The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 8 Round Table Hall Renovation Plan

The Hall of the Round Table, the haven of the faded, the gathering place of heroes.

A majestic huge round table is placed in the center of the hall, countless weapons of the predecessors are inserted in the round table, and chairs surround the round table neatly.

When he first arrived, Wuming was very interested.

A hunched man on crutches, with a helmet covered in ear-shaped decorations, stepped forward to welcome him.

Sir Gideon Offnell, the Grandfather of the Round Table, known as the Faded.

But Wuming is not familiar with it at all, he just thinks his ears are big.

"Oh, it's a newcomer. There hasn't been a newcomer in the round table hall for a long time. Very good, as a senior in the round table hall, welcome the younger generation to come here."

"Hello, just call me Wuming." Wuming stretched out his hand to shake hands.

Sir Baizhi did not stretch out his hand, and continued:

"Senior, I would like to give you a piece of advice. Now you just have a way to enter and exit the round table hall, in other words, you are just a passer-by. You have not been recognized by two fingers, keep this matter in mind, and don't overstep the rules."

Wuming withdrew his hand resentfully, looking at Baizhi's attire, he always felt a little familiar.

"Relax here, it's safe here. Fighting is not allowed in the round table hall." Baizhi left this sentence and stopped looking at Wuming.

Nameless shrugged, it seemed that not everyone was as friendly as Roger.

After Roger entered the round table hall, he went straight to a room, followed by Wuming, and found him sitting by the bedside of a woman in black robe, talking to her.

The woman in black robe saw Wuming approaching and asked Roger:
"Is this the Faded One you brought back?"

"Yes." Roger said, "I think he's qualified to be in here, he's great."

Wuming wondered: "How do I remember that you saved me? How did you see how powerful I am?"

Roger smiled: "If you can fall from such a high place and not die, it is already very powerful."

"Ha, you really know how to compliment people." Wuming clutched his helmet, "Why don't you introduce me?"

The woman in black said:
"My name is Fei Ya, and I live in the round table hall for some reason."

"My name is Nameless."

Wuming stretched out his hand subconsciously, but when he thought of Sir Big Ears just now, he withdrew his hand again.

Fiya saw the nameless little movement, and chuckled lightly:
"My lord hero, although I'm a bit presumptuous, can you let me hold you tight?"

"Ah? Is this the etiquette at the junction?" Wuming was surprised.

He looked at Roger, and Roger's expression was also a little weird.

Fia said:
"This is a sacred custom in my hometown, to gain warmth and strength to survive from heroes, and to sleep with death."

Roger said: "Miss Fia will draw strength from heroes and soothe the pain of the weak."

"Have you ever been hugged by...?" Wuming asked cautiously.

Roger shook his head: "It's a pity that I'm neither a hero nor suffering. It's just that I agree with Miss Fei Ya's will and strive to pursue the same goal."

"What goal?" Wuming was curious.

Roger was just silent:

"It looks like a stupid target to outsiders."

Fei Ya said frankly:
"I hope that the dead prince can be reborn, so that the dead can have the right to live in this world. Roger, this is nothing to be ashamed of."

Roger was a little depressed:
"I'm sorry Miss Fei Ya, it's just that last time I expressed my ideals freely, the price was losing my best friend, and also caused you to be trapped here."

Wuming took out a pork leg, chewed it deliciously, and waited for the next story.

But the two stopped talking tacitly.Fiya looked at Wuming: "Unknown hero, would you like me to hug you?"

Wuming was stunned for a moment, then quickly put down the pork leg and wiped the oil on his hands:
"Okay, as long as you don't dislike it."

Feiya stretched out her arms to embrace Wuming, pressed her body against Wuming's armor, pressed her cheek to Wuming's chest, and remained silent.

After a while, she let go of her arms and thanked Wuming.

Wuming has no special feelings:
"It's okay, I went shopping elsewhere."

He waved goodbye to Roger Fia and left the room.

Roger watched Wuming leave the room, he still didn't understand why Fei Ya wanted to hug Wuming when he came up.

Nameless...is it really that powerful?

Roger tried to ask, but found that Fei Ya's expression was also very strange.

She looked at her fingertips and ran them across her arms, as if recalling the feeling of hugging just now.

"Rogel, he..." Fear showed a confused expression.

"Warm?" Roger asked.

Fei Ya nodded: "It's very warm, but he shouldn't be warm, let alone..."

Roger was puzzled, he couldn't understand what Fear meant.

Fei Ya said: "I want to hug him, not because I want to gain the power of a hero, but because I want to comfort him. There is a very kind breath about him."

"Kindly?" Roger said. "From your hometown?"

Fei Ya shook her head: "It's the breath of the grave. He smells of rotten citrus, purple flowers and lily of the valley, the coldness of death, and the deep darkness. I even thought... under the armor is a dead birther .”

Roger came to a sudden: "So, as a sleeping girl, you want to sleep with him."

"But it's so strange." Fiya stroked her cheek, "He's very warm, he doesn't have the coldness of a dead person."

Roger also frowned upon hearing this:

"Warmth and death coexist..."

Fei Ya said: "What's even more strange is that he didn't get favor from me."

Roger looked at Fiya's gentle arms and soft face: "Is this something that humans can do? He must be a dead birther."

"Anyway, he's a man worth noting. Next time he comes to the round table, I should have a chat with him," Fear said.

"It seems that there is no gain." Roger's fingers were wrapped around the gemstone pendant hanging from the hat, and the aquapyroxene shone with the luster of a heretic magician.

He got up: "I'm going to read the classics."

Fei Ya's description always made him feel familiar, he seemed to have seen those characteristics somewhere.

As a heretic magician, Roger was genuinely happy to see a brand new subject unfolding before his eyes.

Moments later, Roger returned to Fear's room, and the joy was gone.

"What's wrong?" Fei Ya saw Roger's expression.

Roger smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid he won't come to the round table hall again."

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Wuming left Fei Ya's room and wandered around the round table to visit.

But as he walked around every corner of the round table hall, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

"Newcomer, how is this round table hall?" Sir Baizhi standing beside the round table looked at Wuming who was wandering around, and repeated again, "But you have to remember, you haven't been recognized by your two fingers, you are just a passerby here. "

Wuming heard the voice and looked at Sir Baizhi, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was clearly visible.

"Oh, you are not happy to say that you are a passer-by in the round table hall?" Sir Baizhi laughed, "but it is also true. Have you seen the closed door? It is the core of the round table hall, where the two fingers are located .Only those who are pregnant with a great rune will open it up for him."

Nameless shook his head:

"You misunderstood me. I'm not happy, but it's not because I'm a passer-by. I know I'm a passer-by, but here...is too unfriendly to passers-by."

"Are you someone who struggles with attitude more than the truth?"

Sir Baizhi still maintains a calm attitude, still mocking Wuming openly and secretly.

"Attitude? Attitude is useless." Wuming didn't understand what Baizhi was talking about. He pointed to the layout of the round table hall, "This room is so badly built that it can only be recognized by a little fireplace. The blacksmith and that The old lady next to me is far away, how far does the faded person travel? This is the service of your round table hall?"

Even the omniscient Baizhi was silent for a moment when he encountered these remarks. No one thought that when someone came to the great round table hall, the first reaction was not to admire the magnificent portrait and the noble round table, but to find fault.

Bai Zhi, who claims to be a veteran of the round table, is proud of the round table. Hearing such belittlement of the round table, he couldn't help saying:
"The round table maintains the dignity of the hall. Of course blacksmiths and merchants have to stay on both sides. When the round table is prosperous, there are many faders walking here. If they are crowded together, it will only cause chaos."

"Then are there many people at the round table now?" Wuming disdainfully.

Baizhi was silent, and there might not be five people gathered in the round table hall today.Wuming is already a rare newcomer.

"If you want me to say, no one came because your infrastructure is too bad." The ring finger pointed, "Look at that round table, such a large place is abandoned, and it is used as a teleportation array, which is in the way and takes up the land. What's the use of it except face ?”

He pointed in the direction of the old businessman again:

"I don't want to talk about the few things I sell. I'm so far away from Blessing. Do you still want to do business? Isn't there a room nearby? What do you do with the door closed? It's good to move it to the old woman."

Baizhi clenched the scepter in his hand:
"That's my room, my study, there are countless important information in it. You actually asked me to let it out?"

"Information?" Wuming looked at Baizhi's ears and nodded, "You are in charge of intelligence, so that's very important."

"I'm glad you realize the importance of knowledge." Sir Baizhi held his head high.

"Then why are you closing the door? Isn't the information for sharing?" Wuming said, "Even if you charge some money."

"I am a senior at the round table, not a waiter like a merchant blacksmith." Baizhi said coldly, "Knowledge is shared with comrades, and you have not been recognized by two fingers."

"It means that the information is only given to our own people." Wuming nodded, "Understood, it turned out to be a little bastard."

"What did you say?"

"You seem to be very insecure, and you still need the approval of two fingers to maintain your self-identity." Wuming said, "And you are very stingy, and the information is hidden. You said it vigorously under the name of a senior, and you got [-] points." Just like a kid who shows off to the world."

Baizhi's robe was windless and automatic, showing the heavy armor inside the robe, and a trace of black flames burned all over his body.

"New people always forget to respect their seniors." Baizhi's voice was tinged with danger.

"It was agreed that fights are not allowed in the round table hall?" Wuming took two steps back, "Why are you talking like farting?"

Baizhi pointed to the bottom of a balcony:

"There is a special place for you to fight, why don't we try it?"

Wuming looked down from the balcony, his brows furrowed deeper:
"If you don't use such a large venue, the entire arena is insane. You can't fight if you fight."

"It's really meaningless to argue pointlessly. If you understand your recklessness, don't waste your time." Baizhi said.

Wuming's mind was not on the issue of the junior senior that Baizhi was entangled with. He jumped off the balcony, looked at the empty place, and planned the renovation plan:
"Here can be a bazaar, where all kinds of goods and merchants can gather. Faders don't need to go far to get everything they want."

Nameless looked around:

"Where are the stairs?"

"There are no stairs here."

Baizhi stood on the balcony and answered him.

"There are no stairs." Wuming shook his head, "We need to build a staircase to make it easier to go upstairs... Maybe we can put all the needs downstairs, so that we don't need to go upstairs."

Sir Baizhi said: "If you want to transform the round table, you must have enough influence."

"What about you, do you have influence?"

"Of course I have, and I can offer some advice for Two Fingers," said Sir Pakage.

People can understand the dignity of two fingers, and he can influence the decision-making of two fingers. This alone is enough to show his difference.

But Wuming still didn't show a look of awe, he just nodded and asked:
"Then if I beat you, can I change the structure of the round table?"

"How do you want to change?" Baizhi asked.

"Of course no unreasonable renovations will be made." Wuming said, "Don't worry, we won't knock down the load-bearing walls. We just want to make it easier for faders to find merchants and blacksmiths and improve the service experience."

"You don't want to remove the round table, do you?"

"No, face-saving projects are also necessary, and things that have already been built will be dismantled and wasted." Wuming said, "But you, do you really have influence? Seeing that your body doesn't look like you can fight. "

Baizhi said: "Influence is not only force, but more importantly, wisdom."

He jumped off the balcony:

"But if you are interested, I can also show the influence you understand."

Ten minutes later, Wuming looked at Baizhi at his feet and tilted his head in doubt:

"Where? Influence."

Bai Zhi held the scepter, vomiting blood from his mouth.

"What did you do?" He couldn't understand, "What kind of spell did you do?"

The two wore purple halos, and even the all-knowing Sir Baizhi had never seen the cipher text on it.

It is somewhat similar to his Hundred Wisdom Domain, but the effect is more overbearing and terrifying.

It directly sealed his ability to use magic.

As a mage, unable to use magic, facing Wuming holding a sword and shield, the ending can be imagined.

Wuming didn't care about the title of the boss of the round table, and after overthrowing Baizhi, he just kicked him, as if gangsters were fighting without any rules.

But being kicked to the ground by this disorderly fist, Bai Zhi was obviously even more ashamed.

Not to mention there was a circle of onlookers on the balcony.

"Can I transform the round table hall now?" Wuming stepped on Baizhi's head with a joyful tone.

He was answered by a crackling sound.

The flying ax hit him in the head, and Wuming was thrown out, rolled around a few times, and sat on the ground in a daze.

They saw a brown-skinned woman with an ax jumping up from the balcony, glaring at Wuming.

"Who are you?" Wuming scratched his head, "You hit the old one, and the young one came out?"

"You despicable guy, you actually used a strange power to prevent your adoptive father from using spells." The woman roared and rushed forward, "Let me teach you the way of a warrior!"

"Nefiri." Baizhi called to stop the woman, "Come back."

Baizhi supported his body with crutches and stood up:

"You can transform the Round Table Hall if you wish—within reason."

Nameless smiled:

"Don't worry, it's absolutely reasonable. Those who faded will agree after reading it."

Ten minutes later, Sir Baizhi looked at the round table hall with a gloomy expression:
"Is that what you say is reasonable?"

"Isn't that good?" Wuming put her hands on her hips in satisfaction.

On the round table in the round table hall, two old ladies sat on it.

On one side of the wall, a big hole was opened, and the blacksmith could be seen directly.

"Actually, I wanted to invite the blacksmith to the table, but unfortunately he was locked." Wuming muttered, "What's the matter with your round table, the blacksmith is actually locked, can you have the mood to work?"

Wuming admired the new layout of the round table and imagined the future:

"Afterwards, other businessmen can also come here, one for each chair."

"You want businessmen to sit around the round table!" Bai Zhi was furious.

"Anyway, there's no one sitting, and if you're idle, you're idle." Nameless said.

He jumped onto the round table and stroked the magical weapons in the center.

"Good stuff." Wuming murmured, he turned his head and asked Baizhi, "Can these weapons be sold?"

"Get out!" Bai Zhi lost his restraint and roared angrily.

A light lit up on the round table, and the portal poured out light, wrapping Wuming up.

When Wuming regained his sight, he had already returned to Stonewell City.

Nameless sat on the ground in a daze, muttering:

"Stingy..."

He pointed his middle finger at the golden tree:

"If you don't sell it, don't sell it, why chase people away, let's watch those old antiques decline."

Nameless lowered his middle finger and murmured:

"It's so pitiful, those faders have to endure such a bad service..."

Wuming's eyes lit up:
"That's my chance."

Wuming ran back to Mengliu Cave excitedly:
"Hey, Patch, my good brother, let's create a new round table hall."

Patch was prying open a dung beetle, drinking the juice inside, and coughing violently when he heard Wuming speak.

Patch wailed: "What's wrong with you again, man, we are almost tossed to death by you."

Patch and those men collapsed on the straw mat at this time, basically all of them were injured with ribbons.

(End of this chapter)