The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 334 Roundtable Cooperation
Wuming enthusiastically started looking for handsome men in Yatan, but on the way he found that except for himself, most of the people were a little tired.

This difference can be felt immediately by Wuming - after all, if it were normal, he would be scolded and rotten eggs if he spoke less.

But now these people who "hate evil as much as they hate" are no longer interested in finding nameless troubles, and walk to the road absent-mindedly.Everyone is a little far away from everyone else, no longer talking to each other, at most exchanging glances occasionally.Some people would suddenly look up at the sky from time to time, while others would lower their heads and stare straight at the ground while walking hurriedly.

This phenomenon even continued to Godfrey's side.

Not only the civilians, but also the usual roars and cheers from the arena fell silent.Wuming went over and took a look, and sure enough, the sword fighting in the arena had stopped. There were only a few people in the audience, and the gladiators and faded ones didn't seem to intend to fight for these few people.

At the top of the arena, Godfrey had a stern face, while Selosiu had a sad look on his face, a little timid.

"What's wrong?" Wuming finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked after seeing Ge Fulei's appearance.

Ge Fulei explained it to Wuming, and the answer was very simple——

People are still immersed in the afterglow of the previous arrival of the spacecraft.

Although there is no information that Wuming has, the people in the junction have sorted out the casualties of more than 100 people, and can see the patterns, and some people have already guessed a lot of the truth.

Sword fights are something that people in the border areas love to see, but when they find out that they are being held down in a life-and-death sword fight, not many people will be happy and excited.

Some people can also see that the power of the spaceship and the power of the two fingers come from the same source. Thinking of this, the faith in their hearts collapses a little.

Serothio concluded:
"People think that the shackles around the neck are proof of faith. When they find out that the shackles are just shackles, they will be unhappy. They think that sword fighting is our hobby, but when they find out that it is just a circus that the superiors like, they will be angry."

Wuming finally understood:

"What do I think it is? That's it. I just found out that I was part of the plan of the superior. There is nothing to be angry about."

Wuming said: "Accepting one's own darkness and transcending one's own darkness can be called spiritual practice."

"You are very open-minded," Throthio said, "but not everyone can accept this."

At this time, every fighter felt a little wilted. When they discovered that there were many higher realms above their heads that were difficult to reach manually, the mentality of the fighters also changed slightly.Some people may be unable to recover and become depressed from then on, while some people will come out sooner or later and become stronger.

But at this time, everyone was a little tired, but there were quite a few that fit the criteria of the decadent, weak and beautiful man that Wuming was looking for.

Among a group of discouraged people, those who remain the same and lively are particularly eye-catching.Wuming also recognized a few familiar people inside.

Godfrey stood up, stood with Wuming and looked at the warriors on the arena.

He suddenly smiled with a serious face: "But everyone is not in the mood to fight, but I have taken advantage of your caravan and are all discouraged. Now no one should make trouble for you."

"These people won't be decadent for too long. Give them some time and they can always figure it out." Wuming said, "But what you said makes sense. I have to use this time to work quickly."

Seeing that Wuming was about to leave, Ge Fulei said:

"Your caravan is doing good business."

"There's something in his words, Lao Lu." Wuming noticed the profound meaning in Ge Fulei's tone, "You want to collect taxes?"

"I have no business with such a delicate job as taxation." Godfrey said, "That's Selosio's business."

"Then why are you paying attention to my business?" Wuming covered his chest with both hands, "You don't want to fight again, do you? One digestive exercise is really good, but too much fighting would be too wasteful."

"I won't fight with you. I'm not in the mood right now." Godfrey sat down on Selosiu and looked at the fighters in the arena.

"When we first met, you told me about your philosophy." Godfrey said, "You said that when the scale increases, the masters will also increase. When there are more runes, the strong ones will also become More."

"The early days of entrepreneurship are so nostalgic." Wuming also sat on the seat in the arena, lamenting the days when he led dung beetles and sold them everywhere.

"You have indeed become stronger." Godfrey said, "Your caravan and your men are also very strong and strong. But I have not seen the warriors you promised who can surpass me. Sword fight The warriors on the field are not enough to touch me.”

Ge Fulei glanced at Wuming:
"What you call scale means you don't just use all the runes you earn to strengthen yourself, right?"

"Don't worry, I smashed all the big runes in Larcade." Wuming said, "Although it's not obvious, the average strength of the border area is indeed increasing. The fragmented monarch has become stronger, and ordinary people …”

Wuming looked at a person on the arena:

"The faded ones and the immortals without witches are no longer the same selves."

Wuming stood up and threw a beam of light in one direction on the arena, attracting the attention of the warriors below.

The warrior looked up at Wuming, picked up the giant alien sword in his hand, jumped lightly onto the stands of the arena, walked vigorously between the seats, and soon came to Wuming's side.

"It's really you." The soldier smiled when he saw Wuming.

"Magri." Wuming hugged the warrior, "You have come to Yatan, where is Nok?"

"She's not able to come because she's not feeling well," Magri said. "I'm here to participate in the fighting festival and make some money. These people don't have any fighting spirit, so they give me an advantage."

Wuming smiled, pointed at Magri and said to Ge Fulei:
"I feel more energetic now that I'm fighting for money."

Godfrey kept looking at the sword on Magri's shoulder.

"Sword skeleton?" Ge Fulei asked.

Magri was still a little nervous when facing Godfrey, and nodded slightly.

"Are you a descendant of Morn City?" Godfrey asked.

Wuming smiled: "No, it just gave us an advantage."

Wuming hugged Magli:
"You have fought opponents who have no fighting spirit. Do you want to practice with fighters who still have fighting spirit?"

"Who?" Magri said.

Wuming did not answer Magli directly, but said to Ge Fulei:
"This guy longs for your glorious deeds. When he first got the sword skeleton, he couldn't lift the sword. Now... do you want to try it yourself?"

"That's fine." Ge Fulei stood up, "The original battle is indeed worth remembering. Let me see if you have inherited the mantle of Jian Gu and let me enjoy it."

"I want to fight the legendary king?" Magri understood and was a little dumbfounded.

"Are you afraid?" Ge Fulei asked.

Magri hesitated: "Nok is waiting for me at home..."

"Only when you fight with your family on your back can you show your ability." Godfrey said, "Don't worry, little guy, just fight to your heart's content. I'm just trying you. You're not enough to make me lose my mind."

Wuming threw a bag of gold powder to Magri:
"I'll revive you if I'm really dead. Just worry about fighting."

With Wuming's guarantee, Magri no longer had any worries and immediately became excited.

The warriors who come to the King City Arena to fight basically all have a dream, which is to stand in front of Ge Fulei and challenge the war king in person.

The king who only appeared in childhood legends stood in front of him and personally asked to fight him.Even if it wasn't a fight to the death, Magri could hardly contain his excitement. The sword in his hand was about to move, as if he was clamoring for a battle of revenge that spanned time.

Wuming watched Magli and Ge Fuli walk down from the auditorium, face each other in the arena, and turned to leave.

"Aren't you going to continue reading?" Selosiu asked.

"I'm busy. I don't have time to watch sword fights. I earn hundreds of thousands per second." Wuming waved and left.

He paused and smiled at the two people in the arena:

"And there won't be any suspense about the result. Lao Lu will come to the same conclusion as me - he is worthy of Sword Bones." Wuming left the arena. Ge Fulei's words reminded him that Yatan must be eliminated as soon as possible. The runes here are sent out.

At first, Wuming was planning to distribute the big runes in the Yatan area to Wangcheng himself, but Godfrey had just returned, and there were too many more important things to deal with in Selosiu. The people of Wangcheng were not short of money. There's no rush.

But now that the royal city has been demolished and many golden people have been displaced, some runes are needed to appease them.

Wuming decided to leave this matter to Mengt.

"I have been the king of Rodel for so many years and managed the royal city impeccably. Is it okay to leave this job to you?" Wuming asked.

"It can't be done," said Mongot.

"It can't be done?" Wuming asked, "Why can't it be done?"

"You're going to lose a lot of money," Mongert said.

"The big runes were smashed."

"I'm talking about extra money." Menggert said, "We can't guarantee that no one will claim it falsely. If the remaining people come to claim Runes, you will have to pay it back yourself."

"Can't guarantee it?" Wuming frowned, "That's why I'm worried about this, so I leave it to you people in power to run it. Didn't you establish a household registration system?"

"At least I haven't heard of it." Menggert shook his head.

"You don't need household registration to govern the royal city?"

"Having faith is enough." Menggert said, "And there will be no ingress and egress in the royal city during war, as long as necessities are distributed according to rooms."

Menggert said: "But if you use benefits like runes to seduce others, then your faith will loosen. People will no longer maintain their original morals and lose their dignity."

"Is this the theory of the Golden Law?" Wuming said.

Mengt nodded: "Our hostility to merchants is not without reason. Without merchants, Rodel lived very well."

"This moment was the other moment, and now there is no Rodel."

"Isn't this also your fault?"

"Your father is more responsible." Wuming said he would not take the blame.

Menggert could not refute: "Anyway, distributing runes is useless, and I don't think it is a good thing."

"Isn't it a good thing to send runes?"

"The people of Yatan are already very rich and don't need more runes. You might as well distribute more to the border areas." Menggert said.

"It's very impressive." Wuming said, "But I refuse, and I will send the runes to the Yatan people."

"What are you planning on?" Menggert couldn't understand Wuming.

"Children make choices, I want them all!"

Mengt still couldn't understand and was a little confused.

"The sun doesn't selectively shine on others." Wuming clasped his hands behind his back and prepared to walk away.

"By the way, the person from the Round Table Hall who was imprisoned before." Menggert said, "Someone came to ransom him and said he hoped to meet you and wait in your caravan."

Wuming went back out of curiosity and saw Alperich standing dejectedly behind a chair. Sitting in front of him was the eye-catching Sir Gideon Ofnir.

"Isn't this the leader of the round table? Why, come to my new round table to pay homage and learn?" Wuming laughed and stepped forward, as if he was still worried about being kicked out of the round table before.

"This is just a caravan, not a round table." Sir Bai Zhi responded calmly, sitting calmly on his chair.

"We have witches, teachers, businessmen, fading people and two-fingered people here. Why isn't it a round table?" Wuming said.

"I heard what Alperich said about the two fingers. You are really brave." Sir Bai Zhi said, "You still dare to raise two fingers."

"Stop using chicken feathers as arrows." Wuming said, "The royal city didn't give us any trouble."

"The Royal City cannot determine the life or death of Two Fingers." Sir Bai Zhi said, "The Golden Dynasty belongs to Malika, and Malika belongs to Two Fingers. The personality of Two Fingers is above the Royal City."

"I don't think so." Wuming sneered at Baizhi's statement.

"What is your understanding?" Bai Zhi asked.

"I'm a businessman. The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish, right? Things are more valuable when they are rare." Wuming said, "There is only one royal city, but there are many in the two fingers."

"Is this your standard?" Baizhi was a little surprised.

"Is there any problem?" Wuming asked.

Baizhi stared at Wuming for a while:

"Sure enough, I'm still as stunned as I was when I first entered the Round Table."

"This is called as warm as the sun."

"But you are right about one thing. The royal city is more precious than two fingers." Baizhi said.

"Momochi?" Alperich behind him widened his eyes, "Are you not out of your mind?"

"I'm not the one with a bad brain." Bai Zhi said to Wuming without turning around, "We had some conflicts and misunderstandings before, but now it seems that cooperation is better for both of us."

"Ah?" Wuming didn't expect Baizhi to come out like this.

Baizhi stretched out his hand to Wuming: "On the way here, I heard about Neferi. You saved her life. Thank you."

Wuming subconsciously shook hands with Bai Zhi:
"How did you just hear that Bai Zhi's information is really ill-informed."

Bai Zhi froze for a moment, withdrew his hand and prepared to sit back: "My ears and eyes are not as powerful as your men -"

Momochi's body suddenly became stiffer. He poked the ground with the scepter in his hand and turned to look at Alperich.

Alperich has a chair in his hand.There was nothing under Baizhi's butt, except for a pair of trembling legs.

Alperich glared at Baizhi: "Who asked you to say bad things about two fingers? Are you worthy of Granny Enya?"

Momochi exerted force on his hand, stood up along with the scepter, glanced deeply at Alperich, and walked to Wuming:

"As you can see, the round table is not monolithic. You can consider our cooperation."

As expected, Wuming only thought about it:
"I can't think of any place where the old round table would be needed."

"It's a round table," Baizhi said.

"In short, our new round table is booming now. It is a period of rapid development. Cooperating with you is not just a matter of dividing the benefits so that you can get all the benefits." Wuming said, "We have everything you have. I really can't think of anything that requires your cooperation." of."

"Your caravan is running well, and the people are very nice and funny." Baizhi emphasized the word caravan very seriously, "But it is not without hidden dangers. If you let it go, you will soon be unable to laugh anymore."

(End of this chapter)