The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 430 Cocoon Room

After the Shattering War, the kings once again formed an alliance, but this time it was no longer for destruction, but to restore order in the borderlands.

As the business environment gets better and better, unsurprisingly, the caravan has many more competitors. Many new caravans have sprung up one after another.

However, after experiencing the baptism of epileptic fire, Wuming's caravan has experienced hundreds of battles and will not be defeated easily again. With a little trick, he has maintained his leading position in the caravan.

The Eclipse caravan disappeared from the border area, turned into the dark, and became a supplier for other caravans. Because of good relations with the lords of various countries, Wuming can get the best prices and become the upper end of the supply chain.

Wuming sits behind the scenes, wearing a ceremonial robe, and is responsible for mediating the conflicts between the bosses of the caravans other than the Holy Tree, and helping other caravans solve their problems.

"I believe in the new policies of the Alliance of Kings, and the loosening of the business environment has made me rich." A businessman sat in front of Wuming with a serious tone, "I operate my business honestly, and I supply goods from your suppliers. Locally employ golden people. Two months ago, I had a competitor. He also hired employees, but their employees worked half as long as mine, and the price of their products was lower than ours."

The businessman lowered his head sadly:

"I followed the rules of the kings and only let my employees work eight hours a day. And that person used the extra money they earned to bribe the prosecutor. And my store could not pay wages because of the reduced customer flow, and it was on the verge of bankruptcy. .

"So I told my staff that we must go to the Holy Snowfield to find Mr. Wuming."

Wuming sat on the chair, rubbing the Lucky Cat, scratching the grooves on his helmet, and fell into silence.

The darkness in the room carried a kind of pressure that made the businessman unable to sit still and sweat dripping from his forehead.

Wuming's silence made the businessman a little panicked. He thought of the bribed prosecutors and hesitated whether to pay tribute to Wuming some runes.

Wuming finally spoke:

"You said your competitors make their employees work twelve hours a day?"

"Yes……"

Wuming suddenly burst into flames while holding the cat, and jumped onto the table:

"Damn it, you make people work for twelve hours a day. This is no longer an ordinary profiteer. You must hit hard!"

Wuming's exquisite and gorgeous robe was shaken to the ground by him, revealing the strong plate armor all over his body.

"Whose territory are you doing business in? I helped you bring down the businessman and the prosecutor." Wuming said.

The businessman was a little stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and immediately explained the detailed information.

Wuming immediately called Serui:

"You are responsible for this and improve the local business environment."

Serrui left, and the information was conveyed to the ears of the local superiors as quickly as possible, and an investigation was started.

"Okay, it's settled." Wuming smiled at the businessman, "Don't be afraid, the sun will give you justice."

Seeing Wuming's gentle tone, the businessman suddenly relaxed, wiped his sweat, and couldn't help the respectful smile on his lips:

"I thought you were a more serious person..."

"Whatever you do seriously, the sun is warm." Wuming gave the businessman a religious book, "Besides, the business environment is improving, which is good for everyone."

Wuming patted the businessman on the shoulder, encouraged him, and let him leave.

"You just can't fit into this outfit?" Michaela walked in and looked at Wuming's armor, "You obviously don't have to wear this every day."

"I'm used to it." Wuming said.

Wuming sat back comfortably:

"And it's not without crisis. Nowadays, many people are still questioning the legality of commercial activities. After all, it is inconsistent with the golden law."

"You just need to earn runes to rejuvenate the border area. I will help you debate the Golden Law." Michaela leaned on the table, the golden light in her eyes swaying along her eyelashes, "Don't worry, There is no one on the border who knows the Golden Law better than me."

"Life is getting more and more exciting and smoother." Wuming sighed with emotion.

The nameless runes are earning more and more, and they also have the top status. They can make rules, ensure their status, and then earn more runes.

Occasionally there will be problems with the supply chain, but with the relationship with the various lords, just write a letter and it can be solved.

The vendors of the Holy Tree are still under the control of Wu Ming. In addition to believing that this place will become the center of the world, it is also because the folk customs here are very simple. Even if Wuming is a big boss, he will set up a stall in the store on the top floor to sell goods from time to time.

Normally it is run by Patch.

Wuming hugged the cat and came to Patch's old store. Together with Patch, he used the familiar Patch squat to squat in front of a pile of small commodities:

"Is business good?"

"It's very good," Patch said. "We've achieved another growth of about three percent this month. We're making more and more money."

"That's great..." Wuming said, "...I have a question I want to ask you."

"The problem of restarting the caravan trademark?" Patch said, "It's still a problem of expanding the scale. Michaela is planning to pour the holy tree again next week to expand the holy tree. We can add about thirteen floors of space."

Wuming said: "You told me before that bad omens are indeed ominous things, right?"

Patch was stunned for a moment, then nodded:

"Yeah, why are you asking?"

"Why it's unknown, I can't remember clearly." Wuming said, "Tell me again."

"Evil omen is the product of life going berserk. The original form of life will be broken by the omen horn, and the huge vitality will cause life to mutate." Patch said, "This mutation will also affect the people around you. It is contagious and will cause deformities. more and more."

Wuming said: "Will the person who absorbs the cursed blood become more beautiful?"

"It's possible," Patch said.

"Is it possible?" Wuming didn't expect to get such an answer.

"Life changes," Patch said. "It can change for the better or for the worse. So it's possible that it will become more beautiful or taller."

Patch asked Wuming in return: "Why are you asking this?"

Wuming said: "It's nothing. I saw Michaela and was just curious about it. After all, he has absorbed a lot of curse blood."

Patch thought for a moment: "Michaela's domain is life, and can even drive away alien gods. Perhaps his control over life exceeds the power of bad omens."

"I've never seen him surpass me before." Wuming said.

Patch was a little impatient: "Oh, how to make Michaela look good is just a trivial matter. The sacred tree Michaela is right in front of you. What are you hesitating about?"

"Why are you hesitating?" Wuming was stunned.

Patch said: "Don't you see that Michaela is interested in you? You should marry him immediately, become a king, see the Dharma Ring, and unify the border areas."

"What do I do when I become a king? I am a businessman." Wuming said, "Let's forget about the small things like becoming a king. Now we should be doing big things, doing business."

"You've already paved the border area, and you still have to do business, and you don't want to talk about becoming a king, right?" Patch gave up his position and put a few objects in his hand into Wuming's arms, "Then do it. .”

"Where to go?" "Going to Tanith for a vacation."

Wuming said from behind: "The branches of the holy tree are too narrow to carry goods, and there are a bunch of oracle messengers. Remember to find a way to clean them up."

"No problem, let them disappear." Patch said and disappeared in front of the door.

Wuming sat down against the tree wall, stroking the cat in his arms, waiting for the guests to come.

The success of the business brings an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Earning runes, and then earning more runes, may be happiness.

With unspeakable happiness, Wuming leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, waiting until Michaela came over.

Michaela threw a medal to Wuming:

"We won the argument. From a legal perspective, the caravan will no longer be criticized."

"Thank you for your hard work," Wuming said.

Michaela sat with Wuming:

"Sir Bai Zhi and Mr. Golden Noodles are on the other side, but they are no match for me."

Michaela raised her chest slightly, with a proud expression.

"Awesome." Wuming said, "With your help, I am much smoother now. The border area is also more peaceful and happy than ever before."

"This is what I should do." Michaela said, "Those who are able work hard. This is the teaching of the sun, isn't it?"

"Does the Holy Tree also want to convert to the Sun Cult?"

"Why not." Michaela smiled, "The sun is not as vicious as those outer gods. I like your teachings very much."

Michaela supported her body, pressed her upper body forward, and put her face close to Wuming's helmet:

"If you encounter any problems in the future, you can rely on me."

"I really have a problem that I want to ask you." Wuming said.

"Just tell me, and the most talented man in the border area will answer your questions." Michaela said.

"When did you pull me into a dream?"

Wuming picked up the black cat, stared into the black cat's green eyes, and spoke calmly.

Michaela was silent for a moment, without much explanation, and her voice was a little low:

"How did you find out?"

"I always feel that there is something wrong with your behavior of finding Mengge without telling us." Wuming said, "If he can achieve your current situation, I can't imagine why you would hide it."

Wuming clasped his fingers:

"I didn't go back to the crown of the sacred tree, but Patch mentioned to me before that the branches had been paved into roads. But now they have become branches again. Patch himself has become a human being. And you, You absorbed more cursed blood, but you became like this, I can’t figure out the reason..."

"But these are just trivial details." Wuming said, "The most important thing is that it went so smoothly. Everything went so smoothly. I have been doing business for so long and I have never encountered such a smooth situation. There have never been any setbacks, and occasionally there are It’s a problem, that’s hardly called a problem, it’s more appropriately called an adjustment.”

"Isn't this bad?" Michaela asked.

"It's so beautiful, as beautiful as a dream, a dream like a bubble." Wuming said, "What a coincidence, you are a master of dreams."

Michaela sat in front of Wuming's stall, raised her legs, and rested her chin on her rosy knees. Her blond hair hung down and she looked at Wuming with a hint of resentment in her eyes:

"Do you like suffering that much? I gave you a happy life and fulfilled your wishes, but you are not satisfied."

"Pain...maybe really is an important part of me." Wuming thought of what Michaela once said about him.

"That is to say, do you want the world to fall into chaos?" Michaela stared at Wuming.

Wuming shook his head: "Of course I hope to have such happiness, but not in a dream."

"What's wrong with dreams?" Michaela said. "Even if it's false happiness, is it evil?"

"It doesn't count." Wuming said, "But I am very busy and have many things to do. If you keep me trapped for too long, my business will be ruined. Let me out. How long have you trapped me?"

"If you're worried about business, don't worry," Mikayla said.

"What do you mean?" Wuming was confused, and then hesitated, "You...you don't know how to do it, right?"

Wuming asked: "You didn't just pull me into a dream?"

"Just to pull you into the dream, do I need to use Meng's power?" Michaela said, "You ask me when I pulled you into the dream, it's very simple - when I obtained Meng's power. .”

"So you have indeed obtained Mengge's power. Originally, you could already pull almost the whole world into a dream. Now..." Wuming murmured, "You have pulled everyone into a dream?"

"I just want to create a beautiful world," Mikayla said, "a world without pain and where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant."

"Remember what Chappolili said?" Wuming said, "It's useless for you to do this. As long as life still exists, contradictions will not disappear."

Michaela raised a smile:

"The incident of epilepsy has indeed given me a lot of inspiration. It is meaningless to just let all living beings live in dreams together. It will not alleviate the pain."

"What did you do?" Wuming asked.

Michaela got up and walked out of the store:

"I don't agree with Dianhuo's approach of integrating life into one, but I also admit that the existence of barriers will make life painful. So I am going to do the opposite -"

The surrounding space changed, and Wuming felt himself being pulled to Michaela's side, standing in front of the fence, looking down at the sacred tree.

In the originally bustling Holy Tree, everyone was prostrate on the ground. A cocoon-like substance separated from everyone and wrapped them in reverse, just like the giant cocoon that Michaela originally lived in.

Oval-shaped cocoons hang densely on the sacred tree, like sleeping eggs hatched by an owl.

This was just a symbolic scene, but Wuming had already understood what Michaela meant.

Michaela said: "Let everyone fall into their own dream, and let the gap be large enough not to conflict with other people. Each consciousness independently falls into the dream I prepared for them, which is the same as reality, but different Then there’s that tragic reality. In their own world, everyone can achieve their wishes.”

"How many days will everyone sleep together and then starve to death?" Wuming asked.

"Don't worry, the golden people will not die," Michaela said, "and I can control them to sleepwalk and carry out necessary activities. They will not lack physical nutrition, and their souls will become stronger because of the nourishment of dreams. .”

Michaela leaned close to Wuming and climbed to Wuming's chest with both hands:

"Please believe me, I am a man of God, and my laws can lead the borderland to a new future."

Wuming was silent for a moment and said:

"I advise you to let go of this dream. Your dream is missing something important."

(End of this chapter)