The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 224 Opening

Time will turn forward a moment.

Wuming parted from Yula, and immediately went north, crossing the camp of Rodel's soldiers, preparing to walk on the broad official road, head to the royal city, and meet King Gefrey of Elden.

Wuming passed directly through Rodel's soldiers, also in order to greet the soldiers in advance, so as to avoid further misunderstandings.

By the way, some runes were paid as tribute to buy the joy of the officers and soldiers.

Although these people from the Altar Plateau were unwilling to pick out a piece of rune from their eyeballs, they never refused to come to the rune that was honored to them.

"It's a good thing. It's better to accept runes than not to get in. Runes are still hard currency." Wuming sighed, found a Rodel knight on horseback, explained his intention to go, and reported in advance .

But the man on horseback cut off the nameless thought with one sentence:
"Go to Wangcheng? You can't go to Wangcheng now."

"Why?" Wuming immediately faced a thunderbolt from the blue sky, as if a red thunder gun had been pierced by Gu Long on his forehead, bleeding out from his face.

"Where do we come from, do you know?" Knight Rodel asked.

"Wangcheng." Wuming said.

Knight Rodel nodded: "We are newly dispatched from the royal city and know what happened in the royal city."

Wuming looked anxiously at Knight Rodel, ready to wait for a result.

Knight Rodel played tricks, coughed twice, rubbed his back against the armor to relieve the itching, sniffed, but didn't speak.

Wuming was anxious for a while, and suddenly realized that a few runes were presented:

"Excellent golden rune, as a bracelet for you."

Knight Rodel received the golden rune and said:
"There was fighting in the city."

"Ah?" Wuming blinked, somewhat unexpected and incomprehensible to Rodel's response, "With King Geoffrey around, can there still be a battle? There was a battle, and you were dispatched?"

"It's a battle that only belongs to King Geoffrey." Knight Rodel talked about this, and sighed, "Unfortunately, I can't continue to watch the king's heroic battle, hateful invader."

"Invaders?" Wuming said, "You're not talking about... Broken Star General Lataen, are you?"

"Exactly." Rodel Knight said, "This place was smashed by a meteorite, it should be the aftermath of their battle that has affected the stars in the sky."

Just as he was talking, another shooting star appeared in the sky, coming from the northwest and heading south.

"Why did they fight?" Wuming asked.

"How do I know? I don't even know how Lataen entered the royal city." Knight Rodel said, "In short, the royal city is currently in the midst of a battle between two big men. It is temporarily blocked and no one will be allowed to enter."

The news shocked the unknown, who knows how many forces will be affected when Lataen and King Elden fight.

What made Wuming even more heartbroken was that his goods were nowhere to be found.

"I can't see my Gege, what should I do?" Wuming lamented.

"Forget it, you have a car full of flashy things, no serious Rodell will appreciate it." The Rodell knight accepted the unknown gift and laughed at him mercilessly.

"Are there any dishonest Rodel people?" Wuming asked.

"Of course there are, but those are Rodel's enemies." Rodel Knight stared at Wuming solemnly, "Do you want to have contact with our enemies?"

"Is it from the enemy?" Wuming was about to cry, "My flowers are almost withering."

Seeing Wuming's anxious look, Knight Rodel really thought about it for a while, and said slowly, "On the high ground in the northwest, there is a windmill village. The people there seem to want your flowers."

"Really?" Wuming jumped up immediately.

"Why lie to you?" Knight Rodel said, "I don't know either, I just heard that flowers are used in the festival over there, and I have never been there. I also heard that there are many beautiful girls in the village."

Wuming didn't hear the rest of the words at all, and his eyes turned green when he heard that flowers would be used in the festival.

He turned around and handed the whip to the fellow employees:
"You go back first, I'll go there."

Before the staff and Knight Rodel could react, they had already rushed out.

After learning gravity magic with Lataen, the speed of Wuming's journey has improved by leaps and bounds.

With a gravity magic, the rocks under his feet gathered and rose, and he flew out backwards like anti-gravity—flying Wuming with him, and ran towards the northwest while drawing a parabola all the way.

A huge amount of light converged in front of Wuming in a distorted arc, giving a panoramic view of the scene on the ground.

Wuming quickly saw the eye-catching windmill, as well as the flowers and trees everywhere.

On the ground, many dancers danced happily, and the garlands on their heads were particularly eye-catching.

"Yo Hou!" Wuming cheered and crashed into the windmill village.

The next second, he was besieged by the dancers.

I didn't see the beautiful girl in the legend. The girls who could see were all wrinkled, hideous and hideous, with blood red eyes, and the knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks in their hands were rough and wild, with a bloody breath.

Some of the knives still had fresh skin on them that hadn't been cleaned.

It took Wuming a lot of effort to calm down the anger of the skinning girls—it probably took down two windmills and three wooden houses before the dancers stopped their intention of cutting Wuming's skin, calmed down, and accepted Wuming's arrival kindly. Ask about his intentions:
"You, you...what are you doing?"

Regardless of past suspicions, Wu Ming affectionately held the girl's hand full of wrinkles and scars:

"Do you want to buy flowers, Miss?"

The answer is of course not to buy. Facing the plan of the unknown Tin Woodman to buy and sell by force, the girls are neither prepared to give in nor to be tough—and they don’t have that much money, and they don’t have that many people, so they can digest it. There are tens of thousands of nameless blood roses.

"You have to ask our village chief." The girls chose to delay the attack.

"Where is the village chief?" Wuming asked.

"Going out to do errands."

"Where did you go to work?"

"I heard it's going to the south, the edge of the Altar." The girls did not lie, they eagerly hoped to lure this barbaric businessman to their leader, to the side of the godskin apostle—and then borrowed the black flame of killing the gods Take out this savage monster.

As expected, Wuming didn't delay, and once again used the gravitational slingshot to throw himself all the way to the south, all the way back to the caravan.

The road was so bumpy that when he was bumped by the falling star beast, he still hadn't reacted.

But when he heard the name of the godskin apostle and confirmed that the other party was from Fengche Village, he reacted immediately with a jerk.

Wuming grabs the hand of the godskin apostle:

"I heard that there will be a festival in the village? I have all kinds of flowers here, and it's a rare blood rose. I'll sell it to you at a cheaper price."

The godskin apostle was held by Wuming, and he froze in place, not knowing how to respond.

If it was held by Wuming like this a few minutes ago, he would definitely not mind firing a black flame at this unknown businessman at close range, blasting at close range, and burning the flesh inside the armor.

But the Falling Star Beast in the distance is still struggling to get out in the soil, and its poor and helpless hind hoof seems to be scratching his heart, making him reluctant to reject the staring staring staring at him pitifully in the tin can. people.

Does the other party know that he has a lot of background here, and is deliberately giving us face?Or do you know that we are doomed, deliberately give some conditions, wait for hope to rise in their hearts, and then laugh maliciously and put themselves in prison?
Anyway, the godskin apostle himself would choose the latter, he likes to wait until the food is tired before eating like a snake playing with a mouse.

The machine in his mind was running at a high speed, as if there was a god-skin nobleman spinning in circles to maintain the power of the machine's shaft, while it was turning, it suddenly stopped and threw a fireball to continue spinning, burning the god-skin apostle's brain a little bit.

After holding back for a long time, the Godskin Apostle said: "Okay."

"Yeah!" Wuming cheered immediately.

After cheering, Wuming remembered his identity as the big boss of the caravan. In front of the employees and partners, he immediately coughed twice, put on a mature and steady look, and shook the hand of the god skin apostle:
"We will be partners in the future, and everyone can come and go more in the future-is it a one-time payment or installments?"

"I don't have enough money with me," said the Godskin Apostle.

This is not a tactic to delay the attack. He really didn't bring enough money, and no one would take tens of millions of runes with him if he had nothing to do.

Wuming didn't sell it at the price of 1000 runes a piece, but broke it at the middle and wiped off the change, only [-] million runes.

"No problem, just go and get it." Wuming spoke very well, and looked at Eleonora with a smile, "Why don't you stay here as a guest first? We are just in time to discuss some details of future cooperation."

"Yes." Shenpi sold Eleonora without saying a word, and then bowed to Wuming, "I'll go first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran away without a trace, twisting his body back and forth while walking, his speed fluctuating, as if he was avoiding an attack that might appear behind him.

Wuming smiled and waved goodbye to the godskin apostle, took out a rag, and kept waving it until he could no longer see the figure of the other party, then put down the rag and wiped away his tears:
"There are still many good people in the world. After coming to Yatan, it finally opened."

Lance Shanks looked at Wuming stupidly:

"You just let him go?"

"What does it mean to let him run away, and he will go back to get the money." Wuming said, "I don't allow you to slander my dear partner!"

"You crazy!" Lance Shanks said. "That's the guy who just attacked us!"

"Do we have any dead people?" Wuming immediately looked around.

"That's not true." Lance Shanks said, "It's not that you can't let him go for this reason? Just because we didn't die, just pretend nothing happened?"

Wuming breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, I don't want to make so much profit. The main reason is that I killed a lot of people in the village before. The windmill collapsed and killed a lot of people, so it should be used as compensation."

Wuming deeply reflected on himself: "Next time, don't abuse violence—it's too expensive."

Lance Shanks opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything after all.

Wuming looked at Lance Shanks: "Ami, why don't you wear clothes? I have a silk knitted robe here. For the sake of our deep friendship, I will sell it to you for five thousand runes."

"Thank you, I will be called Lance Shanks from now on." Ami rolled her eyes, and a scale-like structure appeared under her skin, wrapping her body, showing a perfect body curve.

"Her real body is an ancient dragon." Yura explained to Wuming, "Shanks is the title of the ancient dragon family."

Lance Shanks looked down upon Nameless with pride:

"Let's talk about a profession that you humans can understand - the ancient dragon belief in Wangcheng, I can be regarded as the high priest."

"Amazing." Wuming exclaimed, "It's the same as a turtle."

"Do you have anything else besides sheep and turtles?" Lance Shanks grinned.

"There are only a few officiant that I know." Wuming said angrily.

He saw the ominous ghost beside him:

"And this one, why did you come here?"

"This is the former Golden People." Yura continued to introduce.

"It's your kid." Wuming suddenly understood.

Back in Stone City, he hadn't seen through the opponent's avatar, no wonder he could be fooled.

"It's not here to take revenge on me, is it?" Wuming said vigilantly, "Does the evil omen ghost hold grudges like this?"

"It's not just as simple as a bad omen ghost." Lance Shanks said, "He is Montguet, Rodel's blessed king."

"Rodel's king?" Wuming was stunned, and glanced suspiciously at Menggot for a second.

Then he rushed to Mengget's side in a stride:

"Oh, I've heard about it for a long time. I heard that Rodel's Blessing King is tall and handsome. Today, I saw it as expected. Even this beggar's outfit can't hide your heroism—I happen to have clothes here that can better complement your kingly demeanor. Do you want to wear it? Don’t worry, it doesn’t cost money, just walk around the royal city wearing him.”

Wuming grabbed Mengget's cane, and was about to introduce something else. With a light pull, Mengget fell down in the direction Wuming pulled.

"Ehhh?" Wuming let go of his hands quickly, and raised his hands high, "I didn't do it, you guys testify to me—why do you still touch porcelain, the majestic king of Rodel?"

"He was fighting with the Falling Star Beast alone just now, and was injured when he rescued me." Lance Shanks said, "It should be that the injury relapsed and he couldn't hold on."

Hearing this, Wuming lifted off the few remaining clothes of the evil omen ghost, checked it out, and shook his head:
"It's not like that."

"Like what?" asked Lance Shanks.

"It doesn't look like the injury caused by the falling star beast." Wuming said.

There are large burn marks on Mengerte's back - it is the burn left when he helped Lance Shanks block the laser, and there are also some abrasions on his body, and the strong side waist also has the mace-like shape of the falling star beast. Mark of.

"But the injuries that hurt the muscles and bones are not these." Wuming squeezed Mengget's body, "His body...has suffered serious injuries before."

Wuming frowned and thought for a long time: "Could it be...you and Patch abused him before?"

"I didn't." Lance Shanks immediately defended, "I was tied up once before, and I watched him after that, and he didn't suffer any injuries."

Nameless touched the chin of the helmet:
"That's... the one that bumped into Tragos earlier? Was there an internal injury?"

"It's not like that. With his transformation technique, the injuries before and after transformation should not be superimposed. He is a member of the golden family and should be proficient in healing spells." Lance Shanks also leaned over and observed Meng Meng. Gert.

Meng Gete frowned tightly, even on his face full of ominous horns, he could see the obvious nervous expression.

"I'm having a nightmare." Nameless said.

He put a water lily on Mengget's face: "Take it away first, there are so many imperial doctors and perfumers in the camp, and they specialize in treating bad omens, let them be busy, I still have something to do."

"What's the matter?" Lance Shanks said. "It's such a mess, won't you take charge of the situation?"

"There's Patch." Wuming waved his back to everyone, turned and left.

But he didn't leave very far, and went straight to the Falling Star Beast.

Just now, the falling star beast pulled itself out of the soil with the help of gravity magic, and it was shaking its big eyeballs that were still a little confused.

It happened to meet Wuming's eyes.

Wuming showed a bright smile, clenched his fists and walked towards the falling star beast:
"I have to train the cows."

(End of this chapter)