Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The dark room fell silent, and only the breathing of the dying man could be heard.

Getok opened the door.

Stonewell's heavily armored elite Homeless Knight stood there. Opposite him, a withered armor was embedded on the wall.

The sunken breastplate squeezed out a piece of bloody flesh, and the skinny limbs were twisted and no longer human-like.

Gotok smiled and squatted next to the corpse, preparing to collect the remaining runes on the corpse.

He struggled to remove the straps and remove the heavy armor.

Minus the Faded One's limbs and runes, the armor is quite valuable.

Getok put the disassembled armor aside, wanting to see the true appearance of the faded man under the helmet.

Getok was stunned.

This faded person's hair is sparse and pale, and his neck is crooked and long, signs of self-restraint that he often wears shackles on. just like……

Just like a golden citizen like myself.

Outside the door, the civilian who was attracted by the stones came in, looked at the corpse, and shook his head in dismay:

You guys are so cruel.

Getok looked back and found that the appearance of the corpse was exactly the same as that of the civilian behind him.

Ghost! Getok was so frightened that he sat on the ground and crawled around to touch the back of the lost knight. Only then did he feel relieved.

It's not a ghost, it's just a guy who can't die. The figure of the civilian suddenly disappeared like a bubble, turning into a nameless man in full armor.

Wuming looked past the tall homeless knight and looked at Getok: I caught him.

Getok was surprised:

How did you find out?

I know a bald man. Wuming said.

Getok didn't understand what this inexplicable answer meant. He calmed down and said:

Although I don't know what your means are, but you have no chance to escape.

Getok spoke harshly, and the homeless knight in front of him gave him a sense of security.

The Homeless Knight has the power of the storm, which is perfect for exerting its strength in such a small room.

Facing Getok and the Homeless Knight, Wuming just pointed at the armor that Getok had disassembled:

Those armors, don't they look familiar to you?

It does look familiar, those are the armors in this room.

Although this faded one has the ability to create illusions, his armor is genuine.

A doubt flashed through Gotok's mind:

When did this civilian put on the armor in this room?

A big hand grabbed Gotok's neck and lifted him up.

Getok was horrified to find that the powerful homeless knight who was originally standing in front of him with a solid shield turned to face him, but the hands that killed the enemy were strangling his neck.

Are you rebelling? Aren't you afraid of Lord Grek's wrath! Gotok struggled.

Wuming walked over, put his hand on the shoulder armor of the lost knight, and twirled a branch in his hand and waved it in front of Getok:

Do you know what this is?

Getok's pupils shrank: Is it... the charming branch?

You are indeed very knowledgeable. Wuming said.

He patted the shoulder armor of the lost knight, and Getok was put down.

Getok knelt down and trembled:

I'm sorry, please spare my life. I'm just an ordinary person who takes orders from Greg. He asked me to seduce the faded ones to perform the limb grafting ceremony...

I'll give you a chance. Wuming said, If you can prove your worth, I can spare you.

Just ask, Getok said immediately.

You like to 'help' the faded ones, and now I want you to really help them. Wuming said, I will store a batch of dung beetles in this room, and you will be a merchant at the door, selling the dung beetles to those faded ones. By.

Getok's body trembled:

This is betrayal of Lord Greg.

Yeah, you can do it or not. Wuming pulled out his long sword and sharpened it on the stone beside him.

Getok cried sadly: I...I will do it.

Wuming took back his sword with satisfaction and patted his shoulder:

Don't be afraid, there are benefits to working for me. Don't you really want runes? I'll give them to you. Remember, a dung beetle sells for five hundred runes. If you sell one, you can keep 30% of it. How about that? Not bad, right?

Gotok clapped his fingers:

One is 150 runes, ten is 1,500. Previously, more than 200 faded people entered the city in a month...

Getok knelt down to Wuming again:

Ge Tok has been wandering for half his life. He only regrets that he has never met his master. If he doesn't give up, he is willing to be his adoptive father. Oh, no, you are my biological father. Ge Rek doesn't recognize me anyway.

You turn out to be his son.

No longer. Getok pulled off the civilian clothes on his body, revealing only half of his arm. After losing to Marlenia, he has gone completely crazy.

Wuming finally decided to leave Getok at the door of the small black room to replace the dead civilian. The charmed Homeless Knight was used to guard Getok himself and prevent him from escaping.

Wuming said: I'm going to move forward. You can stay here.

Wait for your adoptive father. Getok said, Let me come with you. I am familiar with the construction of this city and can give you directions. Anyway, the beetle has not arrived yet.

Wuming thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

With such an internal response, things will be much easier in Shidong City.

There are many flat-topped tower buildings in Stone City, where many war eagles live.

Wuming stood on the high platform, looked at the scenery below, and asked Getok:

What do you think of this position?

Okay. Gotok gave a thumbs up and spared no effort in flattering, This place is unpatrolled, the place is empty, and between the blessings, there are patrols on both sides, which is perfect for you to sell dung beetles.

Wuming didn't say anything. After thinking for a moment, he still shook his head: No, it's too close.

Not close. Getok chuckled, You don't know how weak those faded ones are. A homeless knight can make them run out of ammunition and food.

I'm afraid there aren't that many businessmen. Wuming said.

Getok said: I can summon the common people in the city to help you consign, and I will be responsible for managing them. They can get 10% of the profit, I will take 20%, and the rest will be yours.

Is 10% too dark?

It's not low anymore. In this world, if you earn a little runes, you'll be satisfied. Gotok assured.

Will someone leak the secret?

Ever since Greg knelt down and licked Marlenia's feet, he has lost prestige in people's hearts. He can only maintain his rule through limb replacement and terror. Gotok said, Many people are eager for Greg to step down.

Then you come on stage? Wuming looked sideways.

Getok chuckled:

I am no longer a prince. I am satisfied to be your servant.

Wise choice. Wuming said, In my experience, it is difficult for kings to sleep peacefully in coffins. They will all die on the throne.

Experience? Getok looked at Wuming in awe, Are you also a king? Or are you a regicide?

I've done it all.

Wuming looked into the distance and recalled the past.

Getok immediately imagined a story about a general who was good at fighting and overthrew the old king and became the new king.

When Getok finished thinking, he found that Wuming was still motionless, still maintaining the look of recalling the past.

Getok stretched out his hand and tested it in front of Wuming's eyes.

Wuming came back to his senses and smiled sheepishly:

As I get older, I like to reminisce about the past and am always in a daze.

Father, your past must be legendary. Getok complimented.

Wuming laughed boldly:

Don't talk about the bravery of the past, don't talk about the bravery of the past.

The long wind blew through the sky, and Wuming stretched his arms in the wind, enjoying the high-spiritedness brought by being at a high altitude.

Suddenly another figure with arms stretched out in the wind rushed towards the eyes.

A war eagle swooped down and grabbed Wuming's face.

Getok shouted quickly: Get out of the way!

Of course, Getok didn't really care about Wuming's life and death, and a strong man like Wuming didn't need to remind him. He just shouted like this to show that he was loyal.

While Getok was making calculations, he saw Wuming being attacked by a war eagle in the face and falling straight from the high platform.

Falling all the way into the abyss that cannot be seen.

Getok was shocked and moved to the edge of the high platform to look down, slapping his face several times.

Did he die just after he recognized the boss?

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At the bottom of Stone City, rats gathered together and looked at the iron lump falling from the sky.

Wuming was firmly embedded in the pit. The ground underground was quite moist and sticky, and it fit perfectly with his body, making it impossible for him to dig himself out no matter how hard he twisted.

Wuming was a little embarrassed.

Standing at a high place and seeing the big bird spreading its wings toward him, it suddenly reminded him of some past events, and he immediately fell into a daze.

Wuming lay in the deep pit, looking lovingly at the rats above.

The mice sniffled, gradually losing their awe at the meteors falling from the sky, and tried to crack open the iron knot to enjoy the nutrients inside the nuts.

I didn't expect to turn into rat shit. It's so nostalgic. Wuming muttered.

The blue light swept across the group of rats, and the rats screamed and fled. Occasionally, a ferocious big rat charged towards the light, but soon turned into flesh and scattered around.

Are you OK?

A man appeared at the edge of the pit, observing Wuming.

This man had a big pointed hat, noble clothes decorated with green gems, a stabbing sword on his waist, and a staff in his hand.

He pulled out his rapier to pry Wuming away, then took out his shovel and shovel to dig him out of the pit.

Thank you. Wuming patted the dirt with a disgraced face.

You're welcome. I'm just investigating around here. If I hear any noise, I'll come over and take a look.

The man saluted gracefully:

My name is Roger, and as you can see, I'm a magician.

Wuming looked at the stabbing sword in his hand.

Roger smiled: Magic swordsman.

I don't have a name, you can call me Wuming.

Wuming looked around.

The bottom of Stone City is eerie and terrifying, with broken bones everywhere, and the eerie atmosphere lingers.

What can you investigate here? Wuming was curious.

I'm here to explore death. Roger said mysteriously.

Wuming looked at the corpses around him and nodded:

Then you've come to the right place.

Roger smiled gently: What about you, are you a fader like me? What are you doing in Stonewell?

I'm here to develop trade routes. Wuming said, If you have the opportunity, come and patronize me. I can provide you with various supports for your adventures.

I'll come here if I have the chance, said Roger. What's the name of your store?

You asked me, but I haven't decided yet. Wuming thought for a moment, Let's call it Pachi's Old Shop.

Patch... Roger pondered.

You know Patch?

I met him once when I was investigating the dead near Mongliu Cave before. Roger said, He's a very interesting person. When I said I wanted to find the dead, he kicked me off the bridge. I really saw him. To the dead.”

Roger looked at the pit where Wuming fell and asked him with his eyes:

Could it be...

Wuming laughed: I was indeed kicked by him, but that was a long time ago. Now he doesn't dare to mess with me and is doing business with me.

Roger understood. He stopped talking and pointed to an empty place in the distance:

There is a monster ahead. It is the spirit of the golden tree that has been eroded by death. It is very difficult. Be extremely careful and don't go past. If you want to leave, you can walk to the other side. There is a rope ladder I tied there.

Troublesome monster! Wuming's eyes lit up.

Don't try to challenge it. It is a very terrifying monster. I guess even the king here will have trouble defeating it. Roger said.

You misunderstood, I don't want to fight it. Wuming said, But other faders must want to challenge it.

What do you mean? Roger asked.

It's like this. I have some dung beetles, which can be used as supplies for the faded ones. Wuming explained, When they get here, they often run out of supplies, but it's too difficult to turn back, so they must still want to challenge it.

Roger smiled:

It's true. I often see faded people who overestimate their abilities being killed.

He pointed to the many sparkling treasures under the pit:

Those are fader's things.

Wuming took out his telescope and observed the treasures:

Well, that's even more reason to challenge.

Putting down the telescope, Wuming saw Roger digging a grave, knocking open a coffin and observing the body carefully.

How long will you continue to explore here? Wuming asked.

I don't know. Roger said, Wait until I find the target, or wait until I find that the target is not found here.

How long will it take? Wuming asked.

Roger looked at the corpses scattered all over the mass grave:

With any bad luck.

Wuming clapped his hands: Can you do me a favor? When the time comes, I will pile up my dung beetles here. If there are faded people passing by, you can help me sell them.

Okay, I have to deal with corpses all the time, so I need a break. Roger agreed happily.

Good man. Wuming held Roger's hand, Don't worry, it won't take up too much of your time. You can keep half of the runes sold as my reward.

Haha, no need, it's just a little effort.

That won't work, my brothers will settle the score tomorrow -

I can't see the guidance of blessing, but there are still quite a lot of runes, so there's no need. Roger refused gently.

Haoheng. Wuming gave a thumbs up, Then I'd rather be respectful than obey. If you need me in the future, just ask.

Roger said: Can you write a letter for me?

No problem, where and to whom?

Fiya from the Round Table Hall. Roger took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter and gave it to Wuming.

Wuming took the letter, nodded solemnly, and said:

Where is the Round Table Hall?

Didn't your witch take you there? Roger was surprised.

I don't have a witch.

Oh, sorry.

Wuming clicked his tongue: Why do you say it as if I am sad because I don't have a witch?

Roger smiled: I'm sorry, I guessed without permission. The Round Table Hall is where the faded people gather. It is a service place set up for the faded people to achieve their goals and take a break. It is a gathering place for heroes.

Oh, I know this. It's a good place. Wuming's eyes lit up.

It's indeed a nice place. Roger agreed with a fascination expression on his face.

Wuming looked at that expression:

Then Feiya...is your lover?

I'm not. Roger laughed. I'm not a dead person, and I'm not a hero, but I hope to be her hero.

He put down the shovel and said kindly:

Let's go, I'll take you to the Round Table Hall.

Will it delay your business?

It's not a day's work, it's better to rest for a while. Roger threw away the shovel open-mindedly, shook off the soil from his body, and tidied up his appearance.

Wuming followed Roger and found a secret teleportation array. After a burst of dazzling light, he and Roger appeared in the Round Table Hall.

Wuming himself didn't expect that this good place that he had high hopes for before would be scolded by him as useless ten minutes later.