The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 451: Master Dawei and Negotiation

Wuming walked out of the prison with some emotion.

He now somewhat believed what the Horned Man said, that the invasion of the Golden Tree had lasted for more than a thousand years.

The Horned Man was able to do such a thing as refining the living pot of the Marika people, probably before Marika became a god. Marika's golden tree is indeed more than a thousand years old.

As expected of the prehistoric era before the development of civilization, even after a thousand years, the intensity of the fighting here is still stronger than the Shattering War. It is full of primitive breath.

"Oh, it's not easy." Wuming sighed.

"Ah, living kettle, alas, man-made furnace." Another new sigh sounded, as if echoing the nameless sigh.

Wuming looked over and found that outside the prison, next to the group of iron cages, an almost naked man was squatting next to an iron cage, with a lot of broken flesh and blood stains there.

Next to the bloodstains, there are many bright red flowers blooming.

Those bright red flowers now seem to be commemorating the horror and blood buried deep underground.

Wuming approached the man and found that he had no horns on his head. His head was bald and there was a round birthmark.

Just as he was hesitating whether to change his image, the man looked up inadvertently and saw Wuming.

"Oh, Lord Horn Warrior." The man seemed a little terrified, "I am the Weihu Master who is here to deal with the prisoners."

The voice was filled with fear, but these fearful words also revealed a sense of belonging, as if the two of them belonged to the same camp.

Judging from the man's tone, he seems to be a horn man as well.

"Master Weihu?" Wuming looked at the man's palm.

There are calluses all over the palms from holding a knife.

In fact, the man did have a large knife on his back, which was as tall as a person, and looked very similar to the dismemberment knife that Anastasia used.

"Are you...really a pot-maintainer?" Wuming said, "I don't think you are."

Wuming remembered clearly that the teapot maintainer needed to have smooth hands.

As a result, he failed to become a successful pot maintenance master.

After Wuming said this, the naked man opposite seemed even more frightened and fell to his knees:
"It's absolutely true. Look at my knife. Only a pot repairer would maintain it so well."

The naked man took the big knife from his back and presented it to Wuming.

The blade was indeed sharp enough to cut bones and meat easily.

But Wuming felt that there was no bloody smell on the blade, and there was no broken soul attached to the blade.

Wuming looked at the blade, but was confused.

"What does Master Weihu do with the knife?" Wuming was curious.

He didn't remember Diaros having used a knife. He usually used his hands, and if that didn't work, he could use a file or sandpaper.

When this question came out, the naked man opposite was also stunned.

The man looked at Wuming hesitantly:
"You are not a Horned Warrior, right? Not even a Tower Citizen."

"What are the people of the tower?" Wuming asked.

The man was relieved: "Sure enough, they are not the people of the tower. The people of the tower are the horn people."

He looked at Wuming's figure:
"The body shape is not similar. The Horned Warriors are not as thin as you."

"How come you hornless people are so perceptive?" Wuming was surprised, "You are quite smart."

After finding out that Wuming was not a horn man, the man relaxed instead, and his original respectful kneeling posture changed to a leisurely sitting posture:

"I don't know why you disguised yourself as a Horned Man, but it's not a good idea in the Shadow Land. Messermo's soldiers are hunting Horned Men and Filth, and they won't ask about your true identity."

Wuming looked at the man's relaxed posture and said:

"You don't seem to mind me pretending to be Horned Man."

"Me? I'm not qualified to care." The man smiled, "After all, I'm a traitor."

"Traitor? A traitor of the Horned Man?" Wuming asked, "Since everyone has been exposed, then be honest. Who are you?"

"I'm a pot maintainer," the man said. "I maintain the big pots. This is the real deal. I'm not lying to you. If you're really a horn man, you'll believe me after seeing how I'm dressed."

"Are you really a pot repairer?" Wuming said, "Then what are you doing with such a big knife? Scraping putty?"

"It's used to cut people." Master Dawei said, "The human body's bones are very tough. Without a sharp knife, they can't be crushed."

Wuming opened his mouth and thought of the pots in the prison. He felt as if he understood something.

Master Dawei had a gloomy face and said slowly:

"The job of the pot-maintainer is to crush the bodies of sinners, whip the bodies of witches, fuse them together and fill them into the pot."

"It's true." Wuming's guess was confirmed, and he held his forehead in silence.

The teapot maintainers here are not the same as those in the border areas, and they do different jobs.

Wuming asked: "Who is the traitor you are talking about?"

Master David said, "It seems that you really don't know anything. If you pretend to be a horn man, it will be easy to be exposed."

Master Dawei thought about it for a while and considered where to start:

"You know Pony Village, right?"

"do not know."

"That's the hometown of us Viktors," said the Great Viktor. "We burn the big pots there, deal with the bodies of sinners, whip witches, and make artificial furnaces. In this ceremony, we worship the gods."

The Daweihu Master pointed at himself and said, "I ran away."

"Why?" Wuming asked.

"Maybe it's because I'm not mature enough." Master David said, "Those cruel jobs... the wails of the criminals before their death, the screams of the witches..."

Master Daweihu said: "Even if I wear a caterpillar mask day and night to suppress my distracting thoughts, it is difficult for me not to think about those things. My mind is captured, and I will think of the bloody scene in my dreams, and vomit when I wake up."

Master David pointed to his bald, hornless head:

"Maybe it's a physical problem. The caterpillar mask can't maintain my consciousness, and a person with a confused mind can't do that kind of livelihood. I already feel disgusted with that cruel livelihood from the bottom of my heart. If it goes on like this, I will go crazy."

Master Dawei glanced at the prison entrance behind Wuming:

"You have seen those wizards, right?"

Wuming nodded.

"Witches, are you beautiful?" said Master David.

"She looks quite traditional, with that human face." Wuming nodded, "My former witch was similar."

The Great Weihu Master said: "They are favored by nature and the best carriers of the man-made furnace. Looking at them, you can't help but wonder whether what you are doing is wrong. Without using spells to maintain consciousness, it is said that some Weihu Masters will even be tempted to fall in love with them and let them run away. However, it is said that only a few succeeded, and the others failed, were caught and chopped up, and merged forever with their favorite wizards."

"You're willing to use props to disrupt your consciousness to do this?" Wuming said, "How big of a grudge do you have?"

"I don't know. The priests have their own considerations." David the Pot Master said, "We are only responsible for dismembering and making pots. The witch is much more important than us, so I am just escaping alone, so the crime is not serious and I will not be hunted down."

"But I have only been able to make pots since I was a child. After I escaped, I didn't have any special skills, so I could only think of ways to make pots." The great pottery master picked a flower, "Now I have turned to making pots with materials."

After listening to Master Dawei's self-narration, Wuming thought of the man who sighed in the prison.

Even our own people think it is cruel, so how did this industry come into being?
Wuming was puzzled: "It sounds like there is absolutely no market for it."

Master Dawei blocked his ears and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything. I don't want to recall that kind of thing anymore."

Master Dawei blocked his ears for a while, then looked up and asked:

"Are those witches still in the prison?"

Wuming nodded: "Yes."

Wuming had handled several live pots, but he ignored most of them. This abnormal situation, which he did not understand, made him decide to learn more about it before making any plans.

Master Dawei walked a few steps to the side and took out a net. There were many large cracked pots in it.

The potter took out one and gave it to Wuming:

"This is the pot I made. I'll give one to you."

Wuming looked at the pot that covered half of his body and looked sideways for a moment:
"Big enough."

The Great Pot Master said, “These are the Great Burning Stove Pots, which have the power to bring peace to people.”

"What do you mean by rest?" Wuming asked.

"Death." Master Daweihu said, "For example, the life of a wizard is very tenacious and will not die easily. The swirling flames can melt the soul, which can free those wizards from torture."

"Are you going to kill those pots?" Wuming asked.

Master Dawei did not admit it and seemed a little hesitant:

"Only death can bring them peace now. But... I don't know if this is a good idea. After all, it means burning the soul and irreversible death. It is a serious crime..."

"In this respect, the Horned Man and the Golden Tree are very similar." Wuming rolled his eyes, "Flames are so good, why did they provoke you?"

Master David laughed at himself:
"In my hometown, such flames are more taboo than anyone else. Possessing such flames is a felony. But I made this pot, and I feel... it is not as sinful as my previous livelihood."

Wuming saw that Master Dawei was a little hesitant:
"Since you are hesitant, think about it again." "Don't you agree that I should kill them?" said Master David, "even if you see such a tragic scene?"

"Do you want to hear my true thoughts?" Wuming said, "It's... not so bad. There are many people like this in our hometown, and they are also trying hard to live. So maybe they still want to live too?"

"perhaps?"

"I think they are all crazy." Wuming said, "I can't tell what they are thinking."

"They are all crazy." said Master David.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you went crazy?" Wuming said, "It's like a self-protection mechanism."

When Master Dawei heard Wuming say this, he didn't know how to refute.

"But I won't stop you. This is what you want to do." Wuming said, "But you have to be careful. Many wizards have escaped and are quite aggressive. Also, the path inside is very narrow and winding, so it's not easy to use the pot. Be careful."

Wuming tossed the big pot and waved goodbye to Master Dawei.

After taking two steps, he stepped back, feeling a little embarrassed:
"By the way, do you know how to get to Barrett from here? I fell off a cliff and don't know how to get back."

"Tower Town?" said Master Daweihu. "That's a bit far. So far that I don't know how to find the way."

After hitting another wall, Wuming left with a melancholy look on his face.

There were red flowers everywhere, and Wuming couldn't help feeling a little confused as he saw a strange scene before him.

Strange map, strange flowers, Wuming turned his hands behind his back and sighed:
"Oh, how am I supposed to get back?"

Walking two steps forward, Wuming saw many grave-guarding birds again.

There are many grave-guarding birds, but previous failures have proven that they are not easy to ride. They are far behind in power and handling, and are not practical.

A strange golem, a strange tombstone, and another sigh:
"Alas, Barrett, my hometown that I have never seen. How can I return to your warm and sweet... dark and thick... healing and defensive embrace?"

He couldn't help but think of the time when he first woke up at the border, he was also dazed, confused and at a loss, helpless like a baby who had been hungry for three days.

Wuming sighed with melancholy: "Back then, I was full of vigor and vitality, with many friends and earning all the runes in the world. Now, I am alone, wandering in the shadows, with no roof over my head and no place to stand, no money, no relatives, what should I do, how can I live..."

As he was sighing, a big bird flew down.

A skull head, wings of spiritual fire, holding a hook stick, and surrounded by corpses, it is horrifying.

As if hearing an unknown lament, a winged messenger came down to greet him and took him to death.

The prehistoric messenger of death, the keeper of the spiritual fire, the lord of the grave-guarding birds, the bird of death ritual.

Wuming smiled.

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Ensis City. Led by a Kalia Knight, Patch and others entered the city of Ensis.

Along the way, they saw the atmosphere of the city of Ensis.

It's...pretty decadent here.

There was not the solemnity and terror as imagined. Apart from the doubtful and hostile looks from the soldiers and knights along the way, there was more of a depressing atmosphere.

Many soldiers sat there in a daze, with wine vessels placed next to them. Soldiers gathered in groups of two or three, playing small games with unknown rules, but it seemed that they were just playing to kill time, and the atmosphere was still lifeless.

The black knights were better, but they remained quite solemn and quiet in the city, and it was hard to tell what their mood was under their helmets.

In the city lord's room, Greg came out to greet them.

"That's good work," Patch said.

Greg was obviously very proud: "When I was in Stone City, I recited the family tree every day, hoping that my ancestors would look down on me. Now it's finally useful. Messemo, who is followed by Lord Laelana, is my uncle."

"Are they married?" Patch asked.

"No." Greg kept it a secret and lowered his voice. "That's why... Do you understand?"

Patch glanced at Tanis and nodded in understanding.

Greg opened the door and inside, Lailana was waiting.

Even when meeting with guests, Laelana did not take off her armor, but only took off her helmet.

The slim-fitting silver-iron armor, embellished with blue lapis lazuli decorations that symbolize Kalia's color, outlines Laelana's tall and slender figure, showing the elegance and nobility of her birth in the Kalia royal family.

There is a sword on each waist. The blue hilt of the sword in the right hand is inlaid with blue pyroxene, and the red hilt of the sword in the left hand is carved with golden flames.

Her long black hair, like the color of a full moon, was tied into a bun behind her back, looking capable and dashing.

The double moon designs on both sides of the helmet in her hand are the moons that she and the Full Moon Queen Lenara comprehended together.

Although she is not as tall as the Full Moon Queen, the younger sister is also quite tall, and she is quite intimidating when standing in front of everyone.

With other people’s height, they can only look up at the two moons.

"Grandma - Miss Laelana." Roger stepped forward and greeted her politely using Calia's court etiquette.

"No need to be so polite." Laylana said straight to the point, "I heard you are here to look for someone?"

Leida stepped forward: "Yes, we are a...caravan."

Leida paused awkwardly and continued, "The owner of the caravan mistakenly entered the Shadow Land. We came here to look for him, hoping to borrow your help. We also hope to stay here for a while."

"We are the army, do you understand?" Lailana's voice was a little cold, with the chill of the moon.

"I just hope you can post the portraits and pay attention along the way." Leida said, "Ms. Michaela is willing to pay quite generously."

After hearing this, Laelana stared at Leida for a long time before saying:

"To be honest, I don't want to believe you. If Xiao Ge wasn't really from the Golden Clan, I would think you were here to make fun of me. Marika's divine child and the large caravan, putting these two things together is really hard for me to imagine."

"I can't imagine it either! How could Lady Michaela be interested in this caravan!" Leida blurted out. After that, she looked at her teammates next to her awkwardly and offered the golden needle. "But it is true. I swear in the name of the Golden Needle Knight."

However, Laelana did not take the golden needle:
"Your oath is worthless to me. What does it have to do with me, Michaela? I don't need his reward."

Leida couldn't believe it: "But this is what Lady Michaela wanted."

"He wants me to help him? Is he some willful child? Or a king who has the final say?" Lailana said, "I can't believe this reason."

Leida was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

There was no such thing as rejecting Michaela in her dictionary, and she had never considered the possibility that others would reject Michaela.

"How about just killing time?" Patch said, "I think your soldiers are quite bored."

Lailana looked at Patch: "I thought you were a pet they brought with them."

Patch smiled, "Actually, I'm the leader."

"Chief, why didn't you talk to me at the beginning?" Lailana asked, "Did you despise me or be on guard?"

"I am on guard." Patch said, "After all, I am afraid that my image will not be welcomed here."

Lailana agreed: "If it weren't for Xiao Ge's guarantee, you would probably be burned as a corrupt dependent."

Patch smiled and continued, "There is also contempt. I didn't want to bother with you at first."

"Oh?" Lailana narrowed her eyes and put a playful smile on her face, looking a little more dangerous.

"I don't like the behavior of your men. I naturally don't like their boss either." Patch said, "I originally asked Leida to negotiate because I was too lazy to talk. But I just talked to Greg and found that you still have some value for communication. So I changed my mind temporarily."

"You're so arrogant, Spider," Lailana said. "What's your name?"

"Patch." Patch said, "One of the owners of the caravan. I hope to make a deal with you. Let us stay here and you help us find Wuming."

"What do you want to give?" Lailana said, "A fortune that I can't refuse? Let me remind you first, I was once a princess of Kalia, and I gave up my position to come here."

"We are of course aware of Kalia's wealth, and we have cooperated with the Full Moon Queen on many occasions." Patch said, "I will make you an offer you can't refuse - Michaela's reward."

Lailana said, "I don't hear any difference between your offer and that lady's."

Patch smiled slightly: "You still don't know what Michaela does?"

"I only heard that he was Marica's youngest son," Lailana said. "When I came to Shadowland, he had no reputation."

"That guy is a god. The law... is about love," Patch said. "That guy is an expert in love."

Lalana paused, her hands tangling with her braid subconsciously:

"What do you want to say?"

"You like Messermo, right?" Patch smiled wickedly, rubbing his two spider legs together. "Imagine that Michaela is a god who can communicate with God through love. He will personally give you a master class on how to seduce men. Then Messermo won't be easy to capture, right?"

"You're so brave!" Before Lailana could say anything, the knight Kalia who brought Patch and others here shouted loudly. She was actually a female hero. Although her voice was clear, it was full of energy.

Knight Kalia drew out the huge knight sword:
"What are you talking about? You are so rude to Lady Layla and Lady Messermo!"

But Patch was not afraid at all and smiled confidently.

"Mulitiel." Lailana called softly, asking the Knight of Kalia to stop the attack.

Mulitiel put away his greatsword and stood solemnly beside him, keeping Laelana out of sight.

Lailana stared at Patch and the others silently, then suddenly a bright smile appeared on her face, as pale as the moon.

She nodded to Patch, opened her red lips and said:
"Into the dungeon."

"Eh?" Patch, who was smiling confidently, was stunned. Before he could react, the eight legs had already kicked each person out.

(End of this chapter)