The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 462 Prison Gathering
The furnace golem in front of the Shadow City barracks began to move again, with the same surging vortex of flames, but a hint of dark blue flashed in the center.

"It's done." Wuming clapped his hands, announcing his success, a great victory. "What did I say? I said I could make it move again."

The Flame Knight looked at the blue dot in the red flames of the Furnace Golem and hesitated:
"Isn't this weakness too obvious?"

"Can most people hit this weakness?" Wuming asked back.

The Flame Knight did not answer, so Wuming took the silence as a response and patted him on the shoulder:

"Again, a weakness that cannot be exploited is not a weakness. Well, I have fulfilled my promise, can you let me go now?"

"I never promised to let you go." The Flame Knight pushed away Wuming's arm, "I just wanted you to see Lord Messermo and let him decide whether you live or die."

"That's fine, what about Messermo?" Wuming said.

"This matter is not over yet." The Flame Knight said, "I will contact Lady Laylana and ask her to come and judge to see if you have tampered with it."

"How rigorous." Wuming muttered, and had to agree, "Okay, I have to wait for more than ten days."

But within two days, Laelana came. It seemed that Shadow City and Ensis City had a very fast means of communication, and Laelana also had a very fast mount. Much faster than Wuming and the others.

But considering that Laylana was from Kalia, Wuming was not surprised. The communication technology of their caravan was learned from Kalia.

Lailana came over and saw Wuming. She symbolically checked the Furnace Golem and said that there was no problem, thus rescuing Wuming.

Then Wuming was locked back in that small room.

"You promised to let me see Messermo?" Wuming pushed open the window on the door of the small room and leaned out to shout.

"I didn't say I couldn't let you see him." The Flame Knight said, "Should I ask for permission first?"

"Can you let me wait in the living room or something before asking for instructions?"

"You are still a prisoner, and a prisoner should behave like a prisoner." The Flame Knight said, "Who knows if you will run away or get other information. Wait for me to ask for instructions, and then I will take you there."

The Flame Knight reminded Wuming:

"You are the Lightless One. Logically, we should kill you, but you have proven your worth by repairing the golem. You can try to convince Lord Messermo to work for him, and he will let you live."

With that, the Flame Knight left, walking up the stairs.

Wuming turned his head and observed the surrounding environment.

His cell was located on the second floor or so. It was originally a room for the Horned Scholars to rest, and was temporarily vacated for him to use as a prison.

The Flame Knight went to ask for instructions from Messemo, so Messemo should live on the upper floor.

Wuming couldn't help but start thinking about his own purpose and how he should convince Messermo to end the holy war.

Wuming felt that Messermo should be easier to deal with than Monget, because Messermo himself didn't want to fight. In the past few days in Shadow City, seeing those Horned Scholars and Flame Knights living in harmony, Wuming saw hope.

The Flame Knight went all the way up. Above the library tower, there was a smaller tower one level higher. The Flame Knight wearing a winged snake helmet was guarding outside the tower.

The Flame Knight asked for instructions from the knight who was obviously more senior, entered the gate, went up the stairs, and saw a small door.

The Flame Knight knocked on the door gently. After a moment, a tired voice came from inside the door:
"what's up?"

"The Lightless One has requested to see you, saying he has something important to discuss." The Flame Knight said, "Should we bring him here for questioning?"

The voice said, "What could be the matter with the Lightless Ones? They want peace?"

The Flame Knight said, "He claims to be from the borderland, and has intelligence from the outside world to tell you. But some people also say that he might be a Horned Man. Or maybe he's here to trick you."

There was no answer from the voice inside the door. There was a burst of rapid footsteps, and then the small door opened, and Messermo with long hair appeared at the door.

"Where is he? Take me there," said Messermo.

"Are you going there in person?" said the Flame Knight.

"It's too slow to bring it here." said Messermo.

The Flame Knight said hesitantly:

"Sir, actually, Lady Laylana is here too. Since you are out, would you like to meet her?"

Messermo paused, looking a little hesitant. Although his face was expressionless, one could still see the golden light flickering in his single eye.

After a moment, Messermo said:

"Go see the Lightless One first."

Wuming waited anxiously, and finally heard footsteps upstairs and saw Messermo coming down.

"Are you Messermo?" Wuming tilted his head and observed Messermo.

Messermo did not respond to Wuming. His eyes were a little vague and he stared at the top of Wuming's head for a while.

"Oh? Very spiritual." Wuming smiled.

Wuming could feel that Messermo was looking at the guardian spirits and resentful souls above his head.

Messermo said, "You don't look like a borderland person, you look like a horn person."

Wuming smiled: "I can see it, and I can understand how much resentment you have caused. Maybe this is also the reason why you don't want to kill all the horn people? If you really kill them all, I wonder what kind of curse will be born out of that resentment."

Messermo was silent, his expression showing a trace of sadness.

"But don't worry, I'm not a Horned Man." Wuming said, "But I'm not a native of the Borderland either. Of course, now I think I can be considered half a Borderlander."

Messermo said, “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Wuming said to Moses:
"Before you came, I thought for a long time about what to say to you. But many things are meaningless now. For example, before you came, I wanted to criticize you for being too wasteful, but after seeing this collection, I feel that there is no need to say it. And I think I should be more direct. Sincerity is the ultimate weapon - I want you to stop the holy war."

Messermo stared at Wuming:

"It seems that you are indeed a Horned Man. Has the Horned Man chosen this method now? I thought you would just fight to the death."

"I'm not a horned man, just an undead who came to persuade you to end the war." Wuming looked at him.

After looking at each other for a moment, Messermo said:
"Do you have to look at me like that?"

Wuming stuck his head out of the window and looked at Messermo askew, feeling that he was a long line across him.

Wuming is a little embarrassed:

"Can you help me? I have a block in my head."

Messermo was silent for a moment, then stretched out his slender fingers, held up Wuming's helmet, and pushed him back.

Messermo walked in and asked directly:
"I heard that you have something important to say. If this is your important matter, our conversation can end now."

Wuming sat on the ground and scratched his head:

"Oh, there are so many things to say. I don't know where to start. You are the leader of the holy war, right?"

Messermo nodded slightly.

"Did Marika ask you to do it?" Wuming asked.

Messermo hesitated and said:

"I volunteered, so my mother is not responsible."

Wuming said: "Then why do you want to kill those who are not blessed? What is the reason?"

"Because this is what my mother expected," said Messermo.

"You're not pretending after just one sentence?" Wuming smiled. "That's right. After all, you know the reason behind the Golden Tree's greatness best. In this case, the reason of maintaining the orthodoxy of the Golden Tree is really not convincing."

Messermo was a little displeased: "I'll give you one more chance to say something, otherwise you can just take up the spear."

"Queen Marika has disappeared," Wuming said, "and is preparing to make the Faded One the king - the One without Light, but there was light before."

"Impossible," said Messermo.

"Why do you all react like this?" Wuming said, "If you don't believe me, just go to the border and take a look and you'll know."

Messermo listened to Wuming's confident words and took a step back, seeming to be greatly shocked.

"Absolutely impossible." Messermo said, "My mother's partner is Ge Fulei, a dignified war king. How could she choose the Faded One to be king?"

"Oh, Ge Fulei has also faded. He just came back not long ago." Wuming said, "But now he has indeed taken over Rodel again. You are not wrong."

Messermo took another step back: "The king has faded?"

"By the way, before Gefulei came back, Rodel was managed by Evil Omen - oh, that's the Horned Man." Wuming stretched out his index finger and blasted all kinds of explosive news into Messemo's ears.

Messermo retreated to the corner, leaning his slender body against it. The red snake on his body came out and helped him wipe his forehead.

With his eyes closed and a deep breath taken, Messermo slowly calmed down. When he opened his eyes again, the look he gave Wuming was emotionless:
"So that's what you came here for, Horned Man. You came here only to vent your anger. Now that you have spoken and I have listened, let me bring you death - to be devoured by the fire of Messermos."

"Wait wait wait wait, why are you suddenly going to hit me?" Wuming waved his hands and backed up to the corner, "Let's talk it over nicely."

"I have nothing more to say to you," said Messermo. "You can curse me and swear at me, but you should not insult your mother."

Flames condensed from Messermo's palms, and hot air flowed through the small room.

"Stop it now! Can't you feel my sincerity?" Wuming looked at Messermo with what he thought was the most sincere look.

Messer was unmoved, and the fireball grew bigger and bigger.

"I was sent by Lailana." Wuming raised his hand.

The flame in Messermo's hand dissipated:
"Laelana?"

"Yes, yes, she sent me here, and I really didn't lie to you." Wuming said.

"Then I'll go ask her." Messemo turned and walked out, saying to the Flame Knight guarding the door, "Tell Laelana to come here."

"She hasn't left yet?" Wuming was dumbfounded. "She is the Lord of Ensis City. Is it okay for her to be away for so long?"

Lailana came over quickly and looked at Messermo, then at Wuming.

Lailana crossed her arms and glanced over her shoulder:
"do not know."

Messermo looked at Wuming with increasingly cold eyes:

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Wuming looked at the fireball in Messermo's hand with a sad face, not knowing what to say. He watched as Messermo's hand condensed a fireball, and then lifted him up and smashed it towards him.

Wuming sighed, stretched out a hand and caught Messermo's fireball.

The fireball disappeared between the two people's palms. Wuming held Messermo's palm, exerted a little force, and pushed him back.

Messermo landed lightly on the ground and looked at Wuming in surprise.

Wuming still stood there, staring at Messermo:

"Are you really attacking me because I insulted your mother? It's such an important matter, it would be better if you go and confirm it with your own eyes."

Wuming looked at the doubtful Messermo:

"Or are you afraid too? Afraid that this news is true? Afraid that your persistence and suffering are meaningless and just a joke?"

The two red snakes wrapped around Messermo were restless, swimming quickly on his body, spitting out their tongues at Wuming and making hissing sounds.

Lailana noticed the complicated emotions in Messemo's mind and hugged him with both hands. Her armor, as cold as the moon, soothed Messemo's restless heart.

After soothing him for a long time, it didn't seem to work. Lailana took out her staff and cast a calming spell on Messermo.

Wuming said: "Rather than being anxious, shouldn't you worry about your mother first? Maybe if you end the holy war now and come back to help immediately, you may be able to win your mother back."

Perhaps Wuming's words hit the nail on the head, or perhaps Lailana's calming magic took effect, Messermo finally began to speak:
"Didn't you say that mother disappeared?"

Wuming smiled: "This is what the residents of the border area spread, but the upper echelons know more or less the inside story. And coincidentally, I have had a lot of contact with the upper echelons of the border area, and I happen to know where Marika is going."

"Where?" said Messermo.

"Because he smashed the magic ring, he was punished and imprisoned in the golden tree." Wuming said, "As long as we can enter the golden tree, we should be able to rescue him, probably."

Messermo leaned forward, his lips slightly parted, and something was about to come out of his mouth.

But he remained silent:
"No, I can't leave Shadowland."

"Because your mother abandoned you?" Wuming said, "Don't be so pedantic. It is a fact that the Faded Ones have been recalled, and Marika's thoughts are also changing. Maybe... she wants to hug you now."

“My mission is here,” Messermo said.

"Even if the mission requires you to massacre innocent people, you are unwilling to do so?" Wuming said.

"The Horned Man is not innocent," Messermo said.

"Come on, this may be enough to fool those simple-minded soldiers." Wuming said, "The Horned People are a nation. When it comes to individuals, how many people who didn't deserve to die have you accidentally killed? If your belief is so firm, why haven't the Horned People been exterminated yet? You want to bring death to the Lightless? Then why do you have so many Horned People in your vault? Do they have love in their hearts and light in their eyes?" "You don't understand." Messermo was silent, "My mission is more than that."

"Oh? Do you have other purposes? Tell me." Wuming approached Messermo, shortening the distance and also shortening the relationship. He exposed Messermo's snake and said, "If you have any problems, go to Sun. Only by pooling our wisdom can we solve them."

"That's not something you should know." This time, Messermo's tone seemed even colder, and the red snake shook off Wuming.

Wuming did not hesitate to speculate on Messermo:
"The attitude is a little firmer, but not that firm. In other words, this matter is not as repulsive to you as the holy war burning the horned people, but it seems immoral."

Wuming recalled the Horned Man's accusation against Messermo:
"That is... the Sealing Tower?"

Messermo's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Wuming with a more serious look.

"It seems that my guess was correct." Wuming said, "What's in the tower? They burned the Horned Man to death, but sealed the tower instead of destroying it. It seems that there is some consideration."

"This is not something you should ask about." Messermo looked at Wuming with some fear. He stopped talking to Wuming and was ready to leave.

Just as he was outside, a cornerman came running over in a hurry and almost bumped into Messermo.

"What's the matter?" The red snake on Messermo's body gently dragged the horned man to prevent him from falling.

"Lord Messermo? There are intruders in the inner area." The Horned Man said, "There are more than a dozen of them."

Messermo nodded gently: "Thank you for your hard work."

He had already come out, so it wouldn't be a big deal to just deal with the invading thugs.

Wuming poked his head out from behind him:

"By the way, can you give me another room? The bed here is burnt."

Messermo paused and actually turned back.

Several serpentine lines then climbed onto the door, attaching a seal to it and reinforcing the cell.

Then Messermo left. Lailana looked back at Wuming helplessly and followed him.

"Alas, what an unlucky child. It's hard to say." Wuming retracted his head and sighed softly, "It's good as long as Patch is here."

After a moment, Wuming looked into the next room and was very surprised:
"Hey, how do you know I'm thinking about you?"

Wuming heard the sound and looked outside, he saw a group of Fire Knights escorting Patch into the next door and hurriedly greeted Wuming.

Patch was in the next room at this time. Spider was lying on the door with his head sticking out, angrily scolding Wuming:

"Do you know how many times I wiped your ass? It almost killed you."

"That's not an exaggeration at all." Wuming laughed, "If I had known you would not have run away, what should I do now? I have already told Messermo about the border area, but he is unmoved."

"I know." Patch said unhappily, "You're the one who said it all."

Wuming said: "In addition to the holy war, it seems that Messermo is sealing the tower of the horn man. I don't know what is in the tower. Patch, do you have any clues?"

Patch didn't say anything, but on the other side of the nameless room, Leida responded first:

"The Gate of God."

"God's Gate?" Wuming was stunned for a moment, lost in thought, and then asked Leida, "Why aren't you behind the same door?"

Leida was speechless: "Mr. Messermo asked us men to stay in one room and women to stay in another room."

"Oh, so Roger and the others are with Patch?" Wuming looked at Patch.

"No, the men are further away." Patch said, "Messermo told the Flame Knight to give one room for men, one for women, and one for monsters. In other words, I have a single room."

"Where's Laya?" Wuming blinked.

"My daughter is not a monster." Tanis was dissatisfied.

"Before, in order to avoid the Flame Knight, her body was too big and inconvenient, so she turned into a human and stayed with her mother." Patch said.

"Is anyone else concerned about the topic of God's Gate?" Leida's voice came faintly from the next room.

"Oh, go ahead." Wuming asked humbly.

Leida thought for a moment and prepared to tell the shocking secret she had learned after investigating for many days.

"Oh, it's a device that can make people become gods." Patch said, "Malika became a god with it, but this tower was created by the Horned People. The Golden Tree claims that the Horned People are backward in civilization, but it turns out that she became a god with the help of their power. How shameful."

"So impressive." Wuming said, "So Marika is hiding the secret because she is embarrassed?"

"I think so," said Patch.

"It must be to prevent the Horned Man from obtaining this power." Leida said weakly, "Or to prevent any force other than the Golden Tree from obtaining it. The power that can create gods is too terrifying."

"So this is Messermo's mission. As long as the tower exists, he must guard it." Wuming said, "And the Horned Man will never surrender in order to take back the tower. He will keep fighting back."

Wuming touched his chin: "It looks like a golden tree."

Patch was lying on the door of the next room, saying sarcastically:

"How about it, hero? Have you figured out a solution?"

"I thought of it." Wuming said.

Patch said, "You don't want to destroy the tower?"

"Isn't it a waste?" Wuming said.

Patch: "Waste is not the problem. The problem is that this won't solve the problem. The Horned People will just keep fighting until they die. Their curse is real. Curse their children and their grandchildren. Curse their children, their descendants, and let them suffer forever."

Patch said, "And you think the tower is so easy to destroy? You have to use the same power that you used to destroy the golden tree, and if you do that, the damage you cause will be huge."

"Hmm... uh..."

Wuming stuck his head on the window, making sounds like he was constipated.

"What are you doing?" A Flame Knight came over and heard Wuming's voice. "Want to go to the toilet? Remember to apply in advance, and then we will take you there."

As the Flame Knight spoke, he paused when he saw the snake patterns all over Wuming's door.
"We can't open your door. We have to ask Lord Messermo for permission. But we really can't ask Lord Messermo for permission for this matter, so you should solve it in the room first."

The Flame Knight passed a torch through the window:
"Burn it with fire after that, and everything will be fine."

"I'm not worried about that." Wuming said, "I've been constipated for thousands of years, don't worry about me."

"Oh? So you already know about the probation period?" said the Flame Knight.

"What probation period?" Wuming was stunned.

"Have you seen those Horned Scholars in the vault?" said the Flame Knight. "Not all of them were recruited. Some of them are also illegal invaders like you. Such people must be punished according to the rules. We have only one kind of punishment - skewering and roasting. But we will also give you a chance. If you can prove your worth, you can stay here and work to reduce the punishment, and eventually you can be released."

The Flame Knight grabbed a small notebook:

"Just stay in prison, don't cause trouble, work hard, and survive the probation period. After that, it's up to you to leave or stay. You can invade again if you want. There was a horn man who invaded seven times before, but he finally stayed.

You can tell me what your specialties are - you don't have to, I know you can repair golems."

After the Flame Knight finished speaking, everyone was silent. Messemo's way of handling the matter was indeed quite unique, and no one had expected it.

But what was even more despairing was that everyone had basically no skills that were worthy of attention. The vault did not require combat power, and Messermo did not accept outsiders into the military system.

But in the collection library, the work is to organize books, clear standards, etc., and basically everyone has no education and cannot do it.

Only Ampah has shown knowledge and can go to the storage vault to help organize the information.

Colin applied for a job as an assistant to Father Golden Tree, and successfully left the cell and entered the probation period.

The others were left with nothing. Although Roger had some knowledge, he was unwilling to abandon Fia. Fia could only sleep in death, which was quite taboo in the territory of the Golden Tree.

The others also knew that the skills they possessed would never be appreciated by the Golden Tree forces, so they all remained silent.

Only Lance Shanks was quite confident and said that we have someone above us, the King of Rodel.

"King Rodel? King Gefuli?" The Flame Knight was still unclear about the changes in the border area.

"Mungot."

"I haven't heard of it. Who is that?"

"It's a bad omen." Lance Shanks, "But I don't think it's a bad omen, it's just that there are a lot of horns on the body--"

"Understood. The sentence will be increased to the full." The Flame Knight made a note in his little notebook.

"What will happen if you don't have any special skills?" Wuming asked.

"Execute you. After all, you are the Lightless Ones and you broke into the vault illegally." said the Flame Knight.

"Why is this happening? I thought you guys were very reasonable." Wuming pleaded for his teammates.

The Flame Knight put down the small notebook and said to Wuming:

"I sympathize with you emotionally, but this is the requirement of the law, and we cannot disobey it casually. If we disobey it casually, can it still be called the law?"

"If you have special skills, you have a chance to be rescued. Isn't that also disobedience?" Wuming said.

"We are only letting you go, not giving you a free pass." The Flame Knight said, "There are still black knights and soldiers on this land. They are the embodiment of the dignity of the law."

The Flame Knight came to the nameless window and whispered:

"In any case, from our point of view, if you have the skills, we will let you go and leave you a way out, so that you have the opportunity to reproduce, and the inheritance of culture and skills can continue. In this way, even if we continue to carry out the orders of the holy war, the filth will not be eradicated."

"It's hard to tell whether this is mercy or cruelty," Wuming said.

"It's cruel to both sides," said the Flame Knight, "but it's also a kind of mercy. It depends on how you look at it."

The Flame Knight left the window and stood still again, looking around at the prisoners in the prison with a serious and terrifying death mask:

"If you don't have the skills, I can only declare that you need to be executed--"

"Wait!"

At the critical moment, Greg's voice came from the man's cell, firm and immediate.

"Hmm?" The Flame Knight looked over.

Greg said slowly:
"I am the Golden King!"

The Flame Knight waited for a while:

"Gone?"

"The Golden Clan! They are the relatives of Messermo!" Greg was excited, "Can't you let us go?"

The Flame Knight observed Greg: "But are you from the Golden Tribe? I don't think you are."

"It is true. Graveley is my ancestor," said Greg. "I am also a demigod."

"But why are your eyes dull?" asked the Flame Knight.

Greg was silent.

The Flame Knight then asked, "Do you have a Great Rune?"

Greg remained silent.

"It's no use." Patch said, "It seems that there is no way to solve it peacefully. We can only tear each other apart. Wuming, can you come out?"

Wuming pushed the door open: "The seal on the door is very strong, but there is no seal on the wall. I can go to your place first."

"It's up to you whether you come or not." Patch said in a cold voice, "I don't care about their punishment standards, and I don't care how Wuming negotiates with the Golden Tree, but if they touch Tanis, Wuming, don't blame me for causing trouble for you."

Wuming looked at the increasingly tense situation and felt very embarrassed. He discussed with the Flame Knight:
"Why don't you call Messermo over and talk about it?"

"This is Queen Marica's decree, and Lord Messermo will not disobey it." The Flame Knight said, "Unless you have a way to change his mind, and the benefits are so great that he is willing to pardon all of you."

"Do we have it?" Wuming asked Patch.

"You can use Michaela," Patch said. "It'll work."

"Hiss..." Wuming had a headache.

"Wait!" Greg spoke again.

"What?" The Flame Knight looked over and was somewhat disapproving of Greg. He did not discriminate against commoners, but it was a bit unacceptable for a person with dull eyes to insist on saying that he was from the Golden Clan.

"I can do limb grafts," Greg said.

"What is that?" said the Flame Knight.

"It doesn't matter what it is," Greg said. "I can help you heal the sorcerer."

(End of this chapter)