The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 440 Please Be Patient

Half a year has passed since the battle with Marennia at the bottom of the sacred tree.

In the past six months, the situation at the border has been relatively stable and healthy, just as Wuming expected.

After leaving the holy tree, the residents relied on the runes in their hands and did not suffer. Although they had many arguments with the local residents over religious issues, they were all resolved without any danger thanks to the mediation of Michaela and Wuming.

"It went so well."

Wuming sat at the desk in the tent, looking at the various reports from his subordinates, and was so happy that he was a little skeptical about his life. He even felt that Michaela had bewitched him again.

"No, I have to go and confirm with him." Wuming didn't trust Michaela a little and stood up from the chair.

He took out a piece of pyroxene crystal and asked Serei:
"Where's Michaela?"

The wisdom of the stone, Serei, was projected in front of Wuming, like an immortal pointing the way, leading to a certain direction:
"He's in the epilepsy ward."

Hu Village was tormented by epilepsy, and many of the pots here were moved elsewhere. But the big pot in the village that could make flowers grow can still be used. Wuming planted a large number of Yerro eyeballs there, which can be used to comfort the epilepsy patients nearby.

But that was during the Dianhuo period, and Wuming hasn't paid attention to that place for more than half a year.

"That ward still exists?" Wuming was a little surprised as he hurried to Hu Village.

With Michaela's ability, treating epilepsy should not be a problem. Wuming couldn't imagine that there were still patients with epilepsy after half a year.

"There aren't many patients left, but there are a few stubborn cases." Serei summarized the information, "You know those people."

"Who?"

"Merchant." Serui said, handing Wuming a letter, "When you go to Hu Village, take care of this matter."

When he arrived at Hu Village, Wuming met Michaela.

In the ward, Michaela still maintained that lovable image in front of others, kneeling in front of the bed.

The person lying on the bed was the former crazy fire merchant Rom.

Rom was in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, mumbling incoherently.

Michaela noticed Wuming coming over and turned back to smile and nod at him.

"I thought you could cure corruption," Wuming said.

"I can expel the influence of the Outer Gods," Mikaela said, "but the Outer Gods are concepts and are indestructible. Just as I cannot cure my sister's corruption, it will be difficult for me to cure his madness."

Wuming looked at the thin Roma. The merchants' strange clothes were colorful, but after lying in bed for a long time, the colors had faded and became darker, just like his face.

"I don't see how he has as much strength as your sister."

"Marienia's corruption stems from her most sacred golden body. As long as her most sacred body is not dealt with, corruption will grow." Michaela said, "If you can't remove the soil, what is supposed to grow will grow sooner or later."

Wuming asked: "What is the crazy soil? I forgot."

"Despair, anger, pain," Michaela said.

In the past, merchants who were active in large caravans were suspected of being related to paganism, and the entire nation was arrested and buried alive deep underground. So they uttered a desperate curse and summoned the insane fire.

Michaela said: "The hatred of genocide is the source of their madness, and the inextinguishable madness will respond to this hatred, giving the weak people the final power of revenge, the power to perish together."

Michaela asked Wuming: "What would you do if your people and your family were wiped out?"

"I don't know." Wuming spread his hands, "I don't have any family. My family tree only has one page. No, not even one page. I even forgot who I am."

Wuming put his hands in his pockets and thought for a moment:

"I'll probably fight my enemies to the death."

"Hatred is connected to the Outer Gods, so it can't be endless." Michaela said, "It's impossible to eliminate all entities of hatred. The more you suppress it, the more hatred will erupt until it consumes everything."

"It sounds like Chapolili's prophecy," Wuming said.

"The merchant was buried by the golden tree, the golden tree was hostile to the tower, and the tower was hostile to the golden tree again..." Michaela held her chin up, "Hatred will never end. The weak will wait for an opportunity and use pain to brew a great revenge. Sooner or later, it will destroy all traces of great civilization. The ending that Chapolili firmly believes in is not without reason."

Michaela held his chin with his hand, the flesh on his face squeezed together, looking quite sad. He looked at Wuming:

"My proposal has been rejected by my boss. Do you have any good ideas to resolve this spiral of despair?"

"I think it's unrealistic to solve all problems once and for all," Wuming said. "It's better to start with small things and solve them one by one."

"I'm doing it." Mikaela stretched out his index finger and flicked the businessman's head. "But asking a person to give up national hatred and family feuds? Easier said than done. It's so troublesome. I want to charm him."

Wuming also stretched out his iron-wrapped finger and flicked Michaela's head: "Even if it's troublesome, you have to do it slowly. Slow is fast! The long way is my shortcut."

Michaela rubbed her forehead and brows:

"Forget it, let's take a break and go see other patients."

Michaela and Wuming walked out of Rom's ward side by side to check on the other patients. The other epilepsy patients were not as obsessed as Rom, and their conditions were improving. They lived in the same ward with a good atmosphere.

Marennia was taking care of the patients. She had changed into a white nursing uniform and was wiping the pus from the eyes of an epileptic patient.

After half a year of recuperation, the signs of corruption on Malenia's face faded a lot, and she could open her eyes.

"Your sister is here too." Wuming said.

"She doesn't want to stay away from me." Michaela said, "That's good. Not many people are willing to take care of epileptic patients. She doesn't shy away from these things. We can ask her to help."

"I'm worried about your safety, brother." Marenia said, "You have no fighting ability and are very dangerous."

Michaela didn't refute and nodded:
"Okay, okay, it's time for the injection."

As soon as he finished speaking, a patient started shouting:
“I don’t want an injection!”

Before she finished speaking, Marenia had already turned the man over, pulled down his pants, and half of his buttocks were exposed. The powerful strength of the god-man made the patient powerless to resist.

"Please be patient," said Marenia.

"Greck has invented a new way of administering medicine - intravenous injection. It's very effective, stronger than oral administration and quicker to take effect." Michaela took out a specially made pure gold needle and injected the extract from Jero's eyeballs into the patient's body.

"The only downside is that some people don't like injections," Michaela said. "They always ask me to hypnotize them or have Marenia hold them down. After all, they are just civilians, not soldiers."

Marenia was somewhat indifferent to the patients' resistance:
"It was so cowardly. It didn't hurt that much."

"You're used to it after all." Michaela smiled and excused the patient.

In a few words, the patients stopped struggling. The strong anesthetic effect of Jero's eyeballs made them unable to move, and the pain was also blocked.

Michaela injected anesthesia into the patient and asked Wuming:
"By the way, why did you come to see me? You are a busy man, you wouldn't come to see me for nothing, right?"

"It's okay." Wuming said.

He originally wanted to verify whether such a happy world was just a dream. Now it seems that the world is still full of pain, but someone is trying his best to solve it.

"Oh, by the way, there is still one thing." Wuming remembered something and took out a letter.

"What is this?" Michaela asked curiously.

"A letter from the corrupt family." Wuming said, "It's been half a year. They need to renew the corruption in the corruption pool."

When Marenya heard this, her face turned green, as if she had been poisoned, and then turned crimson, as if she had been infected with scarlet corruption.

Half a year ago, when Wuming had resolved all issues at the Holy Tree, he promised the bugs that he would let Marlennia release corruption regularly to maintain their living environment.

"You really want me to release corruption?" Marenia found it hard to accept. "For us businessmen, integrity is our priority," Wuming said. "If we say we want to release corruption, then we must release it."

“I don’t want to pull out the needle!”

"Please be patient." Wuming said.

Malenia looked at Michaela, pitiful.

Michaela spread her hands and said, "The bugs are quite pitiful. It's okay. I will heal you after you release them."

Pulled by Michaela, Marennia followed Wuming sadly into the carriage and headed for the sacred tree.

After the people of the Holy Tree moved away, it became a place where bugs lingered, and many of Gailed's bugs went there.

"You see, this is the problem." Michaela took Malenia and chatted with Wuming on the road, "I pity the bugs, and I pity my sister as well. But the two cannot coexist. My sister should not die, but should the bugs become extinct?"

Michaela twirled her golden needle:
"To participate in either side is to deny the other. It is natural to exterminate the weak. How can we face the suffering of the gold in the past? Shouldn't the weak be protected? My sister is also a weak person. Without my treatment, she would have rotted to death. But should I give up treating her?"

Michaela looked at Wuming with confusion.

I found Wuming was calculating this month's revenue, drooling as he calculated.

Michaela stared at Wuming, her confusion turning into resentment.

Marennia elbowed Wuming to remind him.

"Ah?" Wuming came back to his senses and wiped his saliva, "Oh, that's right, I think that the weak will perish."

"Is this the teaching of the Sun?" Michaela protested.

"I mean, blindly protecting the weak is useless." Wuming said, "The best way is to make the weak stronger. I protect the weak not because I feel sorry for them, but because I believe that I can dig out more runes from them - to dig out more potential and become strong."

Wu Mingyi spoke solemnly and confidently, appearing to be very confident, just like a priest spreading the sacred teachings.

After preaching, Wuming buried himself in the account book again:

“Don’t think too much, and don’t expect one person to carry the whole world on his shoulders. I’ve done that before, and it’s useless. Although I don’t feel like I’m trapped in a curse or a cage, I may have wiped out any hope that might exist. If I don’t carry everything, maybe my hometown can really find hope and direction.”

Michaela tasted a hint of bitterness in Wuming's plain words and fell silent.

Michaela was silent, Malenia was immersed in the mood of not wanting to bloom, Wuming was immersed in the account book, and the three of them had their own thoughts, and they were silent all the way until they reached the sacred tree.

"You actually came." The corrupt followers stood on the branches of the sacred tree, welcoming Wuming.

"Patch's old shop, mission accomplished." Wuming began to advertise to the bugs.

The corrupt followers didn't hear a word. They immediately fixed their eyes on Malenia who was standing at the back. A dozen of them were rubbing their hands together, while another dozen were raised in cheers and releasing silk to celebrate.

Looking at the flying silk threads, Marennia could not help but draw her sword, but she did not cut off all the silk threads after all. She said:
"let's start."

Malenia did not bloom, nor did she go deeper into the bottom of the holy tree. She pulled out the golden needle from her chest, cut it across her broken arm, and spilled blood into the depths of the holy tree.

A wisp of corrupt smell flowed out from the wound along with the blood, spreading to the depths of the sacred tree.

With her at the center, corruption spread visibly, and the branches beneath her feet were rapidly rotting, sprouting bright scarlet mushrooms.

Just as the branches under her feet were about to rot and fall off, Malenia stopped bleeding and put the golden needles back in.

Her face turned pale: "That should be enough."

"Thank you, Lady Marennia." The insects knelt down in front of Marennia's skirt, surrounded her and worshipped their god.

Malenia didn't want to be thanked by the bug at all, and looked around for her brother and Wuming's shadow.

But didn't see it.

"Brother?!" Marennia was a little flustered.

Could it be that the bugs deliberately lured them here in order to kidnap Michaela and force her to bloom?
Marenia was a little anxious, and without caring about the taboo, she picked up a bug:
"Where are Michaela and Nameless?"

Dozens of insects trembled with their hands and pointed to a place behind Malenia.

When Marennia looked back carefully, her vision went dark.

Wuming and Michaela were each lying on a big insect, and dozens of hands of the corrupt followers were touching them randomly and all over their bodies.

"What are you doing?" Marennia stared at the dozens of hands touching Michaela's body.

Michaela replied:
"The bugs said they wanted to repay us, saying their bug massage was unique, so I tried it."

Wuming felt it with full concentration:

"Here, there, hiss, ho—I can't feel anything."

"You're wearing armor, how can you feel it?" Mikaela grabbed the juice held by one of the corrupt followers' hands, "It's quite comfortable."

"Is it possible to combine bugs with massage?" Wuming asked Michaela for her opinion.

"Yes, there are too many people nowadays who think that massage is just a lewd thing!" Michaela said, "But if we use insects for massage, people won't misunderstand us! People are so busy nowadays, they need a massage from time to time."

Michaela waved to Marenia:

"You've worked hard, come and relax."

"No!" Malenia rarely spoke loudly to her brother.

Wuming jumped up from the bug, picked up Marenia, and threw her onto the bug while she was weak from bleeding, saying:

"Your brother is too petite. I need a report from a normal-sized person. Come and experience it, and remember to write your impressions."

Ignoring Marlenya's screams, Wuming started to settle his wages with Gwei.

“We’ve reached the limit of our silk production,” said Guevey. “There’s no corruption, the worms are slowly dying, and this is the limit of our production.”

"The demand for insect silk is not high now, so the finished products we make can be used for a while." Wuming said, "Do you have any other special products?"

Gwei thought about it and shook his head:

"I didn't expect you would be able to sell our products. Do you want shells?"

"Shell, what's that?"

"We found collected things in the mud bottom and along the seashore, like bones, which could be used to make weapons and decorations and things like that," said Gwei.

"It doesn't sound very solid." Wuming shook his head. "Mud bottom? You guys can really dig."

"You can always find something if you dig around. Anyway, we have a lot of bugs, but there's nothing special about them. We can't provide you with anything more. Of course, if you need a massage chair, we can get some more bugs."

"More..." Wuming pondered for a moment, "Maybe, more is enough."

"What do you mean?" asked Gwei.

"You can make full use of the advantage of the large number of bugs." Wuming said, "Why don't you help me collect things. You know the dung beetle? It's similar to that."

"Will you let us work as laborers?" Gwei said, "Yes."

Wuming quickly reached a new agreement with Gwei and the others, hiring corrupt followers to collect from ruins in various places.

"Let's just call you collectors." Wuming smiled.

(End of this chapter)