The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 297
Wuming and Patch had a hearty fight, lying on the ground together, staring at the ceiling.

"Do you think Yura would have turned the tide and killed the big snake by himself when we were trapped?" Wuming said.

"I don't think it's possible," Patch said. "It's not even possible that his long fangs can break the defense."

"If only he could suddenly appear outside and help us turn off the protective cover." Wuming said.

But he also knew that this was an unrealistic delusion, so he got up and fumbled for his pockets, trying to see if there was anything that could break the situation.

There are spice bottles, dry food, crystal eggs, and a crystal disc...

Wuming picked up the crystal plate and was groping for it when a figure crept over, but in the already silent corridor, the sound of footsteps was still clear.

"Yula is really here?" Wuming looked over in surprise.

It was Laya, with a slightly apologetic face when she came.

"I'm sorry, although you helped me, you were sent to jail." Laya said.

"It's okay, child, just let us go." Wuming softly induced the child to betray Tanis.

Laya looked around and panicked:

"I do not know……"

"It's useless, this protective shield can't be punctured at will from the 'inside'." Selian said.

"Why is Topps making such trouble?" Wuming was depressed.

"Because there are always people who don't want to stay in there." Selian said, "Even if it's dangerous outside, going out will not only be dangerous for you, but also expose other people to danger, but there are people who insist on going out. After being repeatedly breached by insiders It was only after Topps modified the magic circle."

"It also makes sense..." Wuming thought, "After all, two fingers can control other people's minds, and it is true that ordinary people cannot have the opportunity to break through inside."

Seeing that she couldn't help, Laya thought of her background again, which aroused negative emotions. She squatted on the ground and covered her face:
"I'm sorry, I can't help anything, it will only bring misfortune. I really shouldn't have been born in this world..."

"Aren't you still a child, what do children expect to help, you should study hard so that you can change the world in the future." Wuming comforted Laya.

"When I was her age, I was already studying new magic," said Cerlian.

"Don't say a few words." Wuming said angrily, "Renala understood the full moon when she was a child."

Selian knocked Wuming once: "I mean she can help."

"I...can I help you?" Laya immediately raised her head, her eyes glowing.

"You can use something outside to interfere with the defensive barrier." Selian continued to hold the staff, and put the tip of the pyroxene against the edge of the staff to observe, "The more data I collect here, the faster I can judge. Where is the weakness of the magic circle?"

Cerlian clapped her hands: "Hurry up, apprentice."

Laya quickly grabbed a chicken leg from the octagonal table that was not completely covered, poked it at different angles of the protective cover, and helped Serlian test it.

It's like making holes evenly in a hemisphere. This is a simple and boring job. After doing it for a while, Laya can only repeat mechanically.

Efficient, emotionless, and mindless.

Paqi looked at Laya in the protective cover for a while, and said, "Laya, what do you think of your mother treating you?"

"Mother loves me." Laya said, "unnamed uncle told me before that a white lie is also a proof of love. After seeing my background, I am more convinced of this. It's just... my existence is really to disgrace the mother."

Thinking of her background, Laya couldn't hold back anymore, tears welled up in her eyes, but she was busy with Selian's work and couldn't wipe it off, so she could only let the tears fall down.

"My identity is not profane, but my father doesn't love you as much as your mother." Nefeli said, "It's hard to say, which one of us is luckier."

"That's more unlucky for you, sister Neferi." Laya replied without thinking, and Neferi clicked her tongue.

"That's how you comforted her." Wuming expressed his admiration for Nefeli's selfless devotion to excuse her painful experience to others.

Laya continued: "But sister Neferi, you are a hero and a powerful warrior. I don't have a tough heart like you."

"Hey, then you overestimated her." Wuming said, "She broke down much harder than you before, crying and calling her daddy, and she wanted to drink medicine and forget everything..."

Nefeli wrapped Wuming's helmet around Wuming's body, stopped Wuming's words with such force that the helmet would burst, and smiled at Laya with the veins on her head:

"Laya, you just want to become a warrior, and become a hero who can face difficulties with a smile. Isn't it the creed of your volcano to carry on with your own uncleanness and continue to move forward?"

"I want to...become a warrior..." Laya looked at her hands.

"Become a dancer." Patch finally spoke again, "Laya, have you ever seen your mother dance?"

"I've heard of it," Laya said, "but I seldom see my mother dancing, she's too busy."

"Your mother is a very good dancer," Patch said. "Laya, we have to help your mother."

"How can I help?" Laya asked.

"If it's feasible, it's not impossible to help the volcano." Wuming said.

Patch said, "Let's share the intel first. We've got to learn as much as we can about her, about the volcano."

Patch asked, "What is the volcano's mission?"

"It is said that it is going to embark on the unclean road of rebellion."

"Judging from what he did, he was just killing people indiscriminately," Wuming said.

Laya nodded: "Uncle Bernal always said that we have to fight against the golden tree, so that the supreme will will collapse."

"I feel that this Bernal has a very high status." Wuming said, "It seems that when he calls Lakad, he won't be as respectful as other people."

Laya said: "Uncle Bernal is not Lord Lakad's subordinate, but his friend. The two came together for the same goal."

"Is it very powerful?" Wuming asked.

"It should be very powerful. I heard that Uncle Bernal used to be one of the quasi-kings, the person who is closest to the king of Elden." Laya said, "Since Uncle Bernal said that he wants to defeat the Supreme Will, it should Is it great?"

"Let the supreme will collapse..." Patch repeated, laughing, "Okay, now there is no need to consider helping the volcano. Find a way to get Tanis to give up this unrealistic fantasy."

"Is it unrealistic?" Wuming asked.

"It's so impractical that I can't even explain it to you in a metaphorical way." Patch thought for a while, "It's probably the feeling of letting the immortals challenge the gods."

"Isn't that possible?" Wuming said.

Patch covered his bald head and sighed:
"Then let me put it another way - Laya is going to go out independently to open a new caravan and beat your caravan - this feeling."

"Ah, that's really quite difficult." Wuming suddenly understood.

"Lackard is dead, clinging to such a hopeless goal..." Patch said, "she's just killing herself. Like an incompetent person who insists on writing serious literature."

Patch looked at Cerlian:

"Not yet?"

"It's almost ready." Serlian said, "Judging from the fluctuation of the magic circle, it's close to—"

In the quiet corridor, there was another sound of footsteps.

Everyone inside and outside the protective cover fell silent, and Se Lian also put away his staff.

Tanis came in wearing silk pajamas, she didn't wear a mask, her hair was loose, and there was an obvious exotic look between her brows:
"Laya? What are you doing here?"

Laya quickly put her hands behind her back, and as if remembering something, she took out the chicken leg in her hand:
"I'm hungry."

"By the way, kid, you haven't eaten yet." Tanith remembered, "Let me warm it up for you."

"No, I'll just eat this." Laya stuffed the chicken leg into her mouth, destroying the evidence.

Laya looked at Tanis and hesitated:

"Mom, I want to learn how to dance with you."

"Oh? Why are you interested in this?" Tanis was surprised.

"I... just want to see how my mother dances." Laya said, "You are the happiest when you are dancing."

Tanis took off the mask with a much richer expression, looking at Laya with pity and sadness.

She touched Laya's face:

"Learning to dance is tiring and time-consuming. Mom is too busy to teach you—may I show you how to dance? Go outside, it's a bit narrow here."

"No, no, you are too tired to dance anymore, you should go back to sleep first." Laya glanced at the protective shield that was about to be cracked.

When Laya turned her eyes back, she saw Tanis staring at her, her eyes met.

"Laya, you just...not just eat here, right?" Tanis said with a straight face.

Laya immediately panicked:

"That...that..."

"We're right next to her, how could she just eat." Patch said, "She chatted with me a few times, about you and about the volcano."

"What did I tell you?" Tanith asked.

"The child talked about the ambition of the volcano and your unrealistic delusions... The child also said that she knew you loved her and lied to her to protect her."

Tanis' stern face melted, and became soft with the tears at the corners of her eyes. She hugged Laya, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Laya is a kind and good child." Tanis buried her face behind her back, "Doesn't it hurt you to take advantage of such a cute child?"

Tanise turned around and stared at Selian:

"I advise you to stop immediately, and don't force us to face each other with swords."

"Stop?" Selian asked Wuming, taking out her staff.

"What if it doesn't stop?" Wuming asked Tanis.

"Then I have to ask Bernal to deal with it." Tanis said, "With this protective shield, no matter how strong you are, it won't be easy for you to perform well."

"Indeed, if the opponent attacks and opens the protective cover when we want to fight back, it will be very annoying." Wuming rubbed his chin and thought, "It's like that kind of giant tree with no flaws all over its body. Eggs or worms will do..."

"That's right, since you've become a prisoner, stay in the cage." Tanis hugged Laya tightly, "Stop bewitching my child."

"Then you're wrong." Nameless said, "How do you know that we were locked in the prison, not you? It's easy to forget this when looking out through the iron bars. "

Tanith frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"This protective cover belongs to our family. We know its principle very well. It can trap us because it is reversed. We are literally outside the cage." Wuming stretched out his finger and poked protecting mask.

"Then I wish you all a happy life outside this three-foot prison," Tanis said.

"It's true that you won't be very happy when you're locked up with a lion," Wuming said, "but if all the lions are outside, it's the outsiders who are unhappy."

A deafening drum sounded, passing through the corridor of the caldera mansion, and passed to the inside and outside of the volcano.

"The sound is really loud." Wuming covered his ears, "This protective cover can't prevent it at all."

Tanis immediately protected Laya: "Laya, go back to your room—what's the matter?"

Tanise looked out along the corridor and asked.

The mountain demon at the door lowered his head and pressed his head to the door: "Madam, there are enemies coming. A large number of puppet soldiers were destroyed in an instant. The alarm judged that it was extremely dangerous. Please hide."

Tanis suddenly looked at Wuming, and saw a water mirror disk in Wuming's hand, shining brightly, and a vague figure appeared faintly.

"What the hell are you doing? How did you do it?" Tanis said in a deep voice.

"Kalia's technology is really powerful. Even with a protective cover, it can't stop the transmission of information." Wuming twirled the plate in his hand.

Patch said: "The defensive barrier will not completely isolate the outside world, there will always be a gap. For this kind of large-scale communication, there is a hole to transmit the signal."

Wuming smiled, "Even if you are thousands of miles away, you can still contact people in the lake area—Madam, it is your in-laws who are here."

"In-laws?" Tanith asked.

"It's also our ally - Broken Star, Lataen." Wuming said, "The volcano has no protective barriers and gates, can it be prevented?"

Wuming looked at the crystal disc:

"Thank you for coming on time."

The crystal disc displayed the image of Ratan, and Ratan was a little puzzled:

"What are you thanking me for? I didn't go."

"Ah?" Wuming also became confused, "Didn't you come to the volcano?"

"How long have you been looking for me? How could I rush over there so quickly. Besides, didn't I say that that is my brother, and I can't make a move." Lataen was annoyed, "Did you listen to me? "

Nameless looked up at Tanis:

"Ah? Then... who is here?"

"It's Wangcheng, people are coming to Wangcheng!" Epilepsy Volcanic Demon shouted loudly.

"Are you sure?" Wuming yelled in response, "After all, you have bad eyesight."

"I know...you don't need to look, I know too." The epileptic volcano demon's voice was trembling.

Tanis frowned: "How many troops are here?"

"There is only one person." The mountain demon replied in a deep voice.

"Alone?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, but soon everyone realized what happened.

The earth was trembling rhythmically, and the whistling sound and the broken puppet formed a grand movement, praising the arrival of that person.

The epileptic volcano demon trembled:

"Gefrey... came in person."

(End of this chapter)