The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 358
The villagers stared at Magri and Nok without saying a word.

After a long while, someone finally broke the silence. The person stared at Baby Nok with a scary expression:
"This child is not blessed?"

"We are the faded ones." Magri stood in front of Nok, "You should have known this for a long time, right?"

Magri's words were considered an admission, and the faces of the villagers changed again, becoming darker and darker.Even with some fear.

"It's different, that's different..." the villagers murmured.

Others whispered: "An unblessed birth, this is an unblessed birth..."

The whispers intertwined together and turned into a suppressed noise, pouring into Nokmagri's ears.Although he couldn't hear it clearly, he could feel the fear, disgust, and a kind of instinctive hostility.

Faced with the strange and terrifying eyes of the villagers, Magri and Nok finally couldn't hold on any longer. They found an excuse and left in a hurry.

But suffering only follows and bites at one's throat when one escapes.

The next day, Magri discovered that people in the village began to deliberately stay away from them.If you want to buy something in the village, you will only get rejected.

On the third day, Magri went out and found a gap in the sheepfold, and several sheep escaped.

That night, Magri and Nok were awakened by a cracking sound in their sleep.

When Magri got up and took a look, he found that the window had been broken and several pieces of gravel had fallen into the house.

"This won't work." Nok said, "It seems that they will not forget about this matter, but are becoming more and more concerned about it. As more and more people know about this matter, more extreme people will definitely appear."

Magri was a little depressed. Faced with the behavior of the villagers, he was less angry and more puzzled.

"Why?" Magri said, "We are obviously faded ones and have not been blessed. Why do they care so much about whether the baby has been blessed by the golden tree?"

"I don't know." Nok said, "I'm not from the Golden Dynasty. But I know that if we don't resolve this matter, it will evolve into a large-scale conflict sooner or later. By then, you should be able to foresee what will happen. "

Of course Magri knew what was going to happen.There was large-scale bloodshed, and ordinary villagers were quite vulnerable in front of the faded warriors. If a conflict really broke out, it would only be these noble Rodel people who would bleed.

But in order to protect the baby and prevent themselves from being involved in an uncontrollable whirlpool, they must curb this wave as soon as possible.

Magri said: "Perhaps... I can go to King Jeffrey. As long as I become a furnace knight and an orthodox knight of the Golden Dynasty, they should recognize us. Our children should also be blessed. blessing."

"It's a way, but if you go to Godfrey now, will he still agree to you? After all, you rejected him." Nok said.

"That's not what I'm worried about." Magri frowned, "I'm worried that if I leave, the villagers will be bad for you."

"They can't beat me," Nock said.

"But can you protect the child?"

Nok stopped talking.

Magri said: "We can't live without each other now, or... let's move."

Nok said: "See if they have discs in their hands. With that thing, the communication efficiency of the people in the border area will increase a lot. An unblessed baby in the border area will soon be understood by most of the people in the border area." You know, and we were the only ones with the baby.”

"Then we have to find another big shot." Magri said, and also took out the disc, "I'm sorry, but I can only trouble him."

Nok looked at the disk:
"You really have to find him. Don't rush into trouble. I have to ask what's going on with that image."

Wuming sat quietly in front of Yuanpan and listened to Magri's explanation of the whole story.

"That's the thing. I can't leave Nok, so I can only come to you for help again." Magri said.

"The villagers have received it..." Wuming murmured, holding his chin with both hands and falling into deep thought.

After a while, Wuming finally raised his head and asked what was on his mind:
"Have you named the child yet?"

"Were you thinking about this just now?" Nok was stunned.

Wuming said: "I want to say that the villagers received the video of your child's birth, and then suddenly realized that this child does not have a name yet..."

"No, I haven't had time to think about it yet." Nok muttered, "I'm not in the mood to think about it now."

"Then what were you called before?" Wuming asked.

Nok and Magri thought about it for a while, and what you said to me——

"baby?"

"Baby?"

"Honey?"

"It's not important!" Nok suddenly burst out in anger, "Now we have to solve the child's problem! And where did this image come from!"

"I didn't release it." Wuming raised his hands in surrender to show his innocence, "This doesn't do me any good."

Magri said: "Could it be...the perfumer?"

"No." Nok replied.

"How are you sure?" Wuming asked.

Nok said: "In the images received by the villagers, the person who delivered my baby was a night person."

Nok lifted up his hair and revealed his pointed ears:

"What you showed to the perfumer were processed images, and the night people became golden people. But those villagers received the original images."

Nok stared at the unknown:

"I'm sorry, and I don't want to doubt you, but apart from you, has anyone else come into contact with the original images?"

"Impossible, except for me who showed it to the Yeren branch, no other living person has seen it." Wuming said.

Nok's eyes looked strange:

"Have you shown it to the Knox people?"

Wuming said: "I'll show them to them when I get back. I'll make a branch meeting in advance. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back."

"Are you sure no one alive has seen it?" Knock said, "Who processed the image for you?"

"Se Rui..." The tip of his ring finger rubbed the tip of the sword, "Could it be that this unlucky kid..."

Wuming stood up: "I'm going to investigate. Come to my caravan now. It's safe here. I will send someone to pick you up."

After Wuming finished speaking, he cut off the communication and went directly to Serui.

On the roof of the caravan's shivering coffin, a small blue-green cloud curled up.

That was a clone left by Se Rui, used to handle calculation tasks that were not yet heavy. Most of her body was now in the Lake District with Se Lian.

"Did you send out the image?" Wuming got straight to the point, his tone serious.

"What image?" Serui's clone asked.

"Let you deal with the image that replaces the night people with the golden people." Wuming said, "Don't be pretentious."

"You used my body to deal with it, right?"

Wuming thought about it and he indeed asked Se Rui to handle it before she left.

"We don't share memories," Serui said.

"Really?"

Se Rui said: "Memory is wisdom, or the essence that constitutes my existence. If you divide it into small parts, it will naturally cut off the memory." "You'd better not lie to me, remember to complete your work well." Wuming said, looking towards Leave the portal and prepare to go to the Lake District to ask Serrui about himself.

The portal lit up and Se Lian walked out.

The top of the head darkened, a dark cloud passed by, and the image of Serui's girl in the white dress also appeared next to Serian.

The expressions of the two people were surprisingly the same, their eyes were empty, their shoulders were slumped, and they were dull and stupid.

"You came just in time, unlucky boy, did you keep the file of the image I asked you to modify?" Wuming asked Serui.

"Keep it," Serui replied.

"Who asked you to stay?" Wuming glared at her.

"I remember," Serui said, "It won't be cleaned if the capacity is not full."

Wuming said in a deep voice: "Did you send it out?"

"No."

"Didn't you lie?" Wuming asked Serui.

"What's wrong?" Se Lian asked Wu Ming.

Wuming briefly explained.After hearing this, Se Lian said, "She doesn't have time to do anything else, I'm sure of that."

"Is your judgment professional?" Wuming said, "After all, this child is far beyond your and my intelligence."

Se Lian's eyes were a bit straight:
"She was fighting the full moon during that time. This was her 'mission', something written into her destiny, and she would not neglect it."

"Just because you won't neglect it, doesn't it mean you won't send a video?" Wuming asked.

"If you have some spare time, you can indeed do it." Se Lian covered her face, "But she lost."

"Lost?" Wuming's attention finally shifted away from the matter of Nok's baby, and he looked at the dejected two people with some surprise, "Man Yue, so powerful? How did you lose? Serui's firepower is so strong."

"The firepower is very strong." It was Se Rui who answered Wuming, "But it's useless against the 'Full Moon'."

Ser Lian explained: "Renara's full moon magic can eliminate other magic, just like your forbidden magic ring, but her full moon can move and attack others. Ser Rui was chewed by the full moon several holes, But it can’t attack Lenara.”

Se Rui was dejected: "If the calculation power were higher, maybe we could finish analyzing her full moon magic before the defeat was determined. But I have already consumed a lot of power by you, and I still have some power left to maintain the communication magic. There is no time to analyze, Several pieces of my body were dissolved by the magic of the full moon, making it even more difficult to think..."

Se Rui sincerely opened his tearful eyes:

"Please let me take back my clone and try again. This time I will definitely be able to defeat Full Moon——"

"Take it easy, I don't have time for you to play now." Wuming decisively refused.

"This is not a joke, it's my mission——"

Se Rui said, seeing Wuming's cold eyes, he stopped talking.

Wuming said: "You have also heard what happened. You are in charge of the projection communication network. Can you find out who sent this message?"

"I'll try." Serrui returned to the coffin dejectedly, absorbed the clone's body, and began to analyze the source of the projection magic.

Serui said to Wuming:

"These images were spread among villagers. They seemed to spread spontaneously."

"Spontaneous transmission should also have a source." Wuming said, "Can the source be found?"

"Yes." Serui said.

"Who sent it?" Wuming asked.

"There's no way of knowing," Serui said.

"Unable to know?"

Se Rui said: "This magic circle can only transmit projections. The function of recording images was developed by us later. There is no function of recording who used the disk, and there is no positioning function."

Wuming said: "That means we know that someone posted this video, but we don't know who posted it?"

Se Rui said: "Based on the content a person sends, you can judge a person's information, judge a person's social circle, and based on the environmental information they inadvertently record, you can make inferences. But this person...or this Yuanpan's account , only sent this one image. Without more information, I can’t judge.”

With a click, Wuming clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand and dug the scabbard into the ground.

Se Rui said: "I tried my best, please be gentle when you strike."

Wuming sighed: "I don't mean to hit you, I'm just a little annoyed. I feel like someone is doing something behind my back. I wanted to take the opportunity to promote our relationship..."

Wuming thought for a while: "Can you add identification and geographical tracking to the disk?"

"It will be a lot more complicated and troublesome." Serrui said, "Of course it can. But this is not the domain of the magic circle - how do you match the disk with the individual? Do you have to secretly turn on the projection function of the disk to watch directly? That will greatly increase consumption. , and was found to be in greater trouble.”

"You don't need that level of privacy, as long as you can narrow down the scope somewhat." Wuming said, "For example... it's bound to a specific account."

Fortunately, it is still in the pilot stage, and the number of disks distributed is not particularly large.Wuming asked Serui to modify the magic circle, re-engraved it on the disc, and matched it one-to-one with the household registration sent by Baizhi.

After that, you just need to use the excuse of upgrading your equipment and get a new one for free.

"But these can only solve the future, not the past, right?" Wuming confirmed to Serui, "I still can't find the person who spread the projection."

"Can't find it," Serui said.

"Then you analyze it for me day and night and monitor the disk at all times." Wuming assigned Serui a heavy task and went to settle Nok and the baby first.

Magri didn't need to be resettled anonymously. As soon as the caravan arrived, he found some work for himself, and he went with the hybrid and the Son of Omen to carry the huge stone materials for rebuilding the royal city.

"Why don't you go and accompany your wife?" Wuming said.

"I'm sorry for always troubling you." Magri said, "I have to help you too."

"It's not that bad for your strength. If you feel bad about it, just pay. You have a lot of runes, right?" Wuming showed his hands to Magri, "Accommodation fees and so on."

Magri gave the runes to Wuming:
"But it's also what you gave me..."

"It's all the same." Wuming said, "Rune is rune, the source doesn't matter."

Wuming looked at Magri's tired expression after running through the night, and sighed:
"How could it be like this? I would have told you to stay underground. What do you think this is for?"

"There is no way." Magri said, "Both Nok and I think it is better for the future if our children live at the foot of the Golden Tree. Being close to the Golden Tree, the air is full of gold power, and all kinds of supplies needed for life are more convenient. It’s safer to buy it.”

Magri smiled bitterly: "Although we had imagined various difficulties and thought of solutions before deciding to have a child, the actual situation is still too complicated. I didn't expect that there would be such problems and pitfalls."

Wuming looked at Magri's strong and tough physique, but now he lost a little weight:

"You are considered to be powerful warriors, and you all have such virtues. Others... you go and spend time with your wife and children, and I will help you."

"How can I help?" Magri asked. "Nok and I have no clue at all. Even now, we don't actually know what happened."

"I've seen this kind of thing once in Stone City. They probably dislike your child for being unorthodox." Wuming said, "Then give your child a correct name and find a way to have him carved into a golden tree and his soul recorded in the golden tree. Medium. I’m going to find someone.”

"Can I give him the blessing of the golden tree?" Magri asked.

"I don't know, but since that guy is called the Blessing King, there should be some way." Wuming hummed.

Wuming was looking for Mengt. As the most active demigod in the Golden Dynasty, he now manages all kinds of things in Yatan.

If we say who is most likely to solve this problem, Menggert is the most promising.

(End of this chapter)