The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 267 Opening the door and meeting a naked roommate

"Ma'am, I really need to see Lord Lakad." Wuming stood in front of Tanis, a little helpless.

Although Wuming was standing and Tanis was sitting, the sharp eyes on Tanis's mask gave everyone a look of contempt.

"Only a hero can be recognized by the volcano, and has the qualifications to become a member of the clan and meet my king Lakad." Tanis said calmly, repeating this sentence again, rejecting Wuming's request to see Lakad.

"This is not my business alone." Wuming said, "I just run errands for Lani. They are brothers and sisters. If there is something to ask for his help, can you still see me?"

"Brothers and sisters..." Tanis pondered.

"Yeah, brothers and sisters, as an older brother, if you see your sister is in trouble, is it appropriate not to help?" Wuming said.

"People who are related by blood need to help each other, which is also a bad habit of the old age." Tanis's eyes were terrifying, "We will overthrow all the orders, all rules, and all conventions of the Golden Tree. Naturally, this kind of family ethics is also included.”

Tanis said absolutely, Wuming really couldn't find any good solution.

He moved the chair and sat opposite Tanis: "Then how do we meet Lakad?"

"Be a hero," Tanith said. "A real hero."

"What is a real hero?" Wuming asked, "Someone like Blessing King?"

"The King of Blessing dare not show his face all day long. He supports the rotten golden tree, blocks the coming flames, and blocks the fate of the golden tree's inevitable burning. Foolish loyalty and filial piety are not heroes."

"People like Ge Fulei are always heroes." Wuming said.

"The barbarians in Ge Fulei's north can only shout bloody battles, but they don't know the general principles, and they don't know how to govern the country. Although they are brave, they have no direction. They can only obey the orders of the prime minister and Malika. Although they are kings, they are only A pawn in Malika's hand. Without a mind of her own, it's hard to be called a hero."

Wuming smiled: "Naradagang, is he always a hero?"

Tanis was silent for a while, then said:

"I don't judge my king's father."

"Then what if I let you judge?" Wuming asked.

"It's just a dog of the Golden Law." Tanis didn't even bother to say much this time, expressing her disdain in one sentence.

"Good guy, I have to comment." Wuming said, "But you still said it."

"As I said before, the code of ethics based on kinship is just a part of the old order." Tanis said. Make the most fanatical move, push the old order to the extreme, and let everything converge towards the same. Hypocrisy and shamelessness, we should raise our swords to resist, and it should be Radagon."

"I can't get used to this, and I can't get used to that, so in your opinion, what is a hero?" Wuming asked Tanis.

Tanise obviously had her own thoughts on this answer, and she answered confidently with confidence:

"If you are willing to stain your hands with blood, you would rather bear the world's evil, but also walk the path of blasphemy, and you can be called a hero."

Tanis said: "Dare to be an enemy of the world, and you can be called a hero. Obedience to the two fingers and the golden tree, obeying the law, is just going downstream, and dare not challenge the real beast. Such a so-called hero , but a coward."

Wuming scratched his head after hearing Tanis's adverbial of pride, not paying attention at all.

Although language is also a kind of power, compared with fists, it is still far behind.

Wuming doesn't like to listen to what other people say, but to see how people do it.

So although Tanis's speech was very intrusive, Wuming thought it was okay. He didn't think the volcano was terrible, and he didn't think Tanis's speech was too big.

The concept pursued by the volcano is indeed too illusory and abstract, and it is difficult for people to intuitively feel its grandeur and loftiness.

Nameless came back to God:
"By the way, the blood roses I sold to you before have not been used by you?"

"Ah, the blood roses bought by that guy from Shenpi?" Tanis said, "It should have all withered, after all, it's a volcano, not many flowers can bloom well."

Tanis thought for a while: "Crystalized wood buds should be fine, but short-lived flowers like blood roses are not good."

Wuming was in awe, and suddenly he could feel the pattern of the volcano.

Spend 1000 million to buy a blood rose, but you don't need it, just let it rot.

What is the pattern of demigods?This feeling of being rich and powerful is a demigod!

Wuming immediately felt the shock far beyond the blasphemous speech just now.

"What about the soil from the pond where the blood rose was grown? Lost it too?" Wuming asked.

Tanith said: "When the pile is outside, it's time to fertilize the pile of corpses."

Wuming looked at Tanis differently: "As the hostess of the volcano, you really care about everything, and you can pay attention to everything. I know this kind of thing, and I thought that this kind of thing is left to the servants. .”

Wuming's eyes were sharp: "Speaking of which, when I came to visit you at the volcano, I didn't see the servant of the volcano very much."

Tanis stared at Wuming calmly: "What do you want to say?"

"Could it be..." Wuming looked around the narrow volcano, "The volcano is actually very simple? You don't even want to hire more servants?"

"If the style of the Golden Dynasty can be called extravagant, then we will naturally not pursue those extravagant styles." Tanis said so, without directly responding to Wuming.

Wuming smiled: "Okay, just wait for me for a while."

Wuming turned around and ran out, said hello to the epileptic volcano monster guarding the gate, and ran to the pile of corpses.

In front of the mountain demon, he began to touch the corpse, like a wretched battlefield scavenger.

But soon Wuming got up and found nothing.

He ran back to Tanis again, stretching out his palms stained with wax and blood:

"Here, 'stain your hands with blood', the staining is over, can I see Lakad?"

Tanis looked at the dirty hands and handed Wuming a key.

"Is this the key to Lakad's room?" Wuming asked after taking the key.

"The key to the next room." Tanis said, "The room is ready for you. As for the way to meet my king Lakad, I will write it in the envelope in the room."

"That's it." Wuming took the key and walked forward step by step. There was a room around the corner. Wuming didn't think much about it. He inserted the key into the keyhole and twisted it lightly. The lock cylinder opened and the door opened. .

What catches the eye is a white and smooth body with its back facing.

She has a slender figure, well-defined bones, and a fair body, but it is not lean, and there are some muscles, which outline the body with edges and corners.

A head of dark brown curly hair is very smooth and beautiful, and looks well maintained.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the people in the room immediately covered their bodies, turned their heads to look back, saw Wuming come in, and shouted angrily:
"How did you get in? A thief? A robber?"

Wuming looked down at the key in his hand, and looked up at the shy man in front of him: "I came in with the key, the key Tanis gave me."

Because the room was not far from the throne of Tanis, when he heard the commotion, he walked into the room and took a look.

The man wasn't angry anymore, his face was a little red, and he threw himself on a bed vigorously, covering his naked body with pillows and sheets.

"Are you still there?" Tanis was a little surprised.

"What do you mean he's still there?" Wuming quit first, "You guys share the same room key?"

Tanis thought for a while: "It seems to be universal."

"Is it plausible? Is it plausible?" Wuming said, "Where is the privacy of the guests? Where is the safety of the guests! One key and one lock!"

"That's the rule of the junction. Our volcano doesn't assign keys like this. We all have the key first, and then we match the lock for a key." Tanis turned and left, "Since he is still there, you should live first." Let's go together."

As if it was no big deal to send the wrong key to the guest, Tanis left after making the arrangements casually.

Leave Wuming and the curly-haired man looking at each other.

Nameless looked at the man whose face was flushed and covered half of his face with a pillow:

"I think... I've seen you before, you look familiar."

Wuming hissed and tried hard to think, but he just couldn't remember.

"Where did I see it..." Wuming was annoyed by the sudden déjà vu.

That kind of déjà vu feeling, as if the thing that was about to be grasped was not grasped, and the powerful enemy who was about to be defeated was almost killed by the last blow.

If you don't find it, you don't want to do anything else.

Finally the man spoke:

"The Round Table, I've been in the Round Table before. I know you, you're the businessman who's going to tear the Round Table down."

"Oh, I remembered when you said that!" Wuming's eyes lit up, remembering the source of déjà vu.

The man in front of him had appeared in the round table hall before.

It's just that there was almost no communication at that time, and Wuming's attention was mainly attracted by the poor architectural layout of the round table hall at that time, and he might only glance at it with a sidelight.

"No wonder I can't remember, it turned out to be a passer-by." Wuming said.

"Passerby? Do you have any impression of my armor?" The man was not happy.

"Your armor..." Wuming looked suspiciously at the man's fair skin, "Could this be your armor?"

Wuming suddenly said: "I see, I heard that there is such a kind of equipment. People with insufficient intelligence can't see it."

Wuming looked at the man's skin in amazement, looking for clues inch by inch:
"This is a very magical magic equipment."

"Where is my armor?" The man pointed to the side angrily.

Wuming looked over, and there was an armor shelf in the corner of the room.

A suit of ornate armor of the utmost luxury sat on a shelf.

The streamlined textures on the armor form complicated patterns, and its fineness and complexity far exceed other armors that Wuming has seen in the junction.

A large piece of polished silver-white silver iron is integrally formed, asymmetrically decorated with red gemstones, and the corners of the armor are full of design with cloud patterns, water waves and petals. How much manual cost, the breath of luxury blows.

Seeing this armor, Wuming really became more familiar with it.

"I remembered, I remembered." Wuming pointed at the armor, shaking his fingers, as if he had thought of something.

Seeing Wuming's reaction, the man's face turned pale:

"You know the goods."

"What's your name?" Wuming asked the man, "I just remembered this armor, but I didn't expect that there was a person in the armor."

The man's face became even uglier, but he still suppressed his anger, raised his head, and replied with pride and contempt:

"Khosrow, Diaros Khosrow."

"Khosrow of the Diaros family?"

"Dialos of Khoslaw's family." Diaros corrected, "Haven't you heard of Khoslaw?"

Wuming shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, is it very powerful?"

"The famous Khosrow." Diaros widened his eyes in disbelief, "That's the one, who speaks with blood and brings blood with flower petals. It's a very powerful famous family."

"Are you rich?" Wuming hit the nail on the head.

"Just kidding, how much do you think my armor is worth?" Diaros rolled his eyes at the unknown question.

Wuming took another look at the gorgeous armor and nodded:
"Disrespect, disrespect, long-admired."

"Didn't you know me just now?"

"Now we know each other." Wuming smiled and stretched out his hand to Diaros, "Hello, my name is Wuming."

Although Dialos looked at Wuming with weird eyes, but faced with Wuming's overture, he still stretched out his hand and shook Wuming's hand.

"I know you." Diaros said, "You made a big fuss at the round table last time."

"It's an honor to let the famous Khoslaw remember you." Wuming said, "Who are you from the Khosrow family? The head of the house? The son of the head of the house? The daughter of the head of the house?"

Faced with this question, Diaros seemed a little downcast: "Brother, I am the younger brother who is now the head of the Khosrow family."

Wuming looked at Dialos, who was a little bit down while hugging the pillow, and said hesitantly:
"Brother? I heard that your big families are fighting for power and profit very seriously. Why did you come to the volcano? You won't... You failed to fight for power and were kicked out by your brother, right?"

Wuming also wanted to give Dialos a face because of the armor's face.But if it is an abandoned son of a famous family, Wuming feels that there is no need to pay so much respect - after all, he doesn't want to do any work to support others to come to power. good.

"How is it possible, my brother loves me very much." Dialos said weakly, "But also because of this, the better my brother treats me, the more I feel ashamed... I know, my brother never thinks that I am a threat, that's why So kind to me."

"So you have a good relationship with your brother?" Wuming confirmed the most important thing.

"Of course, my brother loves me very much." Diaros said, "Of course...I don't want my brother to be ashamed..."

Hearing this answer, Wuming felt relieved, and exchanged greetings with Diaros:
"So you want to come to the volcano to prove yourself?"

"It doesn't count." Dialos had a complicated expression, which seemed to be quite hidden.

Wuming saw that Dialos might be a roommate for a while, so he unloaded a few pieces of luggage first to carve out some space for himself in the room.

Then sit down and chat with Diaros.

After all, they are roommates, so we should hurry up and build a good relationship.Otherwise, if one day they are poisoned or assassinated, it will be unpleasant.

"From now on, everyone will be in the same group." Wuming greeted Diaros, "If you need help, just ask. Brother Du, you are welcome. Your business is my business, and your brother is my brother .”

"How did you become so fast?" Diaros looked sideways.

"The famous Khosrow, it must be worth making friends with." Wuming said, "The great reputation has touched my heart."

"That's true." Diaros accepted the nameless reason smoothly, regardless of whether it made sense or not, it seemed to be very useful anyway.

"Why did you come here?" Wuming exchanged greetings with Diaros.

Dialos' expression has been a little cloudy since the beginning, hesitating for a moment, he said to Wuming:
"I'll discuss something with you."

"Just say it." Wuming patted his chest, "You're welcome, brothers."

"Let's go and kill Tanis," Diaros said.

Wuming's hand that patted his chest froze.

"Clam?"

(End of this chapter)