The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 310 The Bald Businessman

In view of Paqi's ability, Wuming is going to give Paqi another salary increase.

"Although it is said that there is a salary, I have never seen you spend it." Wuming said, "A lot of times you don't receive runes, right?"

"I don't like using runes," Patch said.

"Why?" Wuming kowtowed at Rune, "Isn't this a good thing?"

Patch said meaningfully: "Power has a price."

"Is it appropriate for you, a businessman, to say this?" Wuming said.

"Have you ever wondered where Rune came from?" Patch asked suddenly.

"I don't know." Nameless replied decisively, "But it seems that it can be picked out from the eye socket of the corpse."

"That's the rune left on the people of gold after their death, the source of it earlier." Patch said.

Wuming touched his chin: "Golden tree?"

Patch said mysteriously: "Anyway, don't rely too much on Rune, think about the rest yourself."

Nameless looked up at the golden tree, at the golden branches hanging high in the sky, it was an almost endless blessing.

It's just almost, Wuming is clear, there is no favor in the world that is eternal, no matter how great the creation is, it will decay.

Wuming recalled what Bernal said - the boundary is limited.

"Paqi wants to say that the benefits of the golden tree are also limited, so there will only be fewer and fewer runes..." Wuming thought.

But Wuming had already figured this out, and limited resources did not prevent him from dividing up Lakad's big rune.

At that time, not many people heard his propaganda, and not everyone believed it. Even so, the road to the God's Tower was quickly re-opened by groups of adventurers.He even dug through a mine by the way.

Wuming has to leave in a few days, otherwise the angry people will make him pay the price for breaking his promise.

Wuming suddenly remembered something, and asked Patch before leaving:

"What does the Supreme Will look like?"

"That kind of appearance is meaningless." Patch said, "But when I met..." Patch suddenly showed some strange smiles: "It's a bald man."

"You can't think that you are the same just because someone is also bald." Wuming said, "Maybe the only similarity is the baldness, and maybe two eyes and a nose."

"And what do you think he does?" Patch asked.

"what?"

"He's a businessman," Patch said, and crawled away.

Wuming listened and found it interesting.As he said, some existences are too high and far away, and I really don't want to worry about them.

He chose to worry about Lakad's big rune first.

Wuming finds Serlian, and the separated soul of Lakkad is coming.

"It's quite a fat soul," said Cerlian. "I've never seen such a fat soul. Are you really going to give it away?"

"Anyway, you have separated Lakad from Eleonora, and extracted all the knowledge of Lakad." Wuming took the pyroxene that carried the soul, and headed to the God's Grant Tower - pulling the entire caravan together.

As for why they want to be together, Wuming has his own calculations.

The departure of the caravan also attracted the attention of countless people and forces.

Even among those who saw Wuming displaying the big rune with their own eyes, there were some who did not believe that Wuming was the real big rune.

Some people think that this is a caravan's gimmick and false propaganda to promote themselves, just an advertisement, and scoff at it.Some people think that this is some kind of conspiracy, and they want to gather the crowd together to perform a conspiracy that can turn people into dead people.Some people also think that the caravan did get the big rune, but it was obtained through some dastardly plots.

Organized forces have more trial and error costs, and there are already forces that are ready to directly plunder, to try the quality of this caravan.

These forces also don't think that a caravan can have a big rune, but if it does, it's best to keep it in their own hands.At least it cannot be obtained by hostile forces.As a result, many malicious people gathered near the caravan, hostile to each other.

These people are not even concerned with caravans, but with potential competitors around them.In the eyes of these people, the caravan would be like a sheep hunted and strangled by hyenas, but only one hyena would eat the fattest parts.The most dangerous are peers.

There are also sane people who lead their own cliques and do not intend to take part of the profits.Because they knew that their strength was far from enough to participate in this battle, and the real winners would not be here, but would lie dormant near the Tower of Gods—those forces with demigods in charge.

These sober bosses didn't intend to get big runes, they just wanted to build a bridge with big forces and get some broth by passing information and assistance.

Among these small powers, there are naturally some big powers who have enough insight—or enough luck.

"Aren't we going to make a move?" In the hidden woodland camp, a little leader was holding a disk in his hand, a little anxiously, "This is a chance to get a big rune, why are you in no hurry? I know , you don’t believe it’s true, right? But this kind of thing is rather believable, we can help you find out, this is our value—”

On the opposite side of the disk, there is the bruised and swollen face of Rataen:
"I believe it is true."

"Believe it is true, then it should be—"

"And I believe that the big rune was obtained by the caravan with its own strength." Lataen said, "Don't provoke those people, I don't want to say anything else. The guy is holding my brother's Don't bother me with this, Big Rune—I've got to go and appease my mother."

Latarn's figure disappeared, and the little boss was a little dazed:

"Acquired by your own strength?"

The same dialogue is taking place among those who know the unknown forces.In the hall of the round table, Sir Baizhi looked at the news he received and muttered to himself:

"What the hell is this guy doing..."

"Gideon doesn't even know, this guy is really powerful." A man leaned against the door of Sir Baizhi's study with a frivolous tone.

"You didn't knock on the door." Sir Baizhi was dissatisfied, and at the same time, he missed his attendants.

If Enxia was still around, there would definitely not be such an unpleasant interruption.

"The famous Sir Baizhi can only act like a widowed old man now." The visitor had silver hair and thin eyebrows, thin and feminine, with a pair of reddish red pupils in his long and narrow eyes, and jokes and ridicule on his pale and weak face.

The man covered his mouth: "Miscellaneous fish, miscellaneous fish."

Sir Baizhi didn't respond to this obvious mockery and belittling, but was a little surprised by the face of the visitor:

"Where's your beard?"

"Scratched." The man touched his smooth chin, "If you want to sneak into the caravan, it's better to pretend."

The feminine beauty took out a shard of the mirror and checked her appearance: "Even letting you old nerds see my beautiful face, I sacrificed so much."

"Do you want to infiltrate the caravan?" Baizhi asked, "Or have you already infiltrated?"

"It's been a while." The feminine beauty said, her tone was constantly changing, from a refreshing female voice, to a rough male voice, and then to the vague accent of a mixed race ominous, "sometimes an adventurer, sometimes a cooperative The caravan, and sometimes the royal city soldiers who went to investigate. Without employees, it is difficult for employees to act. Although we try our best to encourage them, the effect is not good.”

"It's not good for you to act without authorization," Baizhi said.

"Otherwise? Do you listen to the command of you, an old man? But you seem to have nothing to do with that caravan so far. Even your daughter doesn't recognize you, uncle. The leader of the round table really has no dignity. Why don't you give up your position?" Leave it to Xiu Gu, he is still a little smarter."

Baizhi was silent for a moment, staring at that person:
"And what about your mouth that can't speak? Alpelich."

"I can really encourage those warriors who have only blood and no brains, but those fools with less than nine intelligence can't pass through the door of the caravan." The man Baizhi called Alperish stretched out a long finger, holding His own temple, "This batch of faders is too weak, I really want to do it myself."

Baizhi asked: "So, the caravan really got the big rune?"

"It was true that some time ago, all the elite went out to the volcano." Alpelich said, "I thought those people would be wiped out by Lakad, but it turned out that they returned safely. I think it should be the Great Rune— — nobody can replicate that feeling."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Baizhi was even more confused:
"Fenda Rune...what is this person thinking..."

Baizhi admitted that he could not understand Wuming, but this did not affect his actions.

"Snatch it over here." Baizhi said, "No matter what scheme he has, he will definitely need a big rune to use it. As long as he grabs it, there will be no problem."

Alpelich hung high and waved to Baizhi:
"Then good luck to you."

"I let you go." Baizhi said in a deep voice.

"Huh? Why should I listen to an old man?" said Alpelich. "Gideon, you are old and should retire."

Alpelich suddenly covered his mouth, a little panicked:

"Oh, I forgot, your daughter doesn't want you anymore, and no one will take care of you when you retire."

Baizhi was silent for a while, and said slowly:
"You have been lurking there for a long time, have you heard the target of the caravan?"

"They have a lot of targets, which one do you say?" Alpelich said.

"New round table." Baizhi spit out the word slowly.

"I heard that that arrogant businessman can actually come up with such a gimmick." Alpelich's lips drooped downward, and he pouted, "I really don't know what to do."

"They are not a gimmick." Baizhi said, "They really believe in it and are working hard for it. Their goal is to replace our old round tables."

Baizhi pointed at Alpelich with the fingered scepter in his hand: "Of course it includes you, an old man. I think you are also an old man compared to them."

Alpelich's eyes stood upright, burning with anger:

"Who do you say is an old thing?"

"I didn't say it, but that's what the merchant obviously meant," Baizhi said. "He thinks we're dead, and even thinks that the dung-eaters are more fashionable than us."

Bai Zhi seemed to remember something:
"Ah, the arena you love, when he came to visit before, he wanted to make it a market, every merchant can set up a stall there, and every fader can go there to choose their favorite services. "

Alpelich frowned: "It seems that it's time to educate them and let them understand their position."

Alpelich turned and left, disappearing into the Great Blessing.Baizhi immediately contacted his subordinates:

"Alpelich is finished, let him attract firepower in the open. You find a way to find out the real purpose of the businessman, and try not to let him get close to the God's Tower. He probably wants to use this method to let others open the way for him and stop him. Don't let him get the favor of the God's Grant Tower, if possible, take the big rune away."

After Bai Zhi explained, he walked to the atrium of the round table with his scepter.

In the atrium of the round table, Jiezhi Enya and Two Fingers sit in it.

"Grandma Enya." Bai Zhi greeted and pointed to the old woman.

Enya smiled and nodded to Baizhi: "Have you come to listen to Master Two Fingers again?"

Baizhi looked up at the tall two fingers in the round table hall:
"I still have some questions. I would like to ask about the power of the Great Rune, what was the dispute between Queen Malika and Queen Nighteyes, and...what did Queen Malika trade with Supreme Will?"

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On the Yatan Plateau, the caravan of Paqi's old store, which claims to be a new round table, is also slowly heading for it.

Wuming also encountered a problem. Quite a few people did not believe Wuming's words, which caused Wuming a lot of trouble.

"How should Lakad's power be divided?" Wuming had a headache.

"Didn't you say split equally?" Patch stood aside.

"But there are a lot of people who can't get through." Wuming said, "Too many people didn't believe me, or they couldn't come over for a while."

"If you don't believe me, you won't give it." Patch said, "What do they do?"

"If the amount is small, it's fine." Wuming said, "I asked Se Lian to calculate the amount of runes contained in Lakad's soul, and the result was a bit scary."

"How scary?" Patch asked.

"According to estimates, the soul plus the grace of the Great Rune has one-twentieth of the grace power of the junction." Wuming said, "These powers are evenly distributed to the entire junction, which can increase their current disposable wealth by one." A considerable number. If only a few people were allocated this part of runes, quite a few heroes would rise up and turn the border land upside down."

"And you are so stupid to distribute such a huge amount of runes to others, and you have caused us to be targeted by a bunch of people." Patch looked at the figures moving in the distance, "I will think about this problem later, some people can't sit still gone."

Finally, someone took the initiative to break the deadlock, stood out from those who followed the caravan and stood in front of the caravan.

A few big trees lay across the road, and a group of people stood on the tree stumps, pointing at the nameless carriage in a stern manner like a rainbow:
"It's time for you to pay back!"

Wuming looked amused: "Isn't this the group of live pot poachers? Why are they here again?"

But the person blocking the road on the opposite side had no intention of accompanying Wu Mingle, a figure rushed up without waiting for the caravan to stop, and with flames and poisonous gas, bit the Wuming car like a poisonous snake.

This person was unknown and remembered, it was the depraved perfumer who was working with poachers.

(End of this chapter)