Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Hearing that Patch had abandoned his mission to go fishing, Wuming's expression was uncertain for a while before he finally calmed down.

Only then did he finally notice Laya again, who was restless and hesitant to speak.

Thank you, little girl. Wuming's voice softened a little, and he was about to leave.

Seeing Wuming about to leave, La Ya quickly reached out and grabbed his arm armor.

A membrane of yellow barrier appeared, penetrated by her outstretched hand.

Noticing this barrier, Laya thought of something, quickly retracted her hand, and shrank into the golden barrier.

Wuming noticed that the barrier was the same model as that of Airei Church. It was a necessary protective barrier for wealthy nobles when traveling.

It seems that he is really a nobleman and his status is not low. Wuming thought to himself.

Although Laya retracted her hand, she still looked at Wuming.

With her hunched figure, she could only look up at Wuming, with a pitiful look in her eyes from bottom to top:

Um...uncle, can you do me a favor?

What are you busy with? Wuming looked cheerful.

On the one hand, it's because Patch's whereabouts have been tracked, and on the other hand, he thinks that the girl comes from a famous family and looks silly - it looks like it's easy to make money from her.

The nameless eyes licked La Ya's whole body like a poisonous snake, trying to find the pockets that might contain runes.

After watching it for a long time, Wuming felt a little discouraged.

It is true that the disguised human form of La Ya may hide the money bag in many places, but the true identity under the illusion is clearly visible.

Apart from his body, he is only wearing a vest.

Unless this snake-like race has some magical special storage method, such as crops, there won't be anything valuable.

If you don’t have runes on you, you can only work on favors.

The favors of nobles are also very valuable.

Wuming listened attentively to La Ya's request.

Laya said timidly:

I was traveling under the orders of my master, but I was attacked by a gangster. He took away my important necklace. I would like to ask you to help get it back.

Necklace... Wuming looked at La Ya.

This girl's snake-like body has a big face and a thick neck. Her neck is as wide as her body. Can she really wear a necklace?

There can't be any fraud... Wuming thought to himself.

According to Patch, the Lawbreakers of the Volcano Mansion are also a group of madmen who like to hunt their compatriots, similar to the Blood Fingers of the Blood Dynasty.

Wuming thought for a moment and then stopped thinking about it.

Based on his own experience of being deceived countless times, Wuming judged that this girl Laya was quite innocent.

And if there is really a scam, the caravan will get another snake soup tonight.

But I don't seem to know how to make snake soup... Wuming muttered, and he sighed, It would be nice if there was a cook in the store.

Seeing Wuming's hesitation, Laya quickly said:

Of course, I will also give you the appropriate thank you gift.

She said: But that gangster is a fader like you. If you are really unwilling to fight with your compatriots, I will not force you...

Wuming smiled: Miss, you are worrying too much, I am not a fader.

Laya was surprised: You are not a fader? But your eyes don't have any light? Or are you a snake or something?

Wuming laughed: As long as it is beneficial to me, I can be a fader and prevent me from making money, but that doesn't have to be the case. Don't be so stuck on race.

La Ya poked her chin and tilted her head, unable to understand Wuming's thoughts.

Where is the gangster? Wuming asked La Ya about the location of the commission. Miss La Ya was bullied. If she doesn't agree, a little gangster, deal with him!

The empty house right in front. Laya pointed in one direction.

Miss La Ya, will you come with me? Wuming glanced at La Ya.

La Ya shook her head:

My mother didn't let me get out of this circle. She said there were bad people outside the circle.

The girl burst into tears: But I was too hungry before. I smelled a scent and went out in a daze. When I came back to my senses, the necklace was taken away. I still didn't listen to my mother.

Don't cry, I'll bring it back to you right now. Wuming picked up his sword and shield and strode forward.

Soon I found the empty house that La Ya mentioned.

This is a rather dilapidated cabin. Next to the firewood pile in front of the cabin, there is a man with an iron mask sitting.

The man has a broad frame, and even when he is sitting to the side, he can feel that he is strong. He was wearing a loose cloth, which was gray and stained with stains of various colors and looked very dirty.

The man wore a rough barrel iron mask, and his eyes were exposed through the pores of the mask, making him look a bit scary.

The man's character was as bad as his appearance. When he saw Wuming approaching, he sat there and glanced at Wuming:

What are you standing there for? I'll kill you, get out of here.

Wuming ignored the man and focused on what was in front of him.

The masked man set up a large pot in front of him, which was filled with shrimps, crabs and other aquatic products. They were cooked until they were golden and shiny, exuding a dense steam of heat.

Did you do this? Wuming asked.

So what? The masked man glared at Wuming, Get out of here, don't you hear me? If you don't want to die, get out of here. I'm in a good mood now and the pot is about to start. I won't kill you.

Wuming didn't react at all to the masked man's harsh words.

Having experienced various dangerous situations, Wuming understands that dogs that bite don't bark. This kind of person who kills you at every turn is not a big threat at all.

In terms of danger alone, Patch is much more sinister than this guy. Patch is killing people every time he smiles.

Wuming even felt that the masked man was shaking slightly, probably because he was afraid of him.

This is also normal.

Apart from the rather scary helmet on his head, the gangster only had a layer of rags all over his body.

Wuming himself was covered in iron sheets. In addition to his body armor, he also wore a sword and shield. His helmet was much sturdier than the masked man's rough iron sheet shield.

Just like seeing a beast taller than themselves, people will always be afraid.

Wuming pointed at the pot of seafood:

How is your cooking? Is it delicious?

The gangster said: What about my craftsmanship? I can't guarantee anything else. I'm good at cooking shrimps.

The gangster patted his chest:

I am the soul-infused shrimp!

After the gangster finished bragging, he softened his tone when he saw Wuming staring at the iron pot:

You want to eat? Do you like shrimp too?

Wuming nodded, but did not answer directly:

The shrimp is good, very nutritious and powerful.

The gangster took a deep look at Wuming:

Yes, you are very discerning. Your boy's life has been saved. Those who like shrimp are definitely not bad people.

Aren't you a bad person? Wuming asked back.

The gangster choked.

The gangster suddenly found himself in a dilemma.

If you want to maintain your fierce persona, you obviously cannot admit that you are a good person. But if he's not a good person, doesn't that mean he doesn't like shrimps?

The gangster masked man struggled for a long time, and when he saw Wuming staring at him playfully, he became a little angry:

I'm tired of being a bad guy and want to be a good guy, isn't that okay?

Okay, why not? Wuming said, Sir, can you please return Miss La Ya's necklace?

Oh, you came here for her. The gangster suddenly realized, You want that necklace... Humph, if you want it, you should show some sincerity? It depends on the situation, maybe I am willing to sell it to you. oh.

Shouldn't good people turn it in directly? Wuming asked.

Why? The gangster glared at him, This is not my illegal income. That little girl ate my shrimps, and she still doesn't allow me to charge?

That girl is a nobleman. The necklace that the nobleman cherishes so much cannot be replaced by a few shrimps, right? Wuming squinted his eyes.

She ate a pot. The gangster said expressionlessly.

Oh... Wuming looked at the fish and shrimp in the big iron pot, That seems to be about the same...

Wuming touched the helmet: Forget it, I'll buy it then.

You just buy what you say? said the gangster. You buy and sell by force, right? Where is your sincerity?

The gangster stretched out his hand and twirled his fingers at Wuming.

But Wuming completely ignored the gangster's gesture and shifted his gaze to the steaming iron pot.

Wuming thought, since the gangster didn't plan to sell the necklace, his sincerity could not be measured by Lu En.

And although Wuming wanted to throw an excess amount of runes at the gangster's face to change his mind, he couldn't bear it.

Your shrimp is pretty good, Wuming said.

You are very discerning, the gangster said proudly.

But, the nutritional value is not high. Wuming said.

The gangster stopped after hearing this: What do you mean?

These are just ordinary crayfish meat. I can feel that they don't contain much power. Wuming said.

Are you looking for trouble? The gangster glared at him, There are many nutritious shrimps in the lake, go and hunt them.

Wuming left the shabby house where the shrimps were cooked without saying a word.

The gangster thought he had successfully choked Wu Ming, so he snorted disdainfully, picked up a shrimp, lifted up his mask and stuffed it into his mouth:

I don't have any shitty skills. I can only talk and talk loudly all day long. I'm not a coward yet--

A huge lobster fell from the sky and plunged headfirst into the soft muddy water, causing a large splash of water to hit the gangster.

But the gangster didn't care about his anger at all. He looked at the body that was still as tall as the wooden house and his head fell into the muddy water. The shrimp meat in his mouth fell quietly.

Wuming walked from behind the lobster with a smile:

That's what I meant. I was thinking about how to show my sincerity. It doesn't matter if you like shrimp, I thought of this.

Nameless knocked on the hard carapace of the giant shrimp:

How about it? Are you sincere enough?

The gangster was still in a daze, looking at Wuming and then at the giant shrimp.

Are you sincere enough? Wuming approached the gangster and asked again word for word.

The gangster came to his senses and nodded wildly like a chicken pecking at rice.

That's good. Wuming touched his palms, and the sound of gold and iron and sparks intertwined with his palms. Can you sell me the necklace now? You bid.

The gangster looked at Wuming's kind eyes, swallowed, and took out a huge necklace:

I brought this necklace. I can't sell it to you easily. The so-called horse bones bought for a thousand pounds are not worth the sincerity. Such a big necklace is worth one rune.

Not bad, the price is very reasonable. Wuming smiled and accepted the necklace and handed it to the gangster a rune.

The gangster's face shield hadn't closed yet, and he gave a forced smile:

Um...can you go back and give work to that little girl?

No rush. ​​Wuming said, shaking the necklace, This is to thank the girl for helping me, but I still have my own things to do.

What's your business? The gangster wondered.

To be precise, it's our business. Wuming clenched his fists, Our business... is not over yet.

Hearing the rattling of Wuming's gauntlets, the gangster almost burst into tears:

Brother, what else do you want to do? How about I give you this pot of fish, shrimp, and crabs?

Teaching people how to fish is worse than teaching them how to fish. Wuming said, I want you more than the lobster.

The gangster moved the stool back in horror until it hit the pile of firewood behind him.

He protected his chest with both hands to block the loose cloth, and looked horrified:

I'm not for sale.

That's because the price hasn't been reached yet. Wuming took out a large bag of runes and said, Make a price. How much are you willing to be my chef?

I would rather die than surrender - what did you say? The gangster put on the look of a chaste and fierce man, and was about to die heroically when he suddenly realized that what Wuming said was different from what he imagined.

Chef. The ring finger pointed at the iron pot, My caravan needs a cook. Food service is also very important. Food is the most important thing for the people.

Wuming said: What do you think I want to do?

I thought you were going to taint me. The gangster took a deep breath, I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to be cursed.

Why am I cursing you - are you coming? Wuming shook his money bag and knocked on the gangster's iron mask, making a clanging sound.

When recruiting employees, Wuming didn't mind throwing excess runes at others.

The gangster felt the heavy money bag with his iron mask, and swallowed it again, but still did not express his position.

Working for me, the ingredients are easy to come by. Wuming tapped the giant lobster with his wallet again, You can often come into contact with such top-notch ingredients.

The gangster's eyes lit up and he stood up on impulse.

But after standing halfway, he sat back silently:

Are you telling the truth? Are you really planning to hire me?

Why did I lie to you? Wuming wondered, You are so weak, besides your craftsmanship, is there anything else you need me to obtain through deception?

The gangster sat on a small bench, tore off his collar, and his clothes were in tatters, revealing his plump chest muscles.

Do you know what kind of clothes this is?

I don't know. Wuming said, But the material must be average. I'll recommend a new material to you later. It's light, tough, silky and smooth -

These are the clothes of prisoners. The gangster interrupted Wuming, The clothes of prisoners who have committed serious crimes. I have been in a prison for a long time. Are you sure you want to recruit someone like me?

The gangster smiled mockingly:

I have been in prison. For people like me, there is no way to go back and live a normal life. It is too difficult to go back. I can only wait until I die before taking the right path.

It's as if no one has ever been in prison. Wuming smiled disapprovingly, In my caravan, some employees are members of the cult, some participated in the massacre, and some threatened the Kaliya royal family and were imprisoned. Not long ago He escaped from prison with my help.

Wuming held the gangster's hand and stood him up directly:

There may not be any righteous people in the prison. I have rescued mice that have perished in prison, and I have seen masters and friends in prison. Believe me, as long as you want to take the right path, you can definitely do it!

Wuming's words were filled with sincere warmth, which warmed the gangster's heart, and he almost agreed.

But the inferiority complex in his heart still made him hesitate.

It's good for me to sell shrimps here. If you want shrimps, I can supply them to you here... The gangster tried to shirk the situation.

How can that be done? The supply point must be set up at the right location to maximize your value. Wuming said, Don't feel inferior, sinner? What about sinners? Sinners can also atone for their sins. Let everyone take a bath. Praise the sun as it shines!

The gangster was almost convinced, but when he heard Wuming's last words praising the sun, his legs suddenly went weak and he almost sat back down.

What did you just say? The gangster's voice trembled.

Praise the sun. Wuming enthusiastically hugged the gangster, helped him stand firm, and showed him the badge of the sun.

Our caravan is all about helping each other. Look at this sign, isn't it friendly and warm? This is our doctrine...

Wuming kept telling the gangster the story of the sun and its warmth.

The gangster just stared at the sun badge pattern, his body became colder and colder, and he couldn't exert any strength on his feet.

Wuming found that the gangster was unmoved and frowned: Why, are you still unwilling?

Hearing Wuming's slightly disappointed tone, the gangster suddenly felt a surge of strength under his feet, stood up straight, and said quickly:

Yes, I am willing, I am willing to do whatever you say.

Wuming immediately put on a smile,

Teachable boy, I knew we would be gay. You must have been influenced by the sun, right?

He slapped the gangster on the back vigorously: Don't worry, follow me, there will be meat to eat, and I won't treat you badly...

The gangster just smiled, and every time his eyes came into contact with the sun badge displayed by Wuming, he immediately looked away, with a look of horror on his face.