Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Fan Lei has suffered a lot of humiliation these days.

He asked himself that he was a perfect person, different from those imperfect products.

He endured the devastation of the cursed blood and accepted the teachings of pain and wounds. He was different from those defective products who were crazy about blood and were tortured crazy by the cursed blood.

This pride has recently been destroyed to nothing.

Being able to bear the cursed blood is a great thing, and the Blood Dynasty is certainly a demigod force. But after all, the Blood Dynasty is still a force hiding underground. The Blood Dynasty's set of judgment standards would not cause any splash when placed in a vast border area - to be precise, no one recognized it at all.

People here believe in a more universal standard - disabled people have no human rights.

Fan Lei tried to crawl to a populated place, to taverns, villages and camps, and asked about the method of entering the academy.

But they often become the object of ridicule before they even open their mouths.

If he climbs to the entrance of the tavern, he will be kicked out as a beggar; if he climbs to the entrance of the village, his sarcastic laughter will cover up all his inquiries, and more ferocious people will attack him directly and set dogs to attack him.

His wounds and pain increased his faith, and so did the power of his prayers.

For Fan Lei, this is the only good news and the reason why he can still survive.

With his medical skills, his knowledge, and the power of prayer, he barely survived in the Junction, but met a worse end than the Platinum Sons.

At least the Platinum Son knows how to hide in uninhabited places, but Fan Lei has to take the initiative to run to crowded places, take the initiative to endure humiliation, and bear fatal attacks at all times.

The white mask has been taken into his arms and is no longer worn.

In such a life, his white mask fell off too often, and every time it was worn on one hand, it was extremely painful.

What made him even more painful was that he could not see the white mask, an object that symbolized doctors and nobility, being humiliated along with him.

He also gradually put away the arrogance of the Blood Dynasty. At first, it was to hide it and not to shame the Blood Dynasty, but gradually, as the habit became natural, he really became a little timid.

Whenever he realizes this, Fan Lei will become furious, no longer hiding himself in his rage, and slaughter all those who humiliate him.

Leaving some blood rose culture along the way was the only thing he could do now.

After all, he asked all the way and couldn't find a way to enter the academy. There was nothing more he could do.

The academy is another arrogant force, and their pride is no less than that of the Blood Dynasty. Since the Broken War, the academy has shut out even the rich and powerful from enrolling, let alone the common people in the tavern.

They may not know that Man Yue is imprisoned in the magic academy.

There was really no other way, so Fan Lei could only crawl into a church, wait for the faded people passing by, and start doing his old job.

He no longer recruited the faded ones as the White Mask of the Blood Dynasty. Instead, he pretended to be a poor priest, received 10 runes, and pretended to teach the faded ones spells, defrauding sympathy and extracting information.

It just so happens that he doesn't know much about praying, which fits his pretense of being a down-and-out priest.

Taking advantage of the kindness of the well-meaning Faders, he attempts to gather information that will allow the Faders to find a way to enter the academy.

Based on the information he possesses, there is likely to be a key to the academy in the middle of the lake area.

Because there is a pyroxene dragon there.

The pyroxene dragon is a flying dragon that swallowed too many magicians, causing the pyroxene to corrode its body and begin to crystallize.

There must have been quite a few magicians who died in that place, and maybe there was a magician who had the key to the academy's seal.

But when he coaxed the faded people to go to the center of the Lake District one after another, he found nothing.

The Stone Dragon does exist, and the magician's body also exists, but there is no key.

Fan Lei was a little desperate.

He didn't know what to do next.

Maybe he can find a way further afield, to the High Altar, to the Volcano Mansion, to the Royal City, to the Snow Mountain.

If he still has limbs, he can go anywhere.

But he has no arms or legs.

He used to despise Greg from the bottom of his heart, but now he hopes that Greg is still alive, or that the limb grafting ceremony is still passed down, so that his hands and feet may be able to come back.

Fan Lei was at a loss, but the fanaticism in his heart did not allow him to stop.

He couldn't stop, and if he did, he might collapse completely.

Go, keep walking, go to places you have never been before.

Maybe there is redemption and hope there.

Fan Lei was thinking about the stories and teachings of the Blood Dynasty, and the experiences of the great Blood King as a child.

That pain motivated him and drove him to continue.

Fan Lei stopped pretending to be a poor priest teacher and turned around to crawl in the other direction - the edge of the cliff on the west side of the lake area.

It was filled with toxins, the wounds on his body would become infected, and his crawling posture would make him drink rotten water.

But what does it matter.

Fan Lei remembered the smell of the cesspool.

It doesn't taste any worse than that anyway.

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The whole village was shocked when Millicent dragged the body of the massive prosthetic noble to Platinum Village.

The Platinum Sons, who have never had much experience with legs since they were born, have never seen this kind of monster. Looking at the hands and feet all over their body, they want to touch but dare not, so they just marvel at it.

The Sons of Platinum knew that this corpse might contain their hope and future, so they thanked Millicent one after another and wanted to worship her.

They really paid homage, and many gray-haired old men knelt in front of Millicent, kowtowed, and called her mother.

Millicent smiled bitterly: This is too exaggerated. No matter how you say it, it's not called that.

Mr. Alpas stood beside Millicent and said with a smile:

We Platinum Sons were not born through ordinary methods, so we don't care so much about ordinary ethics. For us, survival is the first priority. Those who are capable work hard, and those who are masters are teachers.

Forget being a teacher, why do you still call me mother? Millicent covered her face.

Rebirth parents. Elpas happily stopped the other Platinum Sons from embarrassing Millicent again.

I would also like to trouble you to take him to the hut. Elpas said, I'm afraid the elder will have to study it for a long time. He has difficulty moving and may need your help.

No trouble. Millicent continued dragging the body uphill.

She pulled him to the hut and found that the body of the prosthetic nobleman was too big and bloated. It was impossible to pull him into the house, so she had to put it outside the door and go in by herself.

Elder, I'm sorry I didn't bring him alive— Millicent looked at the elder, a little dazed.

During the time she left for Stone City, the elder's only remaining hand was gone.

From the doorway, the elder's silhouette looks like a tadpole.

The remaining leg may be, as Mr. Alpas said, his lifeline.

It doesn't matter. It's much more difficult to capture him alive than to kill him. The elder didn't mind, You should be able to find clues from his body. Haha, maybe your broken arm will be saved by then.

Millicent was a little confused:

Elder, maybe I... don't want to have my limbs reattached.

Why? asked the elder, Don't you want to have healthy hands?

Millicent looked at the body outside the door:

I thought about it before, but after seeing that corpse, I'm not sure anymore. Maybe we shouldn't hold such a ceremony for the mutilation of limbs.

The elder sighed: For ordinary lives, maybe this is the case. I won't force you. I just hope you can help me and help me. As you can see, it's not convenient for me to be like this...

I understand, please don't worry. Millicent said, The Platinum Son is different from me, I still understand this.

Under the guidance of the elders, Millicent took out various saws and machetes and began to cut the limbs of the limb-joining nobles, looking for abnormalities in the connection points and the information contained in the limb-joining ceremony.

For Millicent, it was yet another experiment.

She used to be the one who was experimented on, and the experiment was to save her. Now she is on the side of the experiment, in order to save the Platinum Son.

Under the guidance of the elders, Millicent made rapid progress, and the elders also came up with many possible guesses.

But conjectures are conjectures after all. There are only corpses here, but no living subjects to experiment with.

It would be great if there was an experimental subject... the elder sighed.