The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 44 The Man in the Tin Sheet

For people whose souls are immortal and can be reincarnated, death is not the scariest thing.

The body dies only because the soul loses its temporary abode, waiting to be awakened again.

Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, the warriors of the Golden Tree are extremely brave and fearless of death, and the people of the Golden Tree will welcome back to the tree safely.

Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, dying like a ghost, or being imprisoned and unable to return to a tree is the most taboo and most frightening thing.

Just like a tree has strong vitality and a long lifespan, the power stored in the giant tree is huge and stalwart, but it is still afraid of a cluster of small flames.

Looking at the dark red vortex in Wuming's hand, and watching the Kaidan mercenary being stuffed into another person's soul, everyone present realized one thing.

The person in the iron skin in front of him can control the soul.

He can transfer souls, tear them apart, or imprison them somewhere forever.

Realizing this, the few Kaidan mercenaries who were still stubborn and hadn't surrendered immediately knelt down.

No one wanted to die, they lost their will to resist and trembled.

Even in the Ailey church, the nameless employees looked at him with strange fear.

The few Kaidan mercenaries who finally surrendered said tremblingly:

"We are willing to surrender and respect you as our master."

Wuming didn't care that the scene was strangely quiet, he saw Kaidan mercenaries surrendering, and expressed his satisfaction:
"Just be willing to surrender, follow me, and have meat to eat."

The Kaidan mercenaries were all relieved. They looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

At first I thought it was just bullying a small caravan, but I didn't expect to encounter a monster beyond imagination.

They were originally free men on horseback, but now that the horses are gone, they can only serve as slaves.

Wuming hummed a little song, and selected the strongest horses to put in front of the chariot.

Now there are eight horses in front of the golden chariot, all of them are fat and strong.

After packing up his carriage, Wuming asked the mercenaries:
"Okay, now that you have admitted defeat, let's talk about the next important question - how much salary do you want?"

"Salary?" The mercenaries were suspicious, "Do you slaves still get paid?"

"You guys wanted to be slaves, and you don't need wages." Wuming said, "That's easy to say—"

"No, no, no, we don't want to be." With a quick response, You Ling quickly denied it.

"I don't want to be a job and I don't get paid." Wuming said, "I heard——you robbed me of a lot of money?"

The mercenaries lowered their heads:

"This... we have already spent it all."

If these people could save their money, they wouldn't be living on horseback.Barbarians always spend money when they have money, earn money when they spend it all, and grab it if they can't earn it.Burning, killing and looting is the first compulsory lesson they learn from birth.

Nameless thought for a while:
"You guys will be the security guards. You will be responsible for guarding my store. Your wages will be the same as those of the immortals. When will my debts be paid off and when will I get the money. Usually it's the same as a mixed-breed table, and you guys have the same food."

"Mixed?" The mercenaries were a little annoyed.

These people also have a deep-seated disdain for hybrids.

Mixed races are natural slaves, and they are treated like slaves.

The mercenaries thought angrily: This man in armor said he didn't treat them as slaves, but he didn't get paid, and he even shared a table with the bastards. Isn't this still a slave.

But they didn't dare to talk too much. After all, they were expected to be slaves, and it couldn't be worse.

Wuming looked at the reluctant mercenary:

"You don't want to?"

Nonsense, do you even need to ask?The mercenaries scolded Wuming for having no common sense.

"No, I don't dare to have an opinion." They answered like this.

"If you have an opinion, just say it." Wuming said, "Employees are willing to give positive feedback, so we can improve."

Nameless said: "You don't want to be the same as the mixed breed?"

The mercenaries looked at each other and nodded cautiously.

Nameless said: "That's easy, let's have a table with the Immortal."

Immortals...

The mercenaries thought about it and immediately felt relieved.

Most of the immortals are former golden people, that is, ordinary civilians.

From slave treatment to common people, they are content.

"Work hard, I won't treat you badly." Wuming put down these words and returned to Ailey Church.

That night, a banquet was held at Alley Church.

Wuming has not returned for two months. In order to celebrate his return, to welcome Topus, and to celebrate passing through another crisis, a grand banquet was held in the church.

The mercenaries were also fortunate to participate in the event, but when their dishes were served, they found that almost all of them were vegetarian.

"I obviously smell meat, where's the meat?" The barbarians who are used to eating meat looked around.

They saw that the mixed races were feasting on big pieces, and they ate all the dishes that Wuming personally cooked with precious spices.

"What's going on?" The savages were dumbfounded, "What about sharing the same meal with the immortal?"

They immediately went to see the meals of the immortals.

It is indeed a vegetarian dish of one water.

"What's the situation? What's the situation?" The mercenaries were puzzled.

They pawed at the food on the plate, trying to make sure if there were any expensive dishes that they didn't know.

The conclusion was that it was all cheap vegetables with just some lard as a garnish.

"What's going on here?" The mercenaries finally couldn't bear it any longer, and grabbed a long-lived man, wanting to ask for clarification.

The Immortal had clashed with the mercenaries a few hours ago, and he didn't like them.

"What's going on?" the Longevity asked impatiently.

"Why are the meals all vegetarian?" the mercenary asked.

"Who are we?" The Longevity asked back.

"Immortal?" The mercenary was puzzled.

The immortal patted his stomach:
"Two months ago, my intestines were still a rag, and I would even leak out when eating. Now my body hasn't recovered for a long time. Of course, I should eat something light and easy to digest."

The mercenary was speechless, choked for a moment, and pointed at the hybrid:

"How can they eat meat?"

"They are hunting, manual labor." The longevity man said, "The boss means, eat more when the work is heavy, and work when you are full."

"They're hybrids..." the mercenaries murmured.

"I'm just an immortal." The immortal glanced at them, "I'm not entitled to the help of a witch."

He took a bite of the dish, chewed it slowly, and savored it slowly:

"Just eat what you have and be content. You are lucky to be able to taste food again."

For the long-lived people whose bodies have just recovered, vegetables are already delicious, but for the mercenaries who are used to eating meat and drinking alcohol, this is obviously not much enjoyment.

But this treatment was what they asked for, and in the end they could only put the vegetables into their mouths with a bitter face.

At least the people who cook are good cooks, they reassure themselves.

Although there is no meat, but because it is a banquet, there is wine.

Several immortals brought several jars filled with clear liquid.

This is not actually wine, it is a kind of water made by the immortals by mixing the Attilia leaves and water lilies they collected into water.

It can replace general drinks in many effects.

The mercenaries ordered the most drinks to ease their depressed mood with booze.

But emotions are emotions, and the depression cannot be evacuated. Some barbarians were soon distracted by the drink and started to stir up trouble.

The fear engraved in their souls made them dare not find fault with the unknown, the immortals were quiet, and the hybrids could not leave their bodies with swords when eating meat.

They set their sights on Burke.

"Why is there a demihuman here?" The savages drank wine and provoked Burke.

As the only demihuman in the Alley church, and with a thin body, Burke didn't dare to resist much, and endured it silently.

"I heard that the demi-humans have bad brains. Is it true?" Manzi laughed. "I heard that you use staffs as sticks. Is it true?"

Burke muttered, "We can use magic too, but we forget when we are emotional."

"If you forget your IQ when you're emotional, you're still stupid." Manzi hiccupped, and the hala came out from the corner of his mouth.

Burke was cowardly by nature. Although he was angry, he didn't dare to go forward and scratch others, so he could only wrinkle his face into a ball in aggrieved way.

The barbarian looked closely at Burke's wrinkled face:

"You are really ugly, look carefully, isn't this uglier than a mixed race?"

"I'm not ugly!" Burke suddenly frowned, grinning at the barbarian.

Scared by Burke's fangs, the barbarian fell back, his body drugged by alcohol couldn't control it, he sat down on the ground, and shot up again with a howl.

There happened to be a quick sharp stone on the ground, and it happened to be inserted into a suitable position, and half of Manzi's face turned green immediately.

The rest of the mercenaries just laughed together when they saw their companions being unlucky, without mercy.

The voices of several strong men laughing in unison were too loud, attracting Wuming's attention.

"What's wrong?" Wuming came over.

The drunks immediately restrained themselves, not daring to speak.

Wuming saw Burke biting his lip, with tears in his eyes:
"what happened?"

But Burke was ashamed to open his mouth and stopped talking.

Wuming took out a branch from his bosom and pointed at the strong man: "You tell me."

The pink light enveloped the burly man, and the burly man's originally blurred expression became even more stupid, and he explained in detail what happened just now.

After Wuming heard the matter, he looked at Burke and then at the mercenaries.

"That's it." Nameless said.

Hearing that Wuming didn't care, the mercenaries present heaved a sigh of relief.

Nameless said to the mercenaries again:

"You don't seem to be able to drink much. Anyway, the security guards should be vigilant at all times. The supply of drinks for the security guards will stop in the future. It is enough to replenish energy with meals."

These words made the drunks suddenly froze.

Of course not all the mercenaries who came to provoke trouble, but because of them, all security guards stopped serving drinks...

How will they be dealt with by their peers?

The savages looked at the companion whose ass was pierced by the stone, silently stretched out their hands to cover their own ass.

The mercenaries walked away despondently, leaving only Burke huddled in a corner and weeping silently.

"Why are you still crying?" Wuming carelessly approached Burke and handed him a glass of wine.

Burke took the wine, didn't drink it, and lowered his head:
"Master... am I ugly?"

"I don't think so." Nameless said.

Burke's crying face became even more distorted:

"Master, you are a good person, I know this is to comfort me."

"No, I really think so." Wuming said, "Look, you are a subhuman, but not a human. Our aesthetics and race are different. How can I use my own standards to evaluate your appearance."

He raised his wine glass and poured wine into the gap of the mask:

"Can I judge whether a wine glass is beautiful or ugly?"

Burke said, "You think all demihumans are ugly?"

"What do you understand?" Wuming patted Burke on the head, "I don't care about these things, I can't tell what is beautiful or ugly, I can't taste the taste with my tongue, my body perception is slow, my perception is different from others , I don’t care about these things anymore.”

Holding the wine glass, Burke stared blankly at his demihuman face reflected in the clear water:

"So you're saying, you just don't care, I'm really ugly."

Nameless felt helpless:

"You child is stunned. Are you ugly among your demihuman companions?"

Burke showed a smile that was uglier than crying:
"Yeah...except my mother, no one has ever praised me for being good-looking."

Wuming took a closer look at Burke again.

After studying it for a long time, Wuming still gave up.

As he said, Burke was a demihuman, and he really couldn't judge the beauty or ugliness of a demihuman.

Just like a long-lived person, a pustule rises on his face, he will think it is ugly.

But if it's a slug with a blister, he doesn't think it's ugly at all.

Wuming earnestly enlightened Burke:
"Don't you see that we don't think we look strange? Do you think humans are good-looking? There is no way to judge the difference between species. Do you think that humans will be in heat with a fish?"

Burke looked at Wuming with tears in his eyes:

"But... I think human beings are really good-looking. And human beings really think I'm ugly."

He muttered to himself: "If I can become human too, if I can be reborn..."

Wuming looked at Burke worried, not knowing how to persuade him.

"Ah, yes." Wuming hammered his palm, "You can just follow Haida, anyway, she is blind, she can't see you at all."

Burke still felt inferior:
"But this is just deception, self-deception. My appearance is always seen by others... I am here... No, I am the ugliest thing in the border..."

"Tsk..." Wuming became a little impatient, "You are really troublesome."

Burke shrank when he heard the nameless and impatient voice, crying:

"I know, I'm a troublesome, cowardly and ugly guy. You better give me up, I'm too ugly to be your servant..."

He looked into the distance, where there were no church lights, and it was dark:
"Either...or I'll go back to the cave, back to the darkness, I can serve you there, as long as I don't see the light of day alone, I won't scare others..."

Wuming was too lazy to listen to Burke's sad little words, so he grabbed Burke up.

He mentioned little Burke like a monkey.

"Let's go to Mengliu Cave." Wuming said.

Facing Wuming's rude treatment, Burke calmed down and said gratefully:
"Thank you, thank you..."

After a while, Wuming took Burke to Mengliu Cave.

There is no one guarding here now.

It was originally planned to be a second base, but as the business of Ai Lei Church became more prosperous and stable, and the manpower became more and more scarce, there was gradually no one to maintain it regularly.

Nameless lit a torch, inserted it into the hole in the rock wall where the torch was placed, and let Burke down.

"You think you're ugly, don't you?" Wuming said.

Burke blushed like a monkey's butt, but still nodded slightly.

Wuming took a few steps towards the torch:
"You look good."

Saying so, Wuming took off his helmet.

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After a long time, Burke and Wuming returned to Ailei Church.

This time, Burke was not being carried by Wuming, but was walking ahead, looking at the right path, and striding forward.

"Why did you go?" Patch asked strangely.

"It's okay, it's just that the master showed me something." Burke replied.

His voice is loud and full of confidence.

Burke proclaimed loudly:

"In the future, I will never belittle myself again! I will work hard and live hard!"

He looked at Wuming, his eyes were full of determination, but without a trace of pity:

"A person like me, what right do I have to complain about others! Right, master?"

The owner of Burke's iron sheet rolled his eyes:

"Fuck off."

　tga guessed one best director and one best adaptation in one year, all of them were selected, as expected of me

　　
　
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