The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 333: Paying a lot of money for a man

This UFO incident, witnessed by half of the border area, ended in just one hour.The metal boat dropped dozens of corpses and sailed away.

In Nimgofu, the civilians were torn to pieces by rune bears, and Galid, the Red Lion Rotten Knight and the Corruption Familia fought together.The royal city seems to be a one-on-one battle. There are many gladiators present, and many faded ones have been selected, so the casualties are limited.

This sudden extraterrestrial visitor left an impression on everyone in the border area. In addition to fear, it was more inexplicable.

"Looking at the bright side, only a few dozen people died." Patch said, "This is smaller than the casualties in any battle. If this is really a star, even if it hits the Wailing Sand Dunes, the impact will be more than a few dozen A life.”

Wuming squatted down and looked at Patch:
"You know, I didn't come to you to hear you say this. You seem to know a lot, but you didn't say anything. I want to know what is going on."

"I told you, this is not a big deal." Patch said, "You don't have to worry too much, this is not common."

"You have to explain it clearly so that I won't worry." Wuming said, "This is a situation that no one has encountered before. I have to determine the dangers of it and whether I will encounter it again in the future."

Patch thought for a while and jumped onto a table. Wuming also sat on the chair, wanting to hear Patch's side of the story.

"Serosio told you that beasts fight and bleed in the arena before they gain wisdom, right?"

Wuming nodded: "He also said that this is the supreme will."

His eyes were alert: "Is that thing the supreme will?"

"Yes and no," said Patch.

"Mr. Patch's words are quite mysterious." Wuming said, "Explain clearly why you don't need to worry."

"Let me tell you a story," Patch said, "so you can understand."

Patch cleared his throat:

"In such a desolate land, there are several big families and powerful forces who use this land as a place to breed wild beasts. They like to fight beasts and compete in competitions. They think of ways to cultivate powerful beasts and strong warriors. Look, The beasts fight for fun. They cultivate the beasts in a targeted manner, modifying their...souls to give them forms and abilities."

"They have done a good job in this business, and it has become successful and even famous. Many people outside are willing to spend time and money to observe the performances of exotic animals. It is like a circus.

"But one day, maybe we are tired, maybe we are fed up, maybe the beasts bred by a certain family are too strong and there is no suspense, or maybe we have no money and no time, the circus declines, people leave one after another, and let go Set the beasts free.

"The beasts have had the opportunity to develop freely. Some have gained wisdom, and some have even developed splendid civilizations. However, the various transformations that were made when they were originally cultivated are still rooted in their souls, so although the beasts gradually lose their wild nature, Deep down, they still like fighting and competition. Some of the more primitive beasts will even jump through fire hoops subconsciously. Some beasts are directly implanted with the ability to obey their master's instructions and can only obey unconditionally.

"But some country bumpkins are not well informed and don't know that the circus has closed, and they still want to go see the fun. Their communication is slow and the transportation is not convenient. They travel long distances. When they come, they can only see ruins and The land is covered with chicken feathers, and it has long lost its former glory. I can only grab a few rare beasts - just like choosing a dish, and then watch a beast fight by myself, and then go back in despair."

Patch stopped here and looked at Wuming:
"Do you understand now?"

Wuming glanced at the sky:
"You call that speed a traffic inconvenience?"

"Now that communication and transportation are connected, it won't be thousands of years too late." Patch smiled, "Look up the legends and history. It is estimated that there has not been such a case in the past thousand years. So you don't have to Worry, it’s just an occasional incident.”

Wuming said: "People with convenient transportation and communication have already received the news, so they won't come?"

"Not necessarily." Patch said, "The fastest group of people can't receive the message."

"why?"

"It's a very simple reason - you can't catch up." Patch said, "It's like you are opening up trade routes faster than those faded adventurers. Even if they want to kill the Shard King before you, they can't. . If you go all out, can an ordinary fast horse or homing pigeon keep up with you?"

"I understand." Wuming said, "Then what does it mean to be and not to be the supreme will?"

"For beasts, the power that once dominated them is naturally great and irresistible. But beasts cannot understand their masters. The information rooted in their souls cannot disobey a group or a general order." Patch Said, "Beasts can't tell the details."

Wuming raised his hand: "Thank you for being more clear."

Patch said: "The ants will regard the urchins who destroy their nests as gods, and the urchins who will never leave the village will regard the lords as gods. The lords know that they are nothing in front of the demigods, and the demigods know that only Malika She is the true god. And Malika...her divine position is designated, appointed and recognized by two fingers."

Patch concluded: "Although they are all called gods, they actually do not correspond to the same thing. There are also differences between gods."

"So the Supreme Will is not an individual, but a group?"

"I mean that for people in the border area, when they reach a certain height, they will only understand it as the supreme will." Patch said, "As for me, I tend to give this name to one person."

"Isn't that person here this time?"

"Of course not." Patch sneered, "A three-kilometer boat? It's too shabby."

"Doesn't that mean that there is still a gap between the Supreme Will and the strongest person in the border area..." Wuming clapped his fingers and lost count, "I don't know how many steps?"

"I'm glad you understand the difference between the two. Now you know why I never say such nonsense as to make the Supreme Will collapse?" Patch said, "But there are advantages, this kind of existence is not very good at it. Isn't he going to pay attention to us? Since the big snake is not his creation, then he should really not pay attention to us, which is a good thing."

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" Wuming was still a little worried.

"Oh, it's okay." Patch said, "Don't you see that I'm hiding? If you think so, you can't solve anything if something happens, so you might as well live in peace of mind."

Wuming raised his head and looked at the sky half covered by the golden tree: "What's the scene like on the other side of the starry sky..."

Wuming seems to be thinking of something:
"Wait a minute, did Lani say she wanted to go to the stars? She won't be in danger, right?"

"Then who can say for sure," Patch said. "This thing is like sailing. No one can say for sure. It depends on luck."

Patch saw that Wuming was still a little distracted and poked him:

"Come and see my results."

"What result?"

"Copro-eater," said Patch.

"So fast?" Wuming was surprised, "How long has it been and he is so cooperative? Or did you teach him simply?"

"Now we must do something simple and refreshing first," Patch said. "As for taming him, it's very simple - just do the opposite."

"Ah?" Wuming smiled, "You noticed it too."

Patch nodded: "This is a crazy, super rebellious kid, and he will definitely do the opposite to you. I just need to tell him that this thing is too difficult for you to learn, and he will learn from me honestly. You’ll learn it by scolding me.”

Patch sighed: "Although he is smelly and ugly, this guy's talent is inexplicably powerful."

"When I fought with him before, I could tell that he is a very obsessed person." Wuming said, "And it is obvious that he is deeply favored by Blessing."

Wuming thought thoughtfully: "Tell me, for such a rebellious person, why would he feel that he is a bad omen and hate the world so deeply?"

"Who knows, I don't care." Patch brought Wuming to the copro-eater.

Patch said: "Come on, roar for the boss to hear."

The copro-eater then roared: "Get out."

"Understand." Patch said to Wuming, "This guy is not good at academics and is embarrassed to show his shame." Before he finished speaking, the manure-eater started to roar.

At one moment it was like a wild beast roaring, at another moment it was like a slaughtered pig, and at another moment it was like a frog croaking, a roar that was not like a human voice, lingering in his throat, long and violent.

"This..." Wuming was a little unsure, "Is it different from before?"

"Of course there is a difference." Patch said, "If nothing else, haven't you noticed that there are no resentful souls bursting out of him? This is a sign of control."

Wuming scratched his head: "Can the golden people accept it?"

"Fortunately, it's quite fresh now," Patch said. "Anyway, I've fed him all the deviant genres and songs. There's always one that suits the mental state of the golden people."

Patch pointed at an unknown person:
"The problem now is with you. The stage construction, the initial audience, and how to gradually expand his influence without causing too much resentment and being banned at once are all troubles."

"Then can you help me?" Wuming said.

Patch waved his arthropods:
"You want me to use this image to promote you? I have no objection."

"Forget it, the golden people only like beautiful ones." Wuming extended his hand to refuse, knowing that Patch had no chance.

Wuming touched his chin: "Who has a better image..."

Patch and Wuming looked at Tanis aside.

"I am the mistress of the volcano." Tanith said, "Are you sure the golden people will like it?"

"You are no longer the mistress of the volcano." Wuming said, "You can claim to be our prisoner to the outside world. In order to redeem yourself, you will be laid off and re-employed, and return to your old job as a dancer."

"Indeed, many people will definitely go and see you." Patch said, "They will go and see you because of this stunt. Then you can use your dancing skills to retain them."

"Wouldn't I be regarded as blasphemous by the golden people?" Tanith said, "Maybe my dance will be classified as blasphemous."

"Definitely," Wuming said, "but they will still go see it."

“Would you still watch it if you knew it was blasphemy?”

"Go and look at it critically!" Wuming said, "Let's go and get some people, just in case, and find a few more."

In order to be safe, Wuming pulled Millicent, Melina, Haida, and even Se Lian over.

"I'm a magician. I can't sing," Se Lian said, "I can't dance either."

"Where's your daughter?" Wuming said, "You can stand on the stage and let her lip-sync."

"Then why don't you just let her go?"

"Serui doesn't have such a flexible body, right?" Wuming said, "But maybe someone is just like a puppet and calls Serui on. Didn't she say that she is very capable of distraction? Let her lip-sync for you. Perform on your own while doing it.”

Wuming found all the good-looking people under his hands, and highlighted one with all types, including short hair, long hair, two eyes and one blind person, from the girl next door to the mature teacher, from the weak girl to the domineering queen.

Wuming looked at his group of fat and thin men, and gave important instructions: "There are still some men missing."

So Dajiao was also dragged out.

Patch looked at the star lineup that Wuming had finally collected through rummaging through boxes, and nodded:
"It's pretty good, but there are still two kinds left."

"What?" Wuming asked.

"Dangerous, and weak," Patch said.

"Haida is weak." Wuming said, "She's blind, so she's not weak yet?"

"How dare you assume the blind man's strength." Patch shouted, "The blind men who come out to fool around are all masters."

"Haida is not an expert either."

"That's not the point," Patch said calmly, "because I'm talking about men."

"Men...are there such men?" Wuming asked.

"Fan Lei, it's very dangerous." Patch said, "But it's too dangerous, and we can't find him, so let's forget it for now. Can you find a weak man over there? The requirement is that he must be handsome enough. Weak but not handsome They are just simple little dogs.”

Wuming rolled his eyes and thought for a while:

"Thin and good-looking... Galid has quite a few."

"Oh? The folk customs in Galid are so fierce, are there so many people of this type?" Patch was surprised.

"Walking along the wall of smoked fires, there are many of them. Those immortals are all burned like charcoal hemp stalks. They have a sexy personality." Wuming said, "Aren't they thin and good-looking?"

Patch's spider body stood upright, holding its two chelicerae in front of his chest, looking at Wuming with a cold face.

Wuming was a little innocent: "What are you doing? You should know, I don't know who is handsome at all, given my taste."

"You always say that your sun is the most handsome." Patch sneered.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Wuming said solemnly, "People who are willing to help others are the most handsome, and people who serve the people are the most beautiful!"

Patch covered his face with two chelicerae: "You guy..."

Wuming restrained himself a little and said to Patch:
"Then let me find you someone with a solar spirit?"

"Forget it, what's the point of being so handsome like you?" Patch said dismissively, "Are you good at helping others? You are a good person, but you have no use. In this business, you have to pay attention to your appearance. Do you understand a good-looking skin?"

Wuming was a little aggrieved: "Then I'll go look for it again."

"You know how to look for it?" Patch said, "It's just your aesthetic."

"Then what should we do? Tell me." Wuming was a little angry and started breaking the jars.

Patch thought for a moment: "...Diaros, do you know where it is?"

"I don't know." Wuming said.

"Anyway, just follow his standards." Patch said, "It's always possible to imitate a cat and imitate a tiger, right?"

"Give me a portrait." Wuming said.

Patch had no choice but to draw a lifelike portrait.

Wuming turned around and ordered his subordinates to make many copies and paste them in every corner, with requirements written on them:
"I am looking for a man with a lot of money. I am an unknown person. I am a wealthy owner of a large caravan. Due to business needs, I am looking for a handsome man, who is healthy, hard-working and hard-working..."

(End of this chapter)