The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 233

"Huh? Huh?"

The nobleman had just been slapped on the head by Wuming, and his head was still buzzing. He couldn't hear what Wuming said, and it was more likely that he couldn't believe what he heard.

"Master, how offended you were just now." Wuming Heshan patted the nobleman's shoulder like a brother, printing mud and stains on the nobleman's dark blue robe inlaid with gold trim and the black burqa on his shoulders.

Wuming explained to the nobleman, telling his business plan: "That's right, I'm a businessman, and I'm going to come to the Asian Forum to do some business. All kinds of contacts have been opened up, but there is something wrong with the product. Our product, Rodel The old men don’t like it. But seeing your work today, master, inspired me. Why don’t we cooperate and sell sculptures in the future? Guaranteed to make a lot of money, and runes will continue...”

The nobleman finally sorted out the matter amidst the nameless eloquence.

He also quickly regained the confidence of the superior under Wuming's compliments. He raised his head and looked down upon Wuming:

"You beat me like this, do you think I will help you? And you will appreciate my skills and aesthetics? Didn't you just think that my vision is not good?"

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding." Wuming smiled, trying to create a relaxed atmosphere, so that the nobles also laughed.

He explained:

"There was some misunderstanding between us. But there is an old saying that no matter how much people compliment you in front of you, it is true when people comment on your appearance behind your back. Saying nice things in front of you may be admiration for you Your identity, or because you want something from you, or maybe because you are afraid of you, but what you say behind your back, it is with our true feelings."

"Who said this old saying, why haven't I heard of it?" The noble didn't appreciate it.

"That's an old sage. He is proficient in a lot of knowledge. Many waking words and wisdom passed down from generation to generation originated from him, and were passed down and learned by future generations."

"Who?"

"His name is Anonymous." Anonymous nodded confidently.

Before the noble could react, he slapped the noble on the back vigorously:

"Look, do you feel my sincere sincerity?"

The nobleman almost vomited blood when he was slapped by Wuming, but he did feel it clearly—the previous slapping by Wuming definitely had killing intent.

Anyway, if you don't agree, you may be killed. There are too many sinners who don't respect the nobles and are lawless these days.

"I have no objection, I can try my best to help you," said the nobleman.

"That's great, I knew you were well-educated and reasonable. At first glance, you look like a scholar from a wealthy family and a reasonable person." Wuming smiled happily.

"I am a member of the Marley family, and I have been executioners for generations." The nobleman said.

"Killing people doesn't affect your culture, and this sculpture is the best proof." Wuming said, "Who says butchers and executioners can't be cultured? It's better to say that it's the masters of knives who can practice their knives."

"I can help you, but I have conditions." The nobleman of the Marley family said, "I want you to help me enter the city and kill someone."

"Where are you going, how many are you going to kill?" Wuming didn't talk nonsense, he went straight to the point, talking about killing people was like kicking away a small stone in front of his great business road.

"Just one person, in the City Lord's Mansion." The nobleman of the Mare family said.

Wuming was a little embarrassed:
"Are you going to kill the city lord? This is inappropriate. After all, the city lord was appointed by Wangcheng, and he was named there. It is not appropriate to kill the imperial court officials. I am still planning to do business with Wangcheng."

Wuming told your son honestly: "To tell you the truth, I came here this time to find the city lord, and I asked him to help execute someone. I made this trip specially to obey the rules. If I kill the city lord, something would be wrong. .”

"You are also a member of Marley's family, and you are also relatives with the city lord. If you have any problems, you can't sit down and have a chat. Why did you kill your relatives—"

Wuming was about to tell him the pros and cons, to persuade the nobleman to let go of his hatred and call for love and peace in his heart, the nobleman stretched out his hand to stop his mouth:
"Stop, stop, stop, that's not the lord of the city, not even a member of the Marley family. He's just a sinner who has occupied the magpie's nest."

"Is that a cuckoo knight?" Wuming said.

"What's the matter with Dujuan?"

"It's not the dove occupying the magpie's nest as you said..."

"A metaphor, this is a metaphor!" said the nobleman, "In short, I am the Lord of Sunshade City."

Wuming respectfully said: "So you are the city lord, you have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, no wonder you have such a profound artistic accomplishment, you are really young and promising - why did the city lord come out of the city? Are you here for an outing?"

"Picnic in this garbage dump?" Mayor Mare looked around at the rocks and asked Wuming.

"Is that to take out the trash?"

"Which city owner takes out the trash by himself?"

"I haven't seen the private life of a few city lords, forgive me." Wuming said, "Then why are you here?"

"I was kicked out!" The city lord was forced to repeat his shameful past again, "The one occupying Sunshade City is nothing more than a death penalty criminal, that beast, he is not human!"

The city lord was very emotional, and Wuming comforted him for a while before he roughly understood what was going on.

The name of the lord of the city is Maremare, the lord of the Sunshade City and the ancestral executioner.However, during the execution, a special prisoner ushered in. The prisoner used a strange method to prevent the execution sword from falling, and even took away the great sword inherited from the family of Marley, and took away the position of the city lord. The owner of the real Marley family could only hide outside the city, ran to this unattended garbage dump, and relied on the protection of the golem to survive.

"As expected of a sinner, it's too heinous." Wuming and Maremare were indignant together, filled with righteous indignation.

"Sinner? That guy is not human!" Maremare was furious, "He took away my family-heirloom sword, and then he ran here and snatched my only weapon! Snatch it again If not, I have to grab it again!"

Maremare showed her empty hands and waist:
"The city and the sword are gone. Will he come to rob me again later? I don't dare to think about what he will rob. I have to take off my only remaining clothes? Maybe he will also rob me. The scalp was cut..."

"It's so outrageous!" Wuming echoed, "Why don't you hide away? This is next to Sunshade City. It's too easy for him to visit again. Why don't you hide away? To be honest, I often help some family members, My camp is just in front of this road, not far away, why not visit me as a guest..."

"Of course I have reasons why I can't leave." Maremare said, "I can't leave my city, I can't sleep at night if I leave here. Even outside the city, I can't sleep anymore."

"I understand the hatred of subjugation and loss of homeland." Wuming sighed, comforting the nobleman, "It shows that the Lord loves his territory deeply."

"You will help me take back my city, right?" Maremare clenched the nameless hand as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"My lord has been wronged." Wuming said, "Don't worry, my lord, I will help you get back the sword and the city lord you want!"

Wuming patted his chest for assurance: "What's the thief's name?"

"Iron Meyer," said Maremare, "I will never forget this name, Ironthorn Ayron Meyer."

"Huh?" Wuming Haoqing hesitated for a moment, "You said, this Ailon Mel... stole your great sword?"

"That's right, he's from Ouhe, he's trained in strange powers, and he can use Qi to control things." Maremare said.

"He robbed your weapon for the second time later?" Wuming said, "What kind of weapon is that?"

"It's a stabbing sword, made from the thorns of big ants, and the blade is bright red." Maremare said, "It's a very rare collectible."

The nameless gauntlet is holding the dirt on the ground:

"My lord, are you sure that the sinner is in your city?"

"It must be there. There are many treasures in my city lord's mansion. He must have robbed my treasures and is staying inside." Maremare said firmly, "Otherwise, why would he snatch my rapier?"

"What does it have to do with grabbing your rapier?" Wuming was even more puzzled.

Maremare hesitated a bit:

"You can understand that my rapier is also part of the treasure, and he must be coveting my treasure."

"Yeah." Wuming nodded, "Okay, let's take a long-term plan, that guy is so powerful, maybe I can't keep him, and you may not be able to get your weapon back, but I should be able to get it back for you."

"The city is enough, mainly the treasures in the city." Maremare said, "If I don't see those treasures, I may not be able to sleep in the future."

After discussing with Maremare, Wuming didn't rush to the city immediately. On the one hand, he had to wait for Millicent Letina and the others. On the other hand, he also knew that the heinous death row prisoner was probably not in the city. This task is not difficult at all.

Wuming chatted with Maremare, but he was thinking more about how to appease Maremare and let him let go of his hatred for Aaron Mel.

After all, Aaron Mel is still helping him build bridges in Stonewell. He is also a precious talent and cannot be easily given up.

Moreover, Aaron Mel also represents his atonement business. If Alon Mel cannot be completely released as a sinner, then his atonement business will be a joke and will not be widely recognized by the border, and naturally he will not be able to make money.

Wuming looked at the golem lying aside:

"I'm sorry, I broke your golem, can't it be repaired?"

"The golem is powered by a meteorite. Without the meteorite, it can't move anymore." Maremare looked at the golem and didn't care. His mind was now on the treasure in the city.

"Can it move with the meteorite?" Wuming looked at the injury of the golem, and felt that the penetrating wound on the chest might affect the installation of the meteorite.

"As long as there is a meteorite, I can repair it." Maremare said, "Do you know the golem technician?"

"I don't know." Wuming shook his head.

"It's the people who make and maintain these golems. They master the technology of making golems." Maremare said.

"You know this craft?" Wuming was pleasantly surprised.

"No." Maremare poured back a basin of cold water, "But because I often sculpt and have been exposed to some legacy technologies, repairs are still not a problem."

"That's amazing." Wuming has already started to think about where there are broken golems along the way, buy them at a low price, let Maremare repair them, at least he can get a lot of labor.

The more Wuming looked at it, the more he felt that Maremare's delicate features made him a man to be made.

"Looking at you like this, you seem to be quite young." Wuming looked at Maremare's white hair, "Based on the standards of the people of gold."

"I am indeed the younger generation." Maremare replied.

"Are you the first city lord of Sunshade City?" Wuming asked.

"Of course not." Marem Mare said, "The Marem family has been executed for generations, how could I be the first one."

Maremare touched the nobleman's mask:

"However, this mask was cast in imitation of the first Patriarch."

Maremare pushed back the long white hair, and Wuming discovered that the white hair was also a part of the mask, and the head inside seemed to be tightly wrapped with a bandage.

Marley showed the honor of the mask to Wuming, and suddenly coughed violently.

"Are you okay?" Wuming was very concerned about the health of his future partner, "You live in a poisonous pond, are you infected? I advise you to leave."

"It has nothing to do with the swamp here," said Maremmare. "The men of Marem's family were born with diseases, and lived with them all their lives. We are executioners, living in the shadow of the sun that has few blessings." City, that is also because our constitution is similar to defilement."

"Ah, I understand, Son of Omen." Wuming said.

"...not so defiled." Marley coughed twice again, "We have been executing punishments for generations, and after contacting sinners from all over the world, we have come into contact with various anecdotes. We understand various methods and find ways to fight against diseases... Or coexist and be defeated by the disease in the end. In my generation, I will probably be the only one left.”

"Is this how you inherited the position of city lord?" Wuming said, "There is only one person left in the whole family, heroic."

"My generation is the only one." Maremare said, "I also have an uncle who works as a watcher in the north."

"I thought the Yatan was already far enough north." Wuming said.

"You came from the border, right?" Maremare said, "That's why people over there will think that Yatan is in the north."

"Where do the people in Yatan think they are from?" Wuming was curious.

"Of course it's the Central Plains." Maremare said, "The Golden Tree is the center of the world, the point of view from inside and outside the border."

"What about the northern border?"

"North of the Forbidden Territory, at the top of Giant Mountain." Maremare looked towards the extreme north, and lowered his voice, as if some dark and evil ghost would break out of the words, "He is monitoring the cauldron of flames there."

"So that's the north..." Wuming said, "Are you sure your uncle is still watching?"

"Should be there." Maremare was also not sure, "The watchers of the flames all swore not to marry wives or have children, they guard day and night, and never leave their posts without authorization."

Wuming seems unwilling to continue this topic, and deliberately diverges:

"Then you hide here first, and when my employees come over, we will go to the city to show you. If you are lucky, the next time I come to pick you up, I will pick you up and go back to the city."

Wuming stretched out his hand to Maremare: "Happy cooperation."

There was a sound of hurried footsteps from far to near.

Wuming could tell that this was the pace and sound of a quadruped animal.

Looking back, it was indeed Letina riding her big wolf.

"Yo, Letina." Wuming greeted Letina from a distance.

Letina didn't respond, and rode a wolf to Wuming, barely slowing down.

The big wolf stopped abruptly in front of Wuming, the pads under his feet were covered with bloodstains.

Letina was obviously just sitting on it, but she also panted loudly with her head down, as if her breathing was not smooth, her already bloodless face became paler and faded, and the expression on her face was full of panic and fear, sadness and confusion, and complex emotions mixed.

"Why are you alone?" Wuming asked, "Where's Millicent?"

When Letina heard this, her body trembled suddenly, and she raised her sweaty face, showing a desperate expression:
"Millison she... is dead."

(End of this chapter)