The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 441 Labor Needed
"Collectors..."

Gwei pondered over the new name Wuming had given them, seeming to be thinking about something.

"What's wrong? Don't you like this name?" Wuming said, "The Harvester?"

"No, I'm just curious why we've never been asked to do this before." Gwei's almost invisible eyes were sharp, "There have always been so many bugs."

"As expected of a bug, its brain works well." Wuming sighed, "The reason is simple. There wasn't such a shortage of labor before. We are short of labor now."

"Why is there a labor shortage?" asked Gwei.

"We have been promoting the marriage before. The weather has been good for the past six months. Guess what?" Wuming said leisurely, "The human reproductive cycle is much slower than that of insects."

“So too much manpower is being tied up,” Gwe said.

Wuming said, "It's not too much actually. It's mainly because Serui predicted that the demand for supplies and territory will surge in the coming period. I have to make use of the ruins from the war and the supplies scattered across the border as much as possible."

Wuming clapped his hands suddenly in realization: "By the way, you can call them scavengers."

"Forget it, let's just collect bugs." Gwei said, "We will try our best to help you, but don't be too optimistic. There are not as many bugs as you think. We lack the environment for reproduction, and many individuals have died recently."

"Oh, it would be nice if there were several Marennias." Wuming said, "Do you only have the ability to rely on Marennia to reproduce? See if I can do it. I can also be your mother."

"Your nature is more dangerous than corruption." Gwei crossed his hands and made several gestures of rejection, as if the golden tree was rejecting the thorns.

"People, we are short of people."

Wuming left with a sad face, wondering how to increase the labor force.

Puppetry can solve some simple labor problems, but more complex, more arduous, or work that requires a more flexible body still has to be solved by living things.

Wuming also experienced the cycle of prosperity and decline. He had conquered all the land in the border area, and it was no longer the time for barbaric expansion, so he had to be frugal.

How to use manpower more efficiently is the question that Wuming needs to think about now. If we rashly increase everyone's working hours, it may cause irritation; those repetitive labor tasks will also hardly improve everyone's enthusiasm and efficiency.

"Is there no way to make those unfortunate children grow up and become labor force immediately..." Wuming was distressed. When he sent Michaela back to Hu Village, he also held a video conference in Hu Village to brainstorm.

"That's easy." Se Lian understood Wuming's troubles and said he had a good solution.

"Do you have a solution?" Wuming was surprised.

"The answer is the realm of magic." Se Lian extended his index finger.

"Oh~ Magic Realm!" Wuming suddenly realized, "What is that?"

"That was in the past, starting from the highest bell tower of the college,
A magic circle covering the entire academy.

Vivid success stories are like moments of inspiration that make people realize them instantly.
It can make a baby who can't even walk grow into a magician."

After Se Lian finished his introduction, he looked at Wuming meaningfully:

"got it?"

"Yes... isn't it a little bit not so good?" Wuming seemed a little embarrassed, wanting to accept but not accept.

"Absolutely not." Millicent slashed a knife across Wuming's eyes, blocking Wuming's eager gaze at Se Lian, "What's the difference between that and Chapolili."

Millicent felt that as a solar warrior, she had to defend the caravan's bottom line and not let her teacher listen to the slander of those unscrupulous pyroxene magicians.

Millicent stared at Wuming seriously and sincerely:

"Teacher, have you forgotten what Chapolili did? We can't learn from them."

Wuming turned his eyes slightly and said, "Who is Xia Bolili? I am a zombie. I have a bad memory and I don't remember."

"No way." Millicent did not give in at all. Her knife followed wherever Wuming's eyes went.

Wuming was at a loss, his sight blocked by the knife, he looked at Millicent:
"What can you do?"

Millicent wilted: "No."

"In the end, there's nothing we can do." Wuming put his hands behind his back, looking very melancholy. He walked through Millicent's virtual image and turned to walk towards the sea.

Wuming stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the raging waves and splashing water, and he wished he could jump down.

If he could swim, he would have jumped.

"I have done all the good things in my life, but why is it that when I encounter difficulties, no god comes down from the sky to help me?" Wuming said.

Before he finished speaking, Wuming felt his vision darken.

He looked up sharply and saw a figure blocking the light of the golden tree and falling quickly.

Wuming quickly cast gravity magic on him to slow him down and pull him in front of himself.

"Did the Supreme Will really send me a savior?" Wuming pulled the person over in surprise, took a closer look, and found that he looked a little familiar.

There is a wagtail feather inserted in the pointed hat and a green gem under the brim, which is elegant and beautiful.

The exquisite leather jacket has a green-dyed belt design, which is also embellished with emeralds, making it a delicate and luxurious decoration.

"Roger?" Wuming was surprised.

Roger was caught by Wuming and was a little surprised. He then gave Wuming an awkward smile:
"I just tried to use my magic sword to climb the cliff, but the sword disappeared and fell down..."

Wuming stared at Roger and cried excitedly:
"Why did you come just now? You bastard."

"If you have something to say, just talk it over and don't curse." Roger stood still, feeling a little overwhelmed by Wuming's enthusiasm.

Wuming immediately stopped crying and said seriously:
"Stop talking nonsense. Where are my people?"

"Who?" Roger asked back, looking somewhat puzzled.

Wuming's eyes widened, so wide that they could be seen through the helmet:

"Don't tell me you forgot."

"Give me a hint?" Roger asked tentatively.

Wuming saw that Roger didn't seem to be playing dumb, and gnashed his teeth: "Where are the people? Where are my people?"

He lifted Roger by the collar:
"Where is the promised dead-born labor force?"

Roger suddenly realized: "Oh, about that incident, you have a really good memory. You still remember it after such a long time."

"Don't tell me you forgot." Wuming's eyes were bloodshot, and the sword had been pulled out and placed against Roger's neck.

Roger raised his hands in surrender, sweat dripping down his face:

"Don't worry, I didn't forget, but I've been very busy recently and don't have time to help you."

"Do you know that integrity is important?" Wuming couldn't believe it and felt that Roger was unreasonable. "Just because you're busy, you can't keep your promise?"

Roger sighed, "If these two things are really two different things, I will definitely help you finish the thing first. Unfortunately, if this thing is not completed, I can't fulfill my promise - I can't provide the Dead Born."

"It's not a good habit to make random appointments." The nameless sword moved closer.

"There's nothing we can do. Hunters are hunting the Deathborn." Roger said, "If I get you too many Deathborns, it will attract the Deathborn hunters. Have you seen the Holy Law of Correcting Death? Wherever the hunters stand, they will kill a bunch of Deathborns. So can the Deathborns be considered to have been killed..."

"Deadborn Hunter?" Wuming frowned, "Which bastard dares to mess with my business." "You've seen it too." While Wuming was thinking, Roger took a few steps back and dodged the long sword. "He dismantled your wheels."

"It's that kid." Wuming suddenly realized, "Didn't you save his life back then? Why didn't he let you go?"

"Faith is not something that can be easily given up." Roger sighed, "Besides, I helped Miss Feiya escape, and he hates me like crazy."

"Fia, who is it?" Wuming asked.

"You've seen the Round Table Hall. I've even held you in my arms there," Roger said.

"I'm a zombie and I have a bad memory." Wuming waved his hand.

Roger's eyes rolled and he said to Wuming:

"Ms. Feiya, it's the Dead Sleeping Girl."

"Oh." Wuming nodded without any reaction.

Roger continued, "She is called the Mother of the Deadborn."

Wuming was alert: "She can give birth to dead people? Are all these dead people born by her?"

"Since it's called this, there must be a reason for it." Roger said leisurely.

"I suddenly feel that this name is very familiar. We must have had a deep friendship and a close relationship before." Wuming said, "That Miss Feiya... Where is Feiya's mother now?"

"It's not far from here. I originally wanted to explore the way and see if this village under the cliff can provide us with shelter for a while." Roger said.

"Are you being hunted by the Deathborn hunters?" Wuming asked.

Roger nodded: "It's not a chase - D shouldn't be willing to kill us unless he has no other choice."

"I will protect you." Wuming made a prompt decision and spoke righteously, "How can we stand by and watch a beautiful girl in danger? It is the teaching of our Sun to help those in need. I, the Sun Warrior, will never sit idly by."

"Haven't you forgotten Miss Fia? How do you know she is a beautiful girl?" Roger laughed.

"I don't need to see, I know it too. A person with a kind heart is beautiful. Hurry up and take him over."

Wuming said as he picked up Roger, got on the freight elevator next to Hu Village, and headed straight for the lake area. Following Roger's instructions, they arrived at a ruin.

"Where is it? Mother Feiya?" Wuming looked around, "No one."

Roger squatted down and picked up a golden centipede on the wet ground, his expression somewhat solemn:
"Shit, it's coming so fast."

"The hunter is coming?" Wuming asked.

Roger nodded, and he turned to look at Wuming: "Not far away, please do me a favor, but don't..."

Roger was speechless. Wuming had already left.

Not long after, Wuming came running over holding a girl in a black robe: "Done."

Roger confirmed the identity of the girl in black robe. She had blonde hair and a delicate face. It was definitely Fia.

Roger felt relieved and asked Wuming: "Where is D? You won't kill him, will you?"

"I kicked him away." Wuming said, "This guy is so insidious, he was hiding in the fog. Fortunately, I have sharp eyesight and I saw at a glance that he was hiding in the fog and trying to attack me. I kicked him away with one kick."

"In the fog?" Roger was a little confused. "The black fog? When did he learn the two-finger move?"

"It's not black." Wuming shook his head.

"That's the silver one?" Roger thought, "The moves of the Eternal City? No, that fog is poisonous. How could he hide there..."

"It's not silver mist either." Wuming waved his hand.

"It's not black, nor is it silver. What kind of fog is that?" Roger said, "Frost fog? Poison fog? It can't be pyroxene fog, right?"

"I couldn't see it clearly, there was a bit of yellow mist." Wuming recalled.

"Yellow..." Roger thought for a moment, his face strange, "Isn't it a little black?"

"It seems to be a bit dark, grayish." Wuming said.

Roger looked at Fia, who was standing aside, silent and pitiful:

"Ms. Feiya, you don't have to do that. D won't kill us—probably not."

"You mix too much emotion into your judgment of your friend." Fia said softly, she took off her hood and gently peeled off the light silk on her shoulders.

A scar appeared on the white shoulder.

Feiya said: "Or you didn't expect his feelings for you."

Roger was confused for a moment, then surprised, and then a little sad.

Only Wuming was completely out of his mind, looking somewhat bewildered:

"What's going on? It seems like I'm the only one who doesn't understand anything."

"It's okay." Roger put away his sadness and smiled at Wuming, "Thank you for saving them. To express my gratitude, I will try my best to help you - this is the same as Miss Feiya's wish."

Feiya listened to Roger and Wuming talking about the dead birth, and said to Wuming:
"I have also heard Mr. Roger talk about your request. I will help you."

Wuming looked up and down at Feiya's figure. She was neither slim nor plump.

"Can you really bring life and death to people?" Wuming was a little skeptical.

"I am protecting the dead," said Fia, "protecting them like a mother."

"That means, it's impossible to produce dead-borns?" Wuming was disappointed.

"It's possible, but it's not through childbirth." Feiya said, "We have summarized a set of methods to bring the dead back to life."

"Tell me in detail." Wuming took out his notebook.

"By leveraging the power of the Death Prince Godwin and touching his body, it will be easier for the dead to be born." Feiya said, "and by leveraging the power of the brand, it will be easier for the dead to be revived."

"Godwin..." Wuming murmured, "Who is it?"

Roger reminded him: "The face in Stone City is one of the bodies of the dead prince. You can use that."

"Oh, that." Wuming remembered, "How did you know that?"

"You fought a war with that thing, didn't you? Everyone knows about it." Roger said, "Although it's a secret, it's widely circulated in certain circles."

Roger looked at Wuming meaningfully: "Deathborn hunters, we will also deal with you as soon as possible."

Wuming didn't care. There was only one thing on his mind right now, which was to create the Deathborn first.

"I'm afraid there are still some problems that you need to solve first." Feiya said, "If you want to create a dead birth."

"what?"

"Find the boat."

(End of this chapter)