Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

When Mengt woke up, he was lying with a group of sons of evil omen.

For a moment, he thought he was back in the sewers of the royal city.

But when he found that there was a hybrid lying next to him and saw the bright golden light of the tree above his head, he woke up from his confusion.

He saw a person wearing a heavy robe and a tightly covered hood - a person dressed as a standard perfumer standing next to him, adjusting some herbs, preparing to take good care of his neighbor patients, and another Son of Omen.

The perfumer fed the medicine into the mouth of the son of ill omen, cut open the tumor spots on his body, and stuck a piece of herbal medicine on the outside.

The Son of Evil Omen roared, seeming to be in great pain, but his limbs had been bound in advance and tied to the bed board. No matter how much he struggled, the roar would only become more painful at best.

The limbs of the Son of Evil Omen were firmly fixed to the bed board, and his chest and waist bulged upward irregularly under the action of tight muscles, like a boulder thrown into a lake causing huge waves, but it did not fall back for a long time, showing great pain.

The huge waves suddenly receded, and the Son of Bad Omen fainted and lay on the bed, his lifeless face turned towards Menggert, foaming from the corners of his mouth.

Menggert saw cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

You shouldn't try to treat him. Mengt said coldly, Evil omens are chronic diseases that cannot be cured. If defilement can be removed so easily, it will not be defilement. Let them fend for themselves, which is mercy.

Don't move, it's time to treat you. The perfumer's voice sounded muffled in the hood, Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Once the treatment is done, it won't hurt anymore.

The perfumer said, putting the herbs aside and starting to fasten the belts on Menggote's limbs.

Stop, this is a treasonous act! Menggert's voice became louder, but his body had not yet fully recovered. In his weakness, he was unable to break free from the fast-moving perfumer, and his limbs were restrained.

Just by handing the herbs to Menggert, the strong pungent smell already made him alert and nervous. The scales all over his body stood up and the tumors trembled.

Don't be nervous. It will hurt a little the first time, but you will feel better after that... The perfumer comforted Menggert and held the herbs close.

Menggote pursed his lips, tilted his head, and held his breath away from the herbs.

The perfumer kept stuffing herbs into his mouth. Due to the restrictions of the hospital bed, his movement was always restricted.

A black shadow swung out, and its thick tail broke out from under Menggert, sending the perfumer flying away, smashing into bottles and jars and two or three hospital beds.

Menggert was a little surprised. He originally thought that his strength had diminished due to weakness, but he didn't expect that he still had such strength.

After discovering the damage he had caused, Menggert, who had been avoiding herbs just now, suddenly began to care about the perfumer.

Perfumers had a high reputation in the royal city, and he had sent perfumers to war and stripped them of their honor. He felt guilty. This time, they tried to save him, but he was attacked and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

But in the smoke and dust, there was an overturned hospital bed blocking the way, and Menggert couldn't see clearly the perfumer's current condition.

What are you doing? What are you doing? Patch rushed over immediately.

He walked to the overturned hospital bed, took a look, and immediately walked over to Menggert:

This is your fault. People are kind enough to save you, so how can you attack them?

When faced with other people's questions, Menggert put away his hidden concern and said coldly:

I've warned you not to treat bad omens again.

Aren't you a bad omen yourself? Patch said.

That has nothing to do with my identity. Menggert said, I am a bad omen. It also shows that I am adhering to the laws of the Golden Law.

So you hurt the kind and weak perfumer?

Menggert said: If you still persist, you are hurting them. You know that you will be defiled and cursed if you come into contact with the bad omen, but you still want them to treat you.

You are good at throwing pots away. Patch said, You can throw people away directly, why can't you just knock over the herbs with less effort?

I am born with supernatural powers.

What a natural power. Patch said, Then why are you still tied to the bed?

Mengt closed his eyes, did not look at Patch, and did not answer the question.

Patch sighed, motioned for the others to leave, and stood next to Bad Omen: Blessing King Menggote——

I am Malkit, the evil omen demon. Menggert insisted on the character design.

Okay, Malkit. Patch said, The perfumers want to cure the evil omen phenomenon, and I am not forcing them to do so. This is their own wish, and they are ready to sacrifice. Since you insist on evil omen, The sign is that the illness cannot be cured, so why not obey them and respect their wishes?

After hearing what Patch said, Menggert softened his attitude. He glanced over his head: Even persistence is dangerous. It will make people have unrealistic hopes and make more people cursed.

But sometimes, even blasphemy and defilement are necessary... Patch sighed.

What do you mean?

Our caravan has been targeted by the Volcano Mansion. Patch said, Perhaps...if necessary, we can use Defilers to resist the frequent attacks on the Volcano Mansion.

No, what's the difference between that and Volcano's style? Menggert suddenly looked at Patch, Besides, Volcano's official residence is also using Defilers to fight, do you think they will be afraid?

We have no choice. If we don't give it a try, how will we know? Patch said, How about... can you help me?

Mengt closed his eyes and thought.

Taking this opportunity, Patch gestured behind him.

Behind the overturned hospital bed, the perfumer stood up, pulled off his hood, revealing the face of Lance Sanks, and gestured to Patch.

The evil omen that had been fainted by the herbal medicine also got up, turned into irregular fluid, and stretched out a hand to gesture.

What Patch meant was to first make Mengt a little shorter morally, and then to be polite before fighting, so that Mengt would submit obediently.

Mengt thought for a moment, opened his eyes and said, No.

Why? Patch was stunned.

You will still treat the Son of Omen. Menggert said, The treatment has already begun before you know my identity. You just want to use my power to resist the volcano. If I don't join the war, you will all die. , or if all the Sons of Bad Omen die, research on treating the Sons of Bad Omen will naturally stop.

Patch was stunned for two seconds, not expecting Menggert to answer like this.

Is this guy really brainwashed by the Golden Law?

Patch then became angry:

If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink it as a penalty, right? I'll let you all die first!

The hospital bed beneath Menggert suddenly collapsed, and the thick tail directly shattered the bed and tore the restraints from his body.

The tall figure of the Son of Omen pressed in front of Patch, with a terrifying look in his eyes:

Oh? How do you want to kill me? You might as well try.

Faced with the pressure of the demigods, Patch did not turn around and run, but nodded:

Okay, this is what you said.

Patch's hands were empty, and he spread his hands and said, I don't use weapons. If you kneel down later, don't say I bully you.

Not far away, Lance Sanks, who was hiding behind the hospital bed, heard Patch's arrogant words and his eyes widened:

Is this guy that strong? Is this guy also hiding? This guy can actually be regarded as an equal by Wuming. Maybe he really has two tricks...

I saw Patch take something out of his arms and press it on the ground.

The King of Omens, one of the demigods, the successor of the Center of gravity Rune, and the former King of Rodel fell directly to the ground.

The golden light array suppressed Menggote around him. The ancient golden tree emblem when he transformed from the Golden People back to the true form of the Son of Omen was under him, as if man-eating tree roots were suppressing him.

How is it possible... Menggert was shocked.

He was very familiar with this power. When he was young, his mother had specially engraved a cursed prison device on his body in order to discipline him.

Everyone heard it. He requested it himself. I have never heard of such a request in my life. Patch squatted down next to Mengt with a sinister smile.

Where did you get it...

Under the restraint of the prison device, Menggert struggled to squeeze out a few words.

I have my own way. Patch said, Are you willing to help now? If you cooperate, everyone will win. If you don't cooperate, I will make you feel extremely happy.

Menggert remained silent, struggling to resist the oppression of the prison equipment.

No need to bother, Patch said, It has been specially repaired by experts. It is long-lasting, locks in nutrients, locks in moisture, and lasts for long-lasting moisturizing...

How can it be repaired... said Mongotte.

Why can't it be repaired? Patch said, taking out a handful of polished powder from his pocket and rubbing it on the prison equipment. The prison equipment became more shiny and as new as new. We have a great blacksmith in our caravan. He can do anything. Can be repaired.

Menggert gritted his teeth and refused to give in.

Do you think you can let me fight for you? Menggert said, Naive, I will not fight for heresy. The big caravan, and the volcano, you'd better kill each other and destroy yourself.

Patch squatted on the ground and looked at Menggert from below:

Using defilement, Wangcheng cannot blame the volcano. Why did the Sons of Omen and the Perfumers join the war? Let the Defilers go to war and let the good Perfumers be tortured and go crazy. The Golden Dynasty is so noble. .”

Patch's harsh words seemed to be heavier than the prison tools. Menggert's body sank, as if he could no longer resist the suppression of the prison tools and fell completely to the ground.

My attitude has never changed. Mengt said in a cold tone, If the Son of Omen dies because of the war, that is a good thing, including myself. I will not help the businessman, just kill me.

You are really a stone blocking our trade route. The stones in the latrine are smelly and hard. Patch exclaimed.

It shows that the large caravan is walking on dirty roads, just like me. Menggert said.

Patch sighed: It seems that I can only get some severe punishment.

Patch clapped his hands as if to greet someone.

Lance Sanks flew over, kicked Patch away with a flying kick, and landed lightly on the ground. He had already changed into a silk dress that was elegant and elegant.

The prison controller in Patch's hand fell to the ground, and the seal on Mengt's body was lifted.

Lance Sanks picked up the prison tools, turned around and helped Mongote up. Two pairs of huge wings rose up from his back. One pair fanned the strong wind, and the other pair moved forward to protect Mongote as he took off and disappeared on the edge of the altar. , falling towards the lake area.

After landing with Mengt, Lance Sanks retracted his four wings, placed Mengt on the ground, squatted in front of him and asked with concern:

Are you okay?

Menggert glanced over his head: You don't have to hold me so tightly.

Along the way, Lance Sanks hugged Mongot tightly. Unlike his father's hug, the chest and wings of the rock-skinned ancient dragon were soft and warm, making him breathless.

You caught a cold last time, so I have to take it easy this time. Lance Sanks said, Am I interesting enough?

Menggert said nothing, but looked at Lance Sanks with a strange look: I don't think you need to be so obvious.

What's so obvious, a honey trap? Lance Sanks laughed playfully, Believe me, this is not how I use a honey trap - I will directly strip you naked and push you to the ground.

Lance Sanks held his cheeks and rounded his face:

Of course, that guy Patch is planning to trap me, and his acting skills are not very good either - you are probably the only one here who is the best at acting. Although you are stupid, you are not stupid in this regard.

Menggert's expression became even weirder: You just admit it?

You've already seen it, so why are you hiding it? Lance Sanks said, And you've also seen it, I don't like hiding it.

So you really saved me... Menggert realized later, Aren't you from the caravan?

I am an ancient dragon. I don't belong to anyone except the king I recognize. Lance Sanks said, Dragons are very proud.

But why... Menggert said, Why did you save me?

Because of pity? Because of sympathy? For revenge? Lance Sanks said, I can't tell.

I can still understand the first two, but what is revenge?

Your brother kidnapped my brother. Lance Sanks said, That bastard obviously has a brother, but he kidnapped my brother. He is so angry. I have to take revenge.

The strongest rock, Forsanx... Menggert murmured.

Among Godwin's legends, this is the most dazzling one. Fighting against the ancient dragon clan, not only defeated, but also turned the enemy into a friend, and formed a friendship with the enemy's vanguard general.

Because of his younger brother's cognitive filter, Fulsanks has always been regarded by Mongret as a footnote in his brother's story and a part of his brother's legend.

In fact, Lance Sanks is also a footnote in this story. She is a priest of the ancient dragon faith in the royal city, but Mengt has never paid attention to it.

He has been invisible all this time, just watching from a distance, looking forward to those stories, and reminding himself over and over again that he is just a son of evil omen.

Now that the legend was standing in front of him, he was a little overwhelmed.

Faced with Lance Sanks, Menggert also realized that every character in those legends was not a footnote to anyone else. They had family members, friends, their own stories, and someone who cared about them...

How do you want to retaliate? Menggert said calmly, If my brother makes you unhappy, I am willing to take the punishment on your behalf. But he is dead now, so please don't scold him.

How to retaliate? Lance Sanks glanced at Menggert, held the prison device in his hand, and started it gently.

In an instant, the forbidden power enveloped his whole body again, making him weak and weak.

The restriction was activated and disappeared instantly. While Mongette fell, Lance Sanks stretched out his slender fingers, pressed against the hard corner of Mongette's chin, pulled Mongette's face into his eyes, and said viciously:

I'm going to kidnap his brother too!

Mengt stared blankly at Lance Sanks' proud, yet delicate and beautiful face.

On the side of that face, another cold knight's helmet clearly appeared, reaching above Lance Sanks's shoulder, with the peephole squinting:

Who are you kidnapping?