The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 52 The Selfish Water Seller

"There is a story that goes like this. Everyone goes to the mountains to pan for gold, but someone finds that the gold pans are short of supplies, and makes a lot of money by selling water to the gold pans."

Wuming and Patch walked side by side, and Wuming was telling a story to Patch.

Patch said, "So you service the faders? They become kings and you charge for your service?"

"I was talking about how to buy those miners in the future." Wuming patted his luggage.

Behind him were two huge parcels, dragging on the ground, one containing a whole pig, and one full of cows, full of spices and sea salt.

Wuming is going to follow Patch to the portal now.Because Paqi said the distance was not far away, Wuming left the golden chariot in the church, and returned the horses to the Kaidan mercenaries, and asked them to be on guard.

The first time I went to the mine was mainly for surveying and spotting. In order to save the use of returning bone fragments, I only went to two people this time. Patch led the way, and Wuming was responsible for capturing and occupying.

Patch told Wuming about the general situation of the mine:
"There are miners who use magic to mine, and there are several corrupt relatives. They are all quite dangerous."

"Isn't it ownerless? Why are there still people?" Wuming asked.

"How do I know. But people, like to stay in their own comfort zone, a guy who lives on this all his life, maybe he doesn't know what to do after leaving mining." Patch said, "Has been domesticated by ore."

"Do people really do this?" Wuming didn't believe it.

"You're not like that." Patch walked up to Wuming, showing a bald head.

"Me?" Wuming said, "My road is not easy."

"It's not easy, but you're willing to do it." Patch said, "The two faders, it's not good for you to push them so hard. They are no match for Bell Bead Hunter."

"What are you afraid of? They can be resurrected." Wuming said.

"Now is not the era when you can be resurrected only if you have the will. Even in that era, not everyone can bear the poison of life and would rather embrace death." Paqi said, "You are the old man thinking , it's time to change."

Nameless responded lazily: "How to change it?"

"Learn to be selfish," Patch said.

"Huh?" Wuming was confused, "What are you talking about?"

Patch said: "You think that all people have a future, and as long as they are treated well, they can grow into heroes. So even a weak immortal is as important as a well-trained fade. Because of this idea, even if you sacrifice a life Two faders, as long as they can keep most people, are worth it, right?"

Patch was silent for a moment, then sighed:
"Usually people who think like this are hypocritical guys. I just hatefully laugh at them when they are facing desperation, admiring their ugliness. But you are not, you are just a lunatic who can even sacrifice himself."

Wuming blinked and blinked, but didn't understand. After a long while, he gave a thumbs up:
"It's a good thing to give selflessly."

Patch patted his bald head, quite helplessly:
"I was really fooled by that idiot with well-developed limbs."

Nameless is unhappy:

"Say I can, you slander my idol, believe it or not, I will beat you up again. That is my beacon."

"That's the problem," Patch said. "You're not really selfless. You don't know how to be selfish. You're just doing what you believe in."

"You're a guy who doesn't think for yourself, but other people are not you. You can't understand what people will do for their own lives, for things that are dear to them, and you can't understand their feelings and desires. When you do things, you don't Consider other people's feelings."

Patch looked back at Wuming, staring at the deep eyes under the mask:

"This is where I think you are scary and crazy. I don't know what your goal is, but I know that you can sacrifice any individual, even yourself, for your goal.

"I have known you many times, and the ending is the same every time. Your beliefs give you a strong will, allowing you to remove all obstacles in front of your goal until you reach that goal. Then...destroy yourself."

Patch showed a mocking look:
"You know, I can't understand the belief that the most important thing to me is to be alive."

Nameless was silent for a moment:

"Still blaming me for the mouse?"

Patch curled his lips: "You saved many people, and those you saved died for you. I don't know the meaning of this. The sun can warm everything, but it can also melt everything. If it expands too much, It will collapse again, leaving only a dark void."

Patch felt a little disappointed:

"Every one of them looks like a martyr who can sacrifice without regrets at any time as long as they can achieve their goals. Don't they understand that living has a future?"

Wuming also sighed: "You're right, it's really important to be alive. There's no way, I didn't even have a 'self' in the past, so how could I understand selfishness. I still can't remember my name."

"That's right, otherwise your beliefs wouldn't be so stubborn." Patch said, "You remind me of someone."

"Who?" Wuming was curious.

"Queen Marika," Patch said, "is as impersonal as a god, just watching the law. Marika at least had a lively and lovely period, and you have been this virtue since you were conscious."

"I'm a man, I don't look like one." Wuming said.

"Is this the point?" Patch stared.

"You say I'm not human?" Wuming stared back.

He's always on point.

Patch was annoyed by Wuming's attention:

"It's hard for me to say something profound, so that you can hear it without buying a ticket, so you just listened to it, right?"

"Wait..." Patch suddenly stopped, restrained his emotions, and rolled his eyes, "Theoretically, you should not be an idiot. This attitude...does it have a hole in it?"

Nameless smiled:

"Again and again, you can't do it again and again, so this time I didn't go to become a king, but to do business."

Nameless clenched his fists:

"The real strong can crush tragedies. Whoever dares to make trouble, just wait for me to repair it."

"You're so domineering, why are you still in such a mess about the Bell Bead Hunter?" Patch teased.

"There are often customers who feel that it is too expensive to return bone fragments." Wuming said, "It's not that he can't afford it, but he is unwilling to pay so much for insurance."

Patch understood Wuming's meaning and stopped talking.

Wuming talked more, he dragged two huge cloth bags around Patch, looking at him curiously:
"You usually don't talk so much, do you care about the lives of a few strangers? What's wrong with you."

Patch scratched his head and said impatiently:

"Because my uncle is loyal, and I don't want to see my friends lose their lives because of strange obsessions."

Wuming didn't expect to get such an answer, he froze for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"Don't worry, I won't die." Wuming said.

"You're not immortal, you're just resurrected," Patch said.

"It's not bad." Wuming smiled, "Speaking of this, I still feel that my resurrection is inexplicable, and I can't find the reason. You are different. Every time I meet you, you seem to have adapted to the current era. .how did you do it?"

Patch raised his index finger in front of his mouth, mysteriously:

"secret."

Wuming disapproved of Patch's mysteriousness, and snorted:
"Why do you seem to know about Queen Malika? You know her very well?"

"Queen Malika is familiar with all the borderlands, and the faded ones who have amnesia don't know it." Patch said.

"You said that the sun will collapse, which is very similar to the arguments of pyroxene magicians. Have you learned from Se Lian?" Wuming asked.

"I have my own channel." Patch replied vaguely.

He skipped the topic, pointed forward: "Here we are."

Sure enough, it was not far away, the two chatted all the way, and they arrived in a short while.

The portal is in the Dragon's Breath ruins in Lake Yakir.

It used to be a gathering place for many immortals, begging the dragon Yakir to burn himself to death with dragon flames, and now those immortals are attracted to his new round table staff.

All that was left of the ruins were a few dogs, and some rats that had taken over the basement.

The two easily cleaned up the rats and opened the portal.

Wuming looked at the portal, thinking that he had to use the returned bone fragments when he came back, and said to Patch:
"Remember to tell Fan Lei later, let him get the medal, this kind of one-time bone fragment, it's too wasteful to send it back and forth-why haven't I seen Fan Lei, that kid is really a traitor?"

Patch said: "I heard he found a faded person in the store and is trying to recruit him to join the blood dynasty."

Nameless was surprised: "That fellow Fan Lei thinks highly of himself, and there is a faded person he favors so much, what kind of genius is that?"

"I don't know, I didn't notice such a person." Patch also shook his head.

As he spoke, he opened the treasure chest in the basement and activated the teleportation trap. The two were pulled into the smoke and disappeared instantly.

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Behind the two of them, a short, hairy man hid at the junction of the sunlight on the basement steps, watching them silently.

Seeing that the two disappeared, he exited from the stairs and returned to Ailey Church alone.

Fan Lei had also returned to the church at this time, standing at the door, waiting for his arrival.

"What did they say?" Fanlei asked.

"I said a lot of inexplicable things, but I didn't understand." The man said.

This is a thin and small boy with an expressionless face, who doesn't look very old, with a strange accent, like a mouthful of old phlegm.

"Not bad." Fan Lei clapped his palms and smiled, "It's your talent to be unobtrusive. It is indeed correct to introduce you to the Blood Dynasty. You have the potential to become a top blood finger, dear Ma Tan."

"I'm not here to join the Blood Dynasty," Matan said.

Fan Lei nodded to deal with him, and took out a clean white cloth from his arms:
"You have completed many tasks, go now, go hunt witches, and complete this final trial. It doesn't matter if you hunt other people's witches or your own."

The boy named Matan took the white cloth expressionlessly, staring straight at Heda in Irene's church.

"She can't, not yet." Fan Lei smiled, "Don't worry, you will have an opportunity to perform here soon, and I will leave it to you to kill."

Ma Tan looked away, turned and left.

After walking a few steps, the figure gradually blended into the environment and completely disappeared.

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In the Seria crystallization tunnel, Wuming and Patch walked out of the smoke.

They were teleported into a cabin, and when they walked out of the cabin, they saw many old but strong miners, holding a staff in their hands.

The firm pyroxene stone inlaid in the staff faces down, releasing a long-lasting high-heat laser, cutting the pyroxene ore that is shining with blue light.

On the top of the wooden house, a man-tall, multi-armed, multi-legged bug that looked like a gnat stood there, watching the miners with a long sword-bladed halberd.

"Didn't you say that no one occupied the mine?" Wuming asked Patch.

"That's not human," Patch said.

"It's actually mining with magic." Wuming looked at the strong miners and was a little surprised, "This is much higher IQ than most of our customers. I didn't expect mining to be a technical job. And bugs can also be supervisors. IQ."

The conversation between the two alarmed the miner and the big bug. They stopped their mining operations and stared at the two of them with hostility in their eyes.

Nameless was held back by more than a dozen pairs of eyes, his head shrank, and he pointed at Patch:

"Just now he looked down on your IQ."

Patch raised his large shield in front of him:

"Do you think they are looked down upon because of their IQ?"

Before he finished speaking, Chongzi raised his twenty hands high, and countless sticky silk threads were released from the back of Chongzi, shooting at the two of them like ten thousand arrows.

The miner also raised the laser staff and rushed towards the two of them.

Patch raised his large shield to block the worms and the explosive magic light.

"What are you doing?" Patch was shocked.

On the way here, Patch had already told Wuming about the situation in the mine.

According to his assumption, Wuming should subdue these possible attacks the moment Wuming came out.

But Wuming didn't move at all, so Patch had no choice but to raise the big shield to go up.

"Oh, didn't you tell me to learn to be selfish?" Wuming shook his fist at Patch, "Come on!"

"?!"

Patch wanted to scold his mother, but the pressure in front of the shield was too great, and he could hardly speak.

I had no choice but to scold my mother in my heart.

After the round of attack was over, Paqi took a breath and looked back at Wuming viciously:
"Hurry up!"

"I let you say all the good things." Wuming muttered.

Wuming held the cloth bag with one hand, and slightly raised the other hand at his waist.

A circle of purple rings is set in the hand, and the same purple ring is set on everyone in the mine.

The worm, which was raising its countless arms, was about to spray silk thread again, suddenly its belly swelled, and then it exploded.

The glow of the pyroxene magic on the miner's staff also dissipated, turning into an ordinary walking stick.

The miner tried to strike with his staff, but was blocked by Patch's shield.

Wuming didn't try to attack, but just waved to the miners with a smile:

"You guys have worked hard."

Said, throwing the cloth bag away.

The cloth bags were scattered and spread out on the road in the tunnel.

A whole roasted pig and cow were lying on the cloth bag, and their stomachs had been disembowelled, exposing various internal organs that had also been treated inside.

The aroma of spices and oils immediately filled the closed mine, and many unnamed miners who hadn't noticed it smelled it and touched it.

Nameless opened another package. It was a huge jar, wrapped in layers of leaves for shock absorption, and filled with clean water.

"Gold diggers, water is coming!"

Wuming raised his arms and shouted, and the sound spread throughout the mine.

(End of this chapter)