yura was injured? By that Eleonora?"

"Yeah yeah……"

Wuming was chatting with O'Neill, and the Minister of Finance finally brought a team over.

"That's the man." The Minister of Finance led dozens of homeless knights and a group of exiled soldiers, and pointed at Wuming, "This is the man, pick quarrels and stir up trouble, hurry up and arrest him to repair the bridge."

At first, the homeless knights were aggressive, but the closer they got to Wuming, the more hesitant they became.

Until they saw O'Neill next to Wuming, they finally stopped and refused to move forward without saying anything.

"What are you waiting for?" The Minister of Finance urged them, "This group of people are criminals who want to destroy the development of Stone City."

"This..." The homeless knights were very embarrassed, "It's not that we don't want to help you, but it's really inappropriate to put your crime on them. We really do as you say, and King Neferi will survive when he comes back. tear us apart."

"Who are they?" The Minister of Finance was stunned, "Aren't they just a group of businessmen?"

"It's a merchant." The Lost Knight nodded, "It's the merchant who saved Stone City—the one who is related to several demigods. His caravan is in charge of the bridge project."

The Lost Knight whispered to the Chancellor:

"Basically, he is half of King Nefeli's adoptive father. I advise you to apologize. Among other things, he killed the [-] lord army who cultivated this pool of blood roses."

The minister listened quietly and sneered——

His legs and feet finally couldn't support the fat all over his body, and he sat down on the ground.

The minister's lips were pale, and he looked at Wuming tremblingly:

"This... this... is really right..."

Wuming suddenly sat on the ground, grabbed the ground with his head, and howled in pain:
"This person plotted against me with a falling shock. I was injured. No way, there is no one who can't be coaxed by fifty thousand blood roses."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer was twitching all over his body:

"What are you doing..."

(End of this chapter)