Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Hearing that Wuming dared to compare himself to excrement, the woman lifted Wuming up by his collar with a scary look in her eyes.

Wuming said: Are you asking for help?

Who begged you? The woman left Wuming disdainfully, I gave the mission to the warriors who followed you. Those people have the courage to become kings, not this stinky businessman who only seeks profit.

The woman looked at the caravan opposite the hybrid, looking for something:

Where are the two faded heroes from last time? The warrior with heavy armor and sledgehammer, and the bald shield gun warrior.

So. Wuming searched the crowd and gave the woman directions.

The woman said: Only a faded person with the potential to become a king can defeat the Blood Finger. You are a businessman, issue a hunting mission on my behalf - execute the Blood Finger, and I can teach them their lost and powerful prayer.

The woman said: Your fading one can also participate in this mission. If he succeeds, I will naturally help train him.

Wuming thought about it carefully and nodded slowly:

I reject.

Why? the woman was surprised, I'm not letting you go.

My refusal is naturally the result of careful consideration. Wuming listed the reason. I have seen that blood finger before. It is very powerful. If you want to get rid of her, you need to pay a very high price.

The road to becoming a king is so difficult. The woman said matter-of-factly.

Here's the question, if Tuifu can defeat that bloody finger, does he still need your guidance? Wuming sneered, I'm sorry for those of you who just hide some knowledge and keep it as a treasure, you are worse than a turtle.

What did you say? The woman took out the knife.

A forged stone to be precise, with sharp and sharp edges.

Wu Mingzhiqu started the next reason:

And the most important thing - where are my benefits?

What else do you want?

I will help you release the mission, and the faded warriors will help you fight people. It's a win-win situation for both of you. What about me? Wuming was a little excited, You have to pay me the corresponding agency fee!

The woman looked at Wuming as if she were looking at something dirty:

It's incredible that there are no runes in the eyes of a person like you. Your whole brain is obviously filled with runes.

Stop talking nonsense and bring me the red envelope, otherwise there's no need to talk. Wuming stretched out his hand towards the woman.

The woman handed the sharp forging stone to Wuming's palm.

Then prick it down hard.

The air was cut by sharp edges, making a harsh sound.

Fortunately, Wuming hid quickly and was not stabbed.

The woman sneered: No need for you, I will issue the task myself, and the real king will naturally accept the challenge.

Wuming moved his wrist and asked in confusion:

Why do you want to find a real king so much?

Isn't it normal to want to assist the king, train the king, and gather around the king? the woman said, This is the highest honor.

The woman put her hands together in a praying posture, with longing:

The true king is humble, heroic, kind, and powerful...

So that's it. Wuming nodded and bowed humbly to the woman, I have been a king for a period of time - do you want to come to my caravan to help me? Help me make money?

The woman pointed at Wuming.

Then the woman jumped to a high point where several coffins were stacked, raised her arms and shouted:

Everyone, look at me, I have something to announce!

Everyone stopped eating and drinking and looked at the woman.

The woman hugged her shoulders and looked weak:

I've been in a lot of trouble lately. I've been frequently chased by a bloody finger wielding a double-headed sword. I hope there's a warrior who can save me. I'm a priest of the church. If someone can save me, I'm willing to assist you until you become Al. King of Den, teach you the lost and powerful prayer...

After the woman finished speaking, she looked around expectantly.

After watching the woman finish speaking, the soldiers lowered their heads to eat again.

Why is no one responding? The woman was dumbfounded.

It's not that we don't want to help you. Patch said, We have faced that Blood Finger before. It is very strong. We are no match for it.

How is this possible? The woman was very excited. I can see that you have great potential and you will definitely be able to defeat strong enemies.

Patch shrank his head: Why do you like me so much?

I just like heroes who use guns. The woman pointed her thumb at Patch.

Patch was not interested. After Wuming's plan for him to join the volcano failed, he was no longer interested in taking Dajiao to do justice.

Patch looked at Tragus aside: What about you?

I really want to help you, madam. Tragus said, but I can't guarantee that I can defeat that dragon knight on my own.

The woman saw that the two heroes she recognized in her heart were shrinking, and she was a little anxious: Where are the other warriors?

Where are there other soldiers here? Wuming smiled, There are only my employees here.

Wuming also imitated the women and raised their arms and shouted:

The Bloody Finger is very tricky. It's difficult to deal with it alone. How about a group hunt?

The caravan was a little quiet for a moment, and the mixed-breed Kaidan mercenaries and other warriors all looked at each other.

Five thousand runes per person, twenty thousand runes for those who successfully cut off Blood Finger's head. Wuming added.

Different from the previous deserted situation, all the soldiers in the caravan stood up, drew out their weapons, and silently acted as nameless swords, preparing to kill the enemy.

Wuming smiled shyly: I am just too prestigious.

The woman shook her head: I can't save you.

Just tell me whether you want it or not? Wuming said.

No! The woman glared at him, but she really didn't want it. What's the point? What I need is a king, the only king. It's not a rabble that only swarms with people. Only a large number of people can give birth to courage.

Then it seems you're not in a hurry. Wuming asked the soldiers to sit down and continue eating meat and soup.

For a while, no one talked to the woman anymore.

The woman did not believe in evil, so she found Millicent and held her hands:

What about you? I can see that you have the power to defeat the bloody finger.

Millicent was a little shy and was about to agree when she saw Wuming shaking his head at her.

Millicent immediately changed her mind: My teacher seems unwilling.

The woman followed Millicent's gaze and saw Wuming, and her teeth itched with hatred.

Why don't you agree? Millicent asked Wuming, Aren't we supposed to help others?

Wu Ming said: To be precise, we help people who are in difficulty and need help.

I think it's difficult for her to be chased by Bloody Finger, right? Millicent said.

I don't think she's in a hurry at all. Wuming said, She still has the time to choose her hero.

It can't be said that they are not in a hurry, the people in Yatan are like this. Caleb, sitting among the merchants, interjected, The golden people who wandered from Rodel in the past fainted from hunger on the road and were given alms by others. I ordered a piece of beef, and guess what? Hey, it’s not that I won’t eat what’s on my waist.”

Wuming smiled and said to Millicent: You are one of the few strong men among us. You have to be responsible for protecting the people here.

What about Blood Finger? Millicent asked.

I'll go. Tragus finished the last bite, put on his helmet, and lifted the sledgehammer.

This time Patch was not happy: You can go if you can beat me?

You can't just watch Blood Finger kill her. Tragus said, If anyone asks for help, I will help.

Even if it means going to die? Patch asked.

Even if it means going to die. Dajiao said.

For a moment, the surrounding warriors were in awe, expressing their respect for Dajiao with silence.

Thank you, you will definitely succeed, you have the courage to be a king. The woman held the big horn hand and shook it.

Dajiao heroically picked up the sledgehammer, looked up to the sky and laughed away.

He vomited blood and flew back.

The night sky was still dotted with the golden light of the golden trees, making it difficult to completely darken it. People seemed to see something exploding, like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet.

The big horn was hit by that thing, and flew backwards with it, piercing the entire caravan, plowing a path along the turf on the ground, and destroying a coffin. It hit a protruding rock before stopping. .

This movement was so loud that it alarmed everyone.

Wuming was the first to rush to Dajiao and check his injuries.

The rock behind Dajiao has cracked, and the big goat armor on Dajiao's body has also broken into several pieces.

When he takes off his helmet, he can see that Tragus is covered in blood and has passed out.

Fortunately, it's nothing serious. Wuming felt relieved, He's not dead.

What the hell? Patch also rushed over.

Wuming looked along the dirt road plowed by Dajiao's body. The thing that hit Dajiao used Dajiao's body as a buffer and stayed on the soft soil.

He is actually a golden people.

The Golden People also fainted and fell to the ground, covered in blood.

Yeah, it seems they won't be able to ask before they wake up. Wuming shook his head, pulled the two of them together, and released a healing prayer.

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The woman sat on the coffin, as quiet as a chicken.

It's a bit hard for a woman to accept the fact that the hero she had so much hope for is gone so quickly.

The caravan was busy picking up leftovers, picking up the ruins pierced by the big-horned plows, and picking up people injured by the aftermath.

It wasn't until dawn that Dajiao and the golden people finally woke up.

Nameless Patch and others sat around in front of the golden people, wanting to know what happened.

But the golden people were silent, their eyes were dead, and they didn't say anything.

Occasionally, Wuming would be cornered, and she would just look at him with a disgusted expression, but remain silent.

Wuming tried to use leftovers to pry open the man's mouth, but to no avail.

You don't want to eat oil and salt? Wuming wondered, Don't you like to eat it?

The golden citizen finally spoke: I won't eat it if it's not roasted.

Wuming was in awe: You are indeed a golden people.

Wuming called Millicent over: Find another whole sheep, and I will roast it for him myself.

Millicent took the order and left. Not long after, she came back with empty hands.

Didn't you find the sheep? Wuming asked.

Millicent shook her head: It's dawn and the field of vision has broadened. Teacher, please come and take a look. You don't need to ask him.

Wuming walked uphill to a plain. Seeing the scene in front of him, he suddenly understood why Dajiao was hit so hard last night.

Originally, there was a camp of Rodel soldiers in front of these abandoned coffin coffins, which was probably used to prevent enemies coming from the mine tunnel.

Wuming and others once talked with these soldiers.

Now the entire camp is gone, leaving only a large circular pit.

In the middle of the crater, you can vaguely see the arc-shaped top of the meteorite.

Stars? Wuming was surprised.

Stars falling from the royal city was something he never expected.

In the nameless cognition, stars either fall freely to random landing points, or their trajectories are affected by gravity magic.

As for the gravity magic that can affect the trajectory of stars, currently only Latarn can do it.

Is this Latarn's handiwork? Wuming looked at the royal city in the distance, not knowing what was happening there.

Wuming called Millicent over: I'll leave it to you first.

What? Millicent didn't understand.

Wuming didn't answer and just lay on the ground, motionless.

Teacher? Millicent was shocked and picked up Wuming's body, but it was useless to shake it.

The nameless consciousness has traveled through Yatan and the Lake District, passed through the seal of the academy, and opened its eyes in the academy.

The little doll he left with Se Lian was not only to facilitate Se Lian's disguise as a single mother, but also to allow him to contact the lake area at any time. This is a stopgap measure when there are no portals.

The stars are turning again, and Rhea Lucalia Academy, through Ser Lian's efforts, has restored the tradition of stargazers.

These magicians observe the stars every day, record the movement patterns of the stars, and calculate their next movement trajectories to understand the stars.

Wu Ming asked Se Lian to help him use stargazing to figure out whether the meteorites on the altar fell naturally or were the result of external interference.

Let’s take a look at the progress on Se Lian’s side.

Wuming's consciousness woke up from the little puppet, turned his head, and looked around.

Wuming found himself sitting on the table in the classroom, with Burke lying next to him. He was also sitting on the table, sitting on the left and right of him. He was sitting in the middle of the front row of the classroom, facing a blackboard, which was full of drawings. Star trails.

The classroom was surrounded by pyroxene magicians, each wearing a pyroxene hood, and many of them had beards under the hoods.

The magicians were sitting on their chairs and there were papers on the table.

Wuming and Burke seemed out of place among this group of people.

Although Burke's posture was more arrogant than Wuming's, he blended in better than Wuming - there was also a piece of paper in front of him with something written on it. The demi-human's body was too thin to fit into the tables and chairs here, so he had to lie on the table with his butt sticking out and write and draw.

Behind the podium, Se Lian was sitting dignifiedly, writing something.

The scope of this exam is all what I have talked about. Se Lian said, What did I say? I talked about the key points.

Burke whispered below: Didn't you come up with this question yourself...

It's the exam, no whispering. Se Lian threw a piece of chalk on Burke's head.

Burke immediately fell silent and continued to write hard.

Se Lian threw away Burke's chalk tip and noticed that the puppet was moving. He immediately understood it. After a while, he announced that the exam was over and asked the apprentices to leave the classroom, leaving only Burke and Wuming.

How's the progress? Wuming controlled the puppet to speak.

As you can see. Se Lian said, Fu Yue is now ready to put down the child and let Burke study alone in the classroom.

She still insists on picking me up from and to school, Burke added.

Se Lian said: As a college tutor and the mother of another child, I can talk to her. Unfortunately, you rarely come over, which makes me very passive.

Se Lian's tone was helpless and annoyed.

Wuming asked: It didn't go well?

To communicate with her starting from the child, you have to talk about the child, right? Se Lian asked Wuming, For example, we usually talk about the child's grades and so on.

The little puppet nodded.

Se Lian punched a hole in the desk, full of reluctance:

But I can only use my own handwriting to disguise it as my child's test paper. My child can't beat her child honestly. I'm so angry!