The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 360 Disaster Star
Lance Sanks looked horrified when he heard Wuming's words, and his eyes switched back and forth between Menggert and Wuming.

"Are you... playing such a big game?" Lance Sanks said.

"What a mess." Menggert couldn't help but roll his eyes at Lance and looked at Wuming, "What do you mean, child?"

Wuming said: "I am a businessman and also a marriage priest. I have brought a pair of faded people into a couple before, and now the influence of marriage has blossomed."

Menggert was surprised: "You mean... a new heir was born?"

Wuming nodded: "But now they are encountering difficulties, a big problem."

Mengt thought for a while:

"I heard before that you went to find someone who could deliver the baby to your father...what's the problem?"

Wuming said: "The child was born successfully, but he doesn't have a household registration."

"Not blessed by the golden tree?"

Wuming shook his head and sighed:

"Poor child, her parents didn't give her a blessing, so why should she ask for a blessing? But those Rodel people used this as a reason to persecute them."

He asked Mengt: "How can he be blessed?"

"This..." Menggert hesitated, "I'm not very clear either."

"Don't you care about everything?"

Menggert said: "I was locked in the sewers before and didn't come out until the Broken War. I'm not very familiar with the religious matters of the Golden Tree..."

Menggert admitted with some disappointment:

"Actually, I haven't been blessed either."

"I know this." Lance Sanks raised his hand, "I preside over the ancient dragon faith, which is regarded as a sacrifice. I have some connections with other sacrifices."

Lance Sanks gestured:

"Under the golden tree, use the Holy Grail to catch the dew drops and baptize the newborn. After the ceremony, the golden tree connects with the newborn to ensure that their souls are controlled by the golden tree."

"Do you know the ceremony?" Wuming asked.

"A little bit, but I feel that there is no need to worry about the ceremony - there are other issues that have not been resolved." Lance said.

"Then what's the problem?" Wuming asked.

Lance Sanks said: "There are no dew drops. In the era of grace, the golden tree would continuously drip dew drops, but now... haha, the elixirs who use dew drops are all extinct. I have never heard of them again." "

Lance Sanks held his chin:
"Speaking of which, I have seen several elixir masters before. They squat under the trees every day and wait for the dew to fall. Where did they go after the Shattered War? How come they disappeared all of a sudden..."

"Dew drops..." Menggert said, "No wonder, after the Shattering War, there were very few dew drops from the golden tree."

"Can any dew drop be used?" Wuming asked.

"What is needed is to let the grace penetrate into the body. As long as it is the dew of the golden tree, that should be enough, right?" Lance Sanks said.

"Then I can solve it." Wuming said.

Menggert looked sideways:
"You have enough dew drops to baptize a person? The golden tree usually only allows priests to approach it, so you still do this kind of smuggling?"

Wuming smiled and took out the disk:
"Get Patch for me."

Patch's image appeared immediately:
"What's the matter? He hasn't appeared yet, don't worry."

"I'm asking you about the cargo." Wuming said, "How many dung beetles do we have left?"

"Dung beetles? There are quite a few. After the scale of the caravan increases, the treatment and supplies of the faded ones are all handled by professionals, and we have a lot of backlog of dung beetles." Patch said.

"A lot? That's good!" Wuming smiled, "The beetles will be marketable again in the future."

"What are you going to do?" Patch was curious.

"The rules of the border area are that newborns must be baptized with dew drops to receive blessings." Wuming said, "From now on, this will be a maternal and infant product! It can not only baptize, but also nourish the body of mother and infant."

Wuming clenched his fist: "Red dew drops nourish health, blue dew drops nourish the brain. Dew drops from the blue bottle are delicious dew drops!"

"Well, that's good." Patch nodded and responded calmly.

"Come here, take me to the warehouse. Let's baptize Magri's child first." After Wuming finished speaking, he cut off the communication and said proudly to Menggert, "Not only the priest can get close to the golden tree, but also Dung beetles, this is how we got started."

Patch came over soon, but did not leave to take Wuming to the warehouse.

"Want to soak your body with dew drops?" Patch confirmed, "Maternity and baby products?"

After receiving Wuming's affirmation, Patch was silent for a moment and said:

"Can secondary processed teardrops be used?"

"You want to add water to the dew drops?" Wuming said, "Indeed, if we want to sell in large quantities in the future, it won't be enough without adding water..."

"If it's mixed with water, it may not work." Lance Sanks said.

Patch shook his head: "It just needs some processes to deal with it, just like we deal with the fragments of the Great Rune."

Wuming made eye contact with several people, and Lance Sanks spoke:
"None of us are professionals. It would be unreliable to rashly change the blessing process."

Patch said: "Then I refuse, don't even think about it, this thing won't work."

"What should I say?" Wuming said, "You seem to know something about the blessing ceremony?"

Patch said: "I don't know much about the ritual, but this dew drop... is a great tonic. And if you touch too much of a great tonic thing, do you know what will happen?"

Wuming asked: "Then how did the golden people baptize in the past? Could it be that the ceremony of the golden tree priest can remove the harmful parts? It's like a gangster picking out the shrimp threads before making them?"

Patch glanced at Mengt and said:
"Anyway, I can be responsible for preparing the dew drops. You should think about the ceremony first."

"Even if they don't know, I still have Bai Zhi." Wuming said.

Patch was curious: "Didn't Bai Zhi want to exchange the information about demigods with him? Do you have information about other demigods?"

Wuming also glanced at Menggert:

"Anyway, there is, don't worry about that."

With the tangible guarantee, Patch stopped talking and Wuming began to focus on the ritual issues.

"How to do the ceremony?" Wuming asked.

"Let the golden tree 'remember' this person. By communicating with the golden tree, the soul of the baby is imprinted in the tree, allowing them to integrate into the golden law." Lance Sanks said.

"Communicate with the Golden Tree?" Wuming frowned, "How to communicate?"

"Then I don't know. You should know better than me, right?" Lance asked Mongot.

Menggete and Wuming looked at each other and said solemnly:
"The Golden Tree has refused to communicate with everyone. We can't communicate with the Golden Tree."

Several people fell silent, and an awkward atmosphere spread.

Wuming said: "You mean that I just spent a long time looking beautiful and envisioning a new product, but it turns out that it can't be implemented at all?"

Patch hasn't left yet, fiddling with the spider's legs indifferently.

Wuming said to Menggert seriously:

"Seriously, please break the seal."

"No."

Wuming said: "Then how do you solve this child's problem?"

"Just get rid of the child."

Wuming nodded: "Well, that's a good method. If you can't solve the problem, just solve the person who raised the problem - are you serious?"

"I never joke." Menggert said with a serious expression, "This child is not blessed and is considered a cursed child. She should not have been born."

"You are also a child of the curse." Wuming said, "I am also a cursed person."

"Evil omens and businessmen should not exist." Menggert said, "Even if she is forced to be born, she will not have a good outcome. I am lucky, I am a member of the royal family, and the omen horns were not cut off, and I live healthy. I will spend my whole life in the sewers and will never be able to get out if there is no war.”

Menggert lowered his head and looked at his ape-like arms covered with hair:

"Perhaps it would be better to end the child's life before she is aware of her suffering."

"I don't understand why the Golden Tree is so taboo about birth." Wuming said, "I thought you just didn't welcome artificial life, why is this normal... Oh, this can be considered artificial life, right? Co-author But Fan Isn’t it okay to give birth?”

In the current situation, it is not the most important thing for the children of Nokmagli to be blessed, but Wuming has discovered that following this trend, promoting marriage in the border area will only be like a quagmire, and every step will be difficult. .He couldn't just look for Mongotte once he had a child.

"Why?" Wuming looked at Mengt and Patch, "Do you have any clues?"

Wuming even pulled Melina over, wanting to hear these people's interpretation of the Golden Law.

"This is the law set by mother, and mother can't be wrong," Menggert said. "That's not what Malika said in her motto," Melina said.

"You are such good children." Wuming covered his face.

Melina thought:

"But I seem to have heard some fragments... related to the 'Disaster Star'."

"Disaster?" Wuming, Mengt and Lance all looked at Melina.Lance Sanks' always careless expression also stopped, his eyes sharp.

"Some actions will offend the Supreme Will and bring disaster stars of destruction." Melina said, "I learned it from the stories circulated by some old people. It is said that the Cursed Son will attract disaster stars and destroy the earth."

"Disaster..." Lance Sanks' body trembled a little, his pupils flashed and swayed, as if he had seen something horrific in the past.

Mengt grabbed Lance's arm and shook her to regain consciousness.

"The disaster star..." Wuming thought of the star that destroyed the Knox people. That fear is still imprinted in the hearts of the Ye people, making them afraid to take any risks of possible exposure.

After thinking for a while, Wuming had no clue. He looked at Patch:

"What do you think?"

Wuming noticed that, caring about the three people, Pachi had no reaction at all to Calamity Star's words.

Thinking of Patch claiming to know the Supreme Will, Wuming wanted to hear Patch's opinion.

Patch was stunned and smiled when he saw Wuming asking him for advice: "Actually, it's not that complicated."

Patch pointed to the golden tree above his head:

"Why is Malika called the Eternal Queen?"

Mengt said: "Because the gods are eternal?"

Melina said: "Because the Golden Law defeated destined death and governed life and death, Malika is as eternal and perfect as the golden tree."

Wuming said: "Because she is a descendant of the Eternal City?"

Menggert and Melina looked at Wuming sideways:

"Who said that?"

"How do I know? I know nothing about the Golden Law." Wuming shrank his neck, "At least the two words overlap."

Patch said: "The golden law, the golden tree, is indeed the pursuit of perfection. Malika has constructed a set of cycles. The fallen leaves return to their roots, and the trees sprout new shoots. This cycle repeats, forming a set of eternal life cycles. Under the golden tree, , realizing that the only constant is change, completing the eternal state of flow, this is Malika’s Golden Law.”

Patch drew circles on the ground:
"Integrating into the golden law and joining this great cycle is a blessing. If you are not blessed and want to escape from the law, of course you should get out. Otherwise, if you stay here, aren't you destroying the cycle? You can only get in but not out. You can take it. If the benefits and contributions are not balanced, it will destroy the perfect cycle in the idea.”

"Just because of this?" Wuming said, "Just because of this, you want to kill the baby?"

"Strictly abide by it and it won't become like this." Patch said, "Under the rule of the Golden Law, the birth of children is also controlled. The reason why the midwifery technology has not been passed down is because this technology is completely in the hands of the royal family."

Menggert said: "That's true. It was the Faded Ones who made the mistake from the beginning. You shouldn't help them give birth without permission."

Wuming picked up two golden leaves from the ground and placed them on the peephole of his helmet:
"How do you tell if a person is blessed? Eye color?"

"It's roughly the same, but there are also some people who have golden power and golden pupils." Menggert pointed to the swollen eyes, and a little golden color appeared in the cracked eyes.

"That is to say, there is actually no particularly accurate way to identify it." Wuming said, "That's easy to do."

Wuming said: "Just take the child to receive the blessing and register it in the golden tree."

Menggert said: "I have already said that the golden tree rejects everything."

"They don't know." Wuming said, "Besides you and your father, who else among us knows this news? Do the Rodel people know?"

"I didn't disclose that although I was rejected by the Golden Tree and was not qualified to become king, admitting this during the war would shake the hearts of the people." Menggert explained very carefully.

"That's alright." Wuming clapped his hands, "Just fool them."

Meng Ge pulled a face:
"Is this the integrity of a businessman?"

"I'm not here to deceive, this has to be left to you - the King of Blessing who has deceived the people in the royal city." Wuming said, "Only you are qualified to announce and make people believe that this child has received a blessing."

Mengt's face turned even worse:
"You want me to deceive the golden people and protect someone who is not blessed?"

"Covering an unblessed child." Wuming corrected him.

Mengt was silent for a long time, his face uncertain.

Wuming observed his expression and said:
"Why don't you go visit the couple and the child first?"

Wuming led Mengt the way, taking Mengt through the caravan to find Magri.

Mengget and Wuming were walking in the snake-like camp of the caravan, feeling the eyes around them.There is a strange feeling.

After walking for a while, Menggert realized that there was something strange in the eyes of the people around him.

Their eyes - basically not looking at themselves.His current image of an ominous demon will attract people's attention wherever he goes.Here, Menggert walks freely without the pressure of sight.As if he were an ordinary person, blending comfortably into the crowd.

Menggert calmed down and silently reminded himself: This is where blasphemy gathers, and it is a suitable place for the Cursed Child.

"If I go see them, it won't change anything," Mongot said.

Wuming walked in front and said:
"When I wasn't a businessman, I was fighting in my hometown. There were also Round Table Halls, Faded Ones and witches there."

Wuming recalled the past:

"Warriors like witches very much. Witches can comfort them and help them become stronger. They are willing to do anything for witches."

"Just like the faded ones here," Mongot said.

"Absolutely." Wuming smiled, "After all, it is a rare comfort in troubled times. People are willing to fight, sacrifice, and... kill people in order to protect this warmth."

Wuming stroked the long sword in his hand:
"I'm different from them. I don't need the help of witches, and I've learned to forge on my own. So I'm not that dependent on witches... There are people who I relied on, but they are gone now. No matter whether I am trekking alone or I still have a heart for witches, in fact, I am not that dependent on witches... We all have the same willpower that drives us to complete our mission.”

Wuming looked at the person resting next to the carriage shelf and said:

"It's just that people who care about witches seem to have a greater chance of sacrificing others for witches. This is a very normal thing. Strangers are enemies. There is a reassuring consolation in a world where you and everyone are enemies. That person is his own world, and that world is more important than the whole world... For such comfort, why not destroy the world. Anyway, people in the distance have not seen or understood it, they are just symbols. Strangers are not people, It’s just a word called ‘stranger’.”

Wuming turned his face sideways and smiled at Menggert:

“People can’t betray their own world, right?
"People always seem to be unable to empathize with people who are far away, and their desires and emotions can only be left to those around them. So I think, maybe when you see the child, you will be willing to pity her."

Menggert looked at Wuming for a while and said, "I heard it. You were secretly saying that I'm cold-blooded, right?"

"How could it be possible? I'm so cold-blooded." Wuming waved his hands and smiled exaggeratedly.
"Limited by my own experience, the people and things I met, it is now difficult for me to empathize with a single individual. I am no longer a normal person, so I learn the emotions of normal people, to be precise. , I am imitating - how to laugh, how to be sad, and what attitude to treat others. Sometimes it is inevitable that I will try too hard or learn poorly.

"I said, you are very similar to me. You are a bad omen, but you are learning how to be a golden citizen. I, a person with diminished senses... am also learning how to be an ordinary person.

"We are all loyal to the environment we grew up in, which is not our own. It's just that I have lived longer than you, have met more people, and made more friends. They are all kinds of people with different identities. They all have it, not everyone has it.”

The ring finger pointed at the ominous hybrid in the caravan:

“They all have my friends, and because of my special status, I don’t belong to any of them.

"So naturally, I don't know how to take sides. I can only choose to let them all survive without taking sides."

The ring finger pointed at his own brain:
"For me, the witch I get along with day and night, your father Godfrey, you, the child, and even someone I have never met... these are all equally important. I can't sacrifice other people for a witch. Don't say that You people who can talk, I even hope that you can treat animals and weeds equally - just like the sun, just shine."

"Well said! That's how it should be!"

Melina suddenly came out and gave Wuming a thumbs up.

Melina hugged her chest and lost her temper:
"How come those guys who are ready to burn the whole world to death in order to save the witch are not as sensible as a businessman like you?"

"Are you here?" Wuming was startled.

"Actually, I also wanted to see the child, so I followed him." Melina said, "But I heard what you said."

Melina held Wuming's hand:

"Thank you. I never knew how to explain it to my husband. Thank you for speaking out for me."

Menggert muttered from the side:
"Aren't you still saying that I'm cold-blooded?"

"No, you all understood it wrong." Wuming said, "I just said that I want to treat others equally. I treat the Golden People the same as I treat the Children of Omen. So you should have the same treatment."

"What's the difference?" Melina asked.

"But if you are not the same and cannot get the same treatment no matter what, what will happen to me -" Wuming thought for a while, "I will probably burn it with fire, so that everyone will be equal, and all lives and The thoughts will all return to oneness, everyone will understand each other, and you will all gain the same identity as me - ashes."

Menggert and Melina's expressions became a little strange, while Wuming looked sideways.

"You'd better not do this." Melina glared at the boss with her only eye and took out the knife. "I'll give you a piece of advice - those who travel with fire will one day meet their destined death."

Wuming looked up to the sky and laughed, taking a step past the two of them:
"So you see, I am the cold-blooded one, or rather, my blood is boiling. Let's go and meet the baby."

(End of this chapter)