The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 91

The crowd in the audience was furious, but Wuming was emotionally stable:

"Everyone, calm down, I know what you are thinking, please don't worry, the store will definitely compensate you, ten times the compensation!"

The nameless and powerful declaration of compensation shocked everyone, and people were a little unbelievable:

"Ten times? Is it true?"

"Of course it is true." Wuming was convinced, "We promise that we will compensate you for your losses tenfold."

He took out a gold coin with a bald head on the obverse and a solar eclipse-like pattern on the north:

"This is the voucher I gave you. This is the coupon of our store. One gold coin is worth one thousand runes."

"How's that for runes?" asked the warriors.

"Oh, that's it. You can spend as much as you want in my store until you pay back your losses." Wuming added, "You can use one of these coupons for every [-] rune."

The warriors bowed their heads and counted with their fingers for a while, then continued to throw things on the stage:
"Do you think we are stupid?"

Wuming was smashed and hid everywhere, and it took him a long time to get his voice down. He said:

"As for the money, I've already spent it, so I can't pay you back anyway."

Everyone was annoyed when they heard that, and some long-range weapons were ready to greet Wuming.

"Everyone, everyone." Wuming pressed his hands, gesturing for people to be quiet, "I know what you are thinking, but you misunderstood me."

Wuming said sincerely: "I want you to challenge Lataen better."

Nameless pointed to a soldier who always received his prayers and blessings before starting a battle:

"Is my service bad?"

The soldier hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

Wuming's service is indeed very good, but he always feels that he is being fooled by saying so.

"That's not the same thing at all!" A quick-witted person broke through Wuming's words, "Your service is good, and it has nothing to do with you deceiving us."

Wuming is still very calm:
"All warriors, let me ask you, what is the purpose of your participation in the festival?"

purpose?

The warriors looked at each other.

For knights, combat is everything.

Participate in battles, gain glory, and the ensuing honors, wealth, status...

This is a custom that has been passed down since ancient times.

It is a way of life developed and advocated by King Geoffrey himself.

The arenas that are still preserved in Gaylide are a testament to this custom.

Such a self-evident thing, but also the purpose?
The Warriors didn't know how to explain things that were too obvious.

"Anyway, it has been like this since the ancestors." The warriors chose Togu as their platform.

Nefeli was obviously clearer about her purpose, and shouted: "I want to challenge the strongest demigod, prove my strength, and gain glory!"

This sound immediately ushered in the nodding approval of many warriors.The statement seemed both heroic and honorable.

"Then have you ever fought Lataen?" Wuming asked.

This question stung the hearts of the warriors present, and they became even more noisy.

"If you didn't treat Lataen, we would have won!" Someone objected.

"Is it an honor to win by fighting with wheels like this?" Wuming asked again, "The last person who defeated Rataen will get the glory of the festival, or should everyone share the glory together?"

The warriors finally remained silent.

There is no doubt that it is really not like a festival to crusade against Latarn like this.

More like miners getting ready to dig a tunnel.

Seeing the silence of the warriors, Wuming became more plausible and aggressive:

"Many people here came later. Let me ask you, would you still have a chance to see Lataen without us hanging on to Lataen? Do you still have a chance to feel the power of the strongest demigod? You can brag to future generations in the future, and you can say that you have seen the strongest demigod in its heyday, instead of killing a cripple who is dying in his dying years."

"It's not the heyday, is it?" Neferi said, "And why do you want to hide it from us?"

"That's right!" Wuming said, "Lataen is indeed not in its heyday, so what I'm doing is to restore him and reproduce the posture of the strongest demigod in the Broken War! Reproduce the feat of Broken Star!"

Wuming's imposing speech overwhelmed the audience. Seeing the tranquility of the audience, he smiled with satisfaction.

Although Paqi and Jie Lian both said that Rataen was a thorn in the side of many forces, Wuming didn't see it that way—in Wuming's eyes, Lataen was a cash cow.So even if it is really a thorn in his side, Wuming must pull out the thorn.

Wuming analyzed the composition of the people rushing in front of the stage.

The warriors headed by Nefeli and Alexander yearn for battle and glory, and as long as they promise stronger enemies and higher glory, they can get away with it.

People like Roger and Tragos are more for fun. Tragos stayed here just to help other fighters defeat Lataen.Such people don't need to care, as long as the wind changes, they will also change.

And for Blazer and the stargazers...

Sure enough, Blazer and the stargazers, as well as many fighters, still refused to give up.

Blazer frowned: "You want to save Ratan? We are partners. Do you know that Ratan hinders the development of stargazing?"

The stargazers immediately responded.

Wuming didn't rush: "Ask me, how did Lataen hinder the stars? Was it because she was born so ugly that the stars were afraid to come down?"

The stargazer said: "Of course it's gravity magic. Rataen learned the gravity magic from Stone Skin White King, who is also an extraterrestrial visitor."

"Since it's the day after tomorrow, it's easy to say." Wuming said, "Can't you just ask Lataen to remove the magic?"

The stargazers looked at each other.

This method...doesn't seem to work?

"Lataen in full bloom, who can persuade him?" Blazer was unwilling to place his hope on the will of the demigod, "He is a supporter of the Golden Dynasty, how could he let go of the shackles of the stars and Kalia?"

"There are always more methods than problems." Nameless said, "I use my reputation to guarantee that I will persuade Lataen to liberate the stars."

"The reputation of a deceitful businessman?" someone among the stargazers said abruptly.

Nameless stared at that person.

Judging by his attire, this man does not look like a stargazer, but rather a warrior.

Nameless nodded seriously:
"Yes, businessmen pay great attention to reputation, and reputation is the cornerstone of our business."

The man continued to speak harshly:

"I don't trust you."

That voice was joined by many others.

Nameless observed these people, some of them wore clothing with eye patterns, and some were pure and powerless faders.

The person wearing the eye badge also moved closer to Nefeli and whispered.

These people are another kind of group, they don't care about the glory of the ceremony, they are focusing on the big rune of Latarn.

Nameless looked at the old man and the others by the way.

The members of the Blood Dynasty have already offended Broken Star Lataen, so they definitely don't want to see Lataen recover.

These people are pure enemies and cannot coexist with Ratan.

But as long as other groups are united, the opinion of this part of the population is no longer important.

Wuming weighed the power comparison of different interest groups and concluded: Don't care about these people, they have no more power to solve Lataen.

Just as Wuming was about to wrap up and finish his speech, someone rushed out and once again scolded Wuming angrily:

"I don't accept it! You insulted the ceremony! The general deserves an honorable death!"

Wuming looked at the speaker and felt a little headache.

This is the local Red Lion Rider.

As a group that had been preparing for the Ratan Festival a long time ago, this group of people had almost deepened their goals into faith.

These people don't care whether the ritual can bring them power and honor, only care about the honor of Ratarn.

This festival is not only held for the warriors, but also for Lataen.

The Red Lions felt that Nameless had sullied the ritual, just as Gerlian had often rebuked Nameless for reasons.

And these red lions are not as close to Lataen as Jie Lian, so they are even more fanatical.

They wished they could eat Wuming alive.

Wuming shrunk his head, temporarily avoided the sharp edge, and looked back at Jie Lian: "Come on?"

Jie Lian did not shirk this time, he stood on the stage and sighed:
"My fellow warriors, it's all due to my dereliction of duty. Please go back and fix it first. I will definitely give you an explanation."

The warriors looked at the red lion who was much more angry than they were, and most of them left in a sensible way.

They knew that the next thing was the conflict within the red lion.

There were also many people who hated Jie Lian and longed for Latan's death and did not leave, sneering in the corner and preparing to watch the excitement.

The fanatical red lion pointed at Jie Lian's nose and scolded the traitor before the crowd left.

Such an act was enough to be hanged to death, but Jie Lian just kept silent.

Not to mention the red lion, he himself has always been hesitant and vacillating when it comes to treating Lataen.

Facing Red Lion's censure, Jie Lian didn't know how to respond with his identity and angle.

He looked up at the sky, only to feel that the scarlet sky was very oppressive.

Once upon a time, he was also a wandering knight, roaming around, carefree.

Although there is no peak strength, the heart of a knight is free. Even if it is death, it is also a free death, and no one can restrain it.

Until he got acquainted with Lataen, was impressed by Lataen, and willingly became his guest general and also became his friend.

The complex emotions in it, Jielian can't express to the red lion, and it is even more impossible for a resolute knight to express to them.

But can a knight who has become so indecisive really be considered a knight?

Jie Lian thought, maybe when he struggled with how to choose, he became a coward.

Jie Lian suddenly understood the situation of the general—unable to speak, unable to justify, the best way is to let the world reconcile with him through death.

Only death... can avoid those criticisms, those hostile gazes, and those hatred emotions.

Jelian stretched out his hand to the flame-shaped sword——

Hit the ground hard.

He shouted violently: "How can you die in such a cowardly manner!"

Jeremy tore off the old man's mask, his half-blind eye was full of anger, his hair and beard trembled, and overwhelmed the lions.

The veins in Jie Lian's hand clutching the big sword bulged:

"I made an agreement with the general to let each other 'die with honor'. Now that's the case, there's no honor at all!"

"Isn't the current situation caused by you and that despicable businessman?" Red Lion said.

"Fart your mother!" Jie Lian stared at the red lion. "On the first day, when the ceremony just started, Wuming didn't do anything. What happened? The ceremony is just a general's personal performance. Is this called honor?"

Jie Lian yelled: "Do you think that what the general desires is to show his reputation by bullying the weak? What the general desires is an opponent! The general never waited until he could end his enemy, he never waited until his death for that Enemies who can bring him fame!"

Jie Lian pointed his sword at the people watching in the corner:

"Look at these people, can they bring honor to the general? Does the Red Lion count on them?"

The spectators were suddenly stunned by Jie Lian, and immediately became angry.

But before they could make a move with anger, a few fire whips sent them flying.

Jie Lian completely ignored the farce in the corner, and angrily scolded the red lion:
"Since you want to honor the general, go kill the general yourself and give the general a close battle! Let's end the general personally!"

The Red Lion's anger was finally suppressed, and his voice became weaker:

"But we can't beat the general."

"That's right, you can't win either." Jeremy said, "None of us can give the general this honor, we can't give this legend a proper ending."

Jie Lian raised his voice: "But we can continue this legend, we can revive the legend! We can revive the general!"

"But what if we fail?" said the Red Lion abruptly, "then we have lost both our general and our reputation."

"That's what I call a coward!" said Jeremy. "Look at the Valkyrie, our great enemy, that woman who gave up her self-respect, gave up her face, and still survived. But this is also her courage. We will lose to the woman." Valkyrie? Are we going to be ridiculed by our archenemy standing in front of the tomb after we perish?"

The red lion's eyes are red now.

The elite soldiers of the royal city who have been proud for a lifetime were defeated by corruption, which is a shame of being nagged for a lifetime.

After the red lion dies, if you go to the field, you will be nagged for many lifetimes.

"The general longs for an evenly matched enemy, and such enemies do not exist. The Valkyrie is not dead, and the ominous ghosts are still active in the borderlands. That kind of enemy is what the general desires!"

Jie Lian raised his sword high:

"We want the general to restore his former heroic attitude and let him win the reputation of being a hero! If we fail, then we, the Red Lions, will bear all the shame and ridicule. The brave should be able to bear the shame. Is the Red Lion a coward? "

The red lions didn't dare to respond for a while.

This conflicts with their long-standing cognition.

In the eyes of the red lions, the brave should not suffer shame, and they would rather die than shame.

But Jelian's words were deafening, and that passionate roar made them want to agree.

Jeremy sighed:

"It's not that I can't understand you. The great end that has been preparing for a long time has been turned into a farce. Some people even personally contributed to this farce, sending medicine to Lataen for treatment..."

Jie Lian looked around at the red lion:
"Everyone, in all fairness, don't you really want to see your general wake up and regain his former heroism and glory?"

"Of course we want to..." the red lion groaned.

"Okay." Jie Lian nodded, "That's enough. I know you don't want to bear this shame. You don't have to worry. If you fail, just pass all the responsibilities to me. You don't have any responsibilities. You don't know. I don’t want to be involved in this either.”

Jie Lian said: "Go and call the warriors back, I will tell them that I, Jie Lian, will bear it alone!"

The red lions did not move, only a commotion.

Jie Lian glared at them:

"Be more straightforward! No matter which path you choose, it's what the brave do! Don't be submissive like a coward!"

Facing Jielian's scolding, the red lions were silent, but their eyes were red and their bodies trembled.

The knight who denounced Jie Lian as a traitor came out more and more, and stepped onto the stage to face Jie Lian.

The knight knelt on one knee, just like the etiquette he had done to the city lord in the past:

"I will bear it with you."

The red lion roared at the same time:

"We bear it together!"

This time everyone raised their weapons together, and the roar scattered the red clouds in the sky:
"A red lion has no cowards!"

(End of this chapter)