Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The Round Table Hall, the harbor where the faded rest, the gathering place of heroes.

A solemn huge round table was placed in the center of the hall, with countless weapons of seniors inserted into the round table, and the chairs were neatly arranged around the round table.

When he first arrived, Wuming was quite interested.

A man bent over and leaning on a crutch, with a helmet full of ear-shaped decorations, stepped forward to welcome him.

Sir Gideon Ofnir of Bai Zhi, the senior figure in the Round Table Hall and a well-known fader.

But Wuming was not familiar with him at all, he just thought his ears were big.

Oh, he is a newcomer. There have been no newcomers in the Round Table Hall for a long time. Very good. As a senior of the Round Table Hall, I welcome the younger generation to come here.

Hello, just call me Wuming. Wuming stretched out his hand to shake.

Sir Bai Zhi did not extend his hand and continued:

Senior, I would like to give you a suggestion first. Now you only have the means to enter and leave the Round Table Hall. In other words, you are just a passerby. You have not been recognized by Two Fingers. Keep this matter in mind and do not exceed the rules.

Wuming retracted his hand angrily, looking at Bai Zhi's attire, he felt a little familiar.

Relax here, it's very safe. Fighting is not allowed in the Round Table Hall. Baozhi left these words and stopped looking at Wuming.

Wuming shrugged. It seemed that not everyone was as friendly as Roger.

Roger entered the round table hall and went straight to a room. Wuming followed and found him sitting beside the bed of a woman in black robe, talking to her.

The woman in black robe saw Wuming coming and asked Roger:

Is this the faded one you brought back?

Yes. Roger said, I think he is qualified to be here. He is very powerful.

Wuming wondered: How do I remember that you saved me? How could you see that I am powerful?

Roger smiled: Being able to fall from such a high place and still survive is already very impressive.

Ha, you really know how to compliment people. Wuming covered his helmet, Why don't you introduce me?

The woman in black robe said:

My name is Feiya, and I live in the Round Table Hall for some reason.

My name is Wuming.

Wuming subconsciously stretched out his hand, but thinking of Sir Big Ears just now, he retracted his hand.

Feiya saw Wuming's little move and chuckled:

Sir Hero, although it's a bit presumptuous, can you let me hold you tight?

Ah? Is this the etiquette at the border? Wuming was surprised.

He looked at Roger, who also had a strange look on his face.

Feiya said:

This is a sacred custom in my hometown, to get warmth and survival strength from heroes and to sleep with death.

Roger said: Miss Fea will gain strength from heroes and soothe the pain of the weak.

Have you ever been hugged by...? Wuming asked cautiously.

Roger shook his head: It's a pity that I am neither a hero nor suffering. It's just that I agree with Miss Feiya's will and strive to pursue the same goal.

What is the goal? Wuming was curious.

Roger just remained silent:

It's just a goal that seems stupid to outsiders.

Feiya said calmly:

I hope to resurrect the dead prince and give the dead the right to live in this world. There is nothing to be ashamed of, Roger.

Roger felt a little depressed:

I'm sorry, Miss Feiya. It's just that last time I spoke my ideals freely, the price was the loss of my best friend, and also caused you to be trapped here.

Wuming took out a pig leg and chewed it deliciously, waiting for the next story.

But the two of them stopped talking in a tacit agreement. Feiya looked at Wuming: Unknown hero, will you let me hug you?

Wuming was stunned for a moment, then quickly put down the pork leg and wiped the oil on his hands:

Okay, as long as you don't mind it.

Feiya stretched out her arms to embrace Wuming, pressed her body against Wuming's armor, pressed her cheek to Wuming's chest, and remained silent.

After a moment, she let go of her arms and thanked Wuming.

Wuming has no special feelings:

It's okay, I'll go shopping elsewhere.

He waved goodbye to Rogeria and left the room.

Roger watched Wuming leave the room. He still didn't understand why Feiya wanted to hug Wuming when she came up.

Wuming...is he really that powerful?

Roger tried to ask, but found that Feiya's expression was also strange.

She looked at her fingertips and traced them across her arms, as if recalling the feeling of the hug just now.

Roger, he... Feiya showed a confused expression.

Very warm? Roger asked.

Feiya nodded: It's very warm, but he shouldn't be warm, let alone...

Roger was confused, he couldn't understand what Feiya meant.

Fiya said: I want to hug him, not because I want to gain the power of a hero, but because I want to comfort him. He has a very kind aura about him.

Friendly? Roger said, Are you from your hometown?

Feiya shook her head: It's the smell of the tomb. He has the smell of rotten citrus, the aroma of purple flowers and lily of the valley, the coldness of death, and deep darkness. I even thought... there was a dead person under the armor. .”

Roger suddenly understood: So as a girl who sleeps in death, you want to sleep with him.

But it's so strange. Feiya stroked her cheek, He is very warm. He doesn't have the coldness of the dead.

Roger also frowned when he heard this:

Warmth and death coexist...

What's even more strange is that he didn't get any favor from me, Fiya said.

Roger looked at Feiya's gentle arms and soft face: Is this something that a human can do? He must be a dead person.

Feiya said: In any case, he is a noteworthy person. Next time he comes to the round table, I should have a good chat with him.

It seems that it is not without gain. Roger's fingers were wrapped around the gem pendant hanging from his hat. The turquoise pyroxene shone with the luster of a heretic magician.

He stood up: I'm going to look through the classics.

Feiya's description always felt familiar to him, as if he had seen those characteristics before.

As a heretic magician, Roger felt sincerely happy when he saw a new subject unfolding before his eyes.

A moment later, Roger returned to Fia's room, his happiness gone.

What's wrong? Feiya saw Roger's expression.

Roger smiled bitterly: I'm afraid he won't come to the Round Table Hall again.

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Wuming left Feiya's room and wandered around the round table.

But as he walked around every corner of the Round Table Hall, his frown became deeper and deeper.

Newcomer, how is this round table hall? Sir Bai Zhi, who was standing by the round table, looked at Wu Ming wandering around and repeated, But you have to remember that you have not yet been recognized by Two Fingers, you are just a passerby here.

Wuming heard the sound and looked at Sir Bai Zhi, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was clearly visible.

Oh, aren't you happy that you are a passerby in the Round Table Hall? Sir Bai Zhi laughed, But it is also true. Have you seen the closed door? That is the core of the Round Table Hall, where the two fingers are. .Only those with great runes will open it to him.

Wuming shook his head:

You misunderstood. I am unhappy, but not because I am a passer-by. I know that I am a passer-by, but this place... is too unfriendly to passers-by.

Are you someone who struggles more with attitude than with the truth?

Sir Baizhi still maintained a calm attitude, and still mocked Wuming openly and secretly.

Attitude? Attitude is of no use. Wuming didn't understand what Bai Zhi was talking about. He pointed to the layout of the round table hall, This house is too poorly built. It can only rely on a fireplace to provide a little bit of recognition. The blacksmith and the The old woman next to me lives all over the world, how far can a faded person run? Is this the service of your Round Table Hall?

Even the omniscient Bai Zhi was silent for a moment when he encountered these remarks. No one expected that when someone came to the great round table hall, their first reaction was not to admire the magnificent portrait and the noble round table, but to find faults.

Baozhi, who calls himself the doyen of the Round Table, is proud of the Round Table. Hearing such disparagement of the Round Table, he couldn't help but say:

The Round Table is to maintain the dignity of the hall. Of course, the blacksmiths and merchants must stay on both sides. When the Round Table is prosperous, there are many faded people walking here. If they are crowded together, it will only cause chaos.

So are there many people at the round table now? Wuming said disdainfully.

Baizhi was silent. There might not even be five people gathered in the Round Table Hall today. Wuming is already a rare newcomer.

If you ask me, no one came because your infrastructure is so bad. Pointed his ring finger, Look at that round table, such a big place is abandoned, just used as a teleportation array, blocking the land, what's the use except for face? ?”

He pointed in the direction of the old businesswoman:

Not to mention selling a few things, but you are so far away from the blessing. Do you still want to do business? Isn't there a room nearby? What should I do with the door closed? Wouldn't it be good to give it to the old woman?

Baizhi clenched the scepter in his hand:

That's my room, my study. There is countless important information in it. You actually asked me to let it out?

Intelligence? Wuming looked at Bai Zhi's ears and nodded, You are in charge of intelligence, so that is very important.

I'm glad you can realize the importance of knowledge. Sir Bai Zhi raised his head.

Then what are you doing behind closed doors? Isn't the information meant to be shared? Wuming said, You can even charge some money.

I am a senior of the Round Table, not a waiter like a merchant and blacksmith. Bai Zhi said coldly, Knowledge is shared with comrades, but you have not been recognized by two fingers.

That is to say, the information is only given to our own people. Wuming nodded, I understand, it turns out to be the little Yakuza.

What did you say?

You seem to be very insecure, and you still need the approval of two fingers to maintain your self-identity. Wuming said, And you are very stingy. You hide all the information. You said it hard with the name of a senior, and you got 100 points. Just like a kid showing off to the world.

Baozhi's robe automatically moved without wind, showing the heavy armor inside the robe, and a trace of black flame burned around him.

Newcomers always forget to respect their seniors. Baizhi's voice contained a hint of danger.

We agreed that fighting will not be allowed in the Round Table Hall? Wuming took two steps back, Why are you talking like farts?

Bai Zhi pointed to the bottom of a balcony:

There is a special place for you to fight, why don't we try it?

Wuming looked down along the balcony, his frown deepening:

If you don't use such a big venue, the entire competition venue is crazy. There is no place where you can't fight.

It's really pointless to have unnecessary disputes. If you understand your recklessness, don't waste your time. Baizhi said.

Wuming's mind was not on the issue of the junior and senior that Bai Zhi was struggling with. He jumped off the balcony, looked at the empty place, and planned the renovation plan:

This can become a market where all kinds of goods and merchants can gather. The Faded can accomplish everything they want without having to go far.

Wuming looked around:

Where are the stairs?

There are no stairs here.

Baozhi answered him from the balcony.

It's impossible without stairs. Wuming shook his head, We need to build a staircase to make it easier to go upstairs... Maybe we can put all the needs downstairs, so that we don't need to go upstairs.

Sir Bai Zhi said: If you want to transform the Round Table, you must have enough influence.

“What about you, are you influential?”

Of course I do, I can provide some advice to Two Fingers. Sir Bai Zhi said.

Everyone understands the nobility of Two Fingers, and he can influence Two Fingers' decision-making. This alone is enough to show his difference.

But Wuming still didn't show any awe. He just nodded and asked:

Then if I defeat you, can I change the structure of the round table?

How do you want to change it? Baizhi asked.

Of course we won't carry out unreasonable renovations. Wuming said, Don't worry, we won't knock down the load-bearing walls. We just want to make it easier for those who have faded to find merchants and blacksmiths, and improve the service experience.

You're not going to remove the round table, are you?

No, face-saving projects are also necessary, and it would be wasteful to tear down something that has already been built. Wuming said, It's you, do you really have influence? You don't look like you can fight because of your body.

Bai Zhi said: Influence is not only about force, but more importantly, wisdom.

He jumped from the balcony:

But if you are interested, I can also show you the kind of influence you understand.

Ten minutes later, Wuming looked at Bai Zhi at his feet and tilted his head in confusion:

Where? Influence.

Baizhi held the scepter and vomited blood from his mouth.

What did you do? He couldn't understand. What kind of spell was that?

The two men were covered with purple halos, and the cipher text on them had not been seen even by the omniscient Sir Bai Zhi.

It's somewhat similar to his Hundred Wisdom Domain, but the effect is more domineering and terrifying.

It directly sealed his ability to use magic.

As a mage, unable to use magic, facing Wuming holding a sword and shield, the outcome can be imagined.

Wuming didn't care about the reputation of the round table boss. After overthrowing Baozhi, he kicked him like a gangster fighting without any rules.

But being kicked to the ground by this unorganized fist and kick, Baozhi was obviously even more embarrassed.

Not to mention there was a circle of onlookers on the balcony.

Can I renovate the Round Table Hall now? Wuming stepped on Bai Zhi's head, his tone was joyful.

He was answered by a sound that broke through the air.

The flying ax hit his head, and Wuming was thrown straight away. He rolled a few times and sat on the ground in a daze.

Then he saw a brown-skinned woman holding an ax jumping up from the balcony and glaring at Wuming.

Who are you? Wuming scratched his head, I beat the old one and the younger one is out?

Despicable guy, he actually used strange power to prevent his adoptive father from using magic. The woman yelled and rushed forward, Let me teach you how to be a warrior!

Neferi. Momochi called to the woman, Come back.

Bai Zhi used crutches to support his body and stood up:

As you wish, faded one, you can transform the Round Table Hall—within reason.

Wuming smiled happily:

Don't worry, it's absolutely reasonable. Those who have faded will agree with it after reading it.

Ten minutes later, Sir Bai Zhi looked at the Round Table Hall with a gloomy expression:

Is this what you're saying makes sense?

Isn't this good? Wuming put his hands on his hips with satisfaction.

On the round table in the round table hall, two old women sat on it.

There was a big hole in the wall on one side, and the blacksmith could be seen directly.

Actually, I wanted to invite the blacksmith to the table, but unfortunately he was locked. Wuming muttered, What's wrong with your round table? The blacksmith is actually locked. How can he be in the mood to work?

Wuming admired the new layout of the round table and thought about the future:

We can also have other businessmen come here later, one for each chair.

You want businessmen to sit around a round table! Bai Zhi's eyes were splitting with anger.

Anyway, there's no one sitting there, so it's just idle time. Wuming said.

He jumped onto the round table and stroked the magic weapons in the center.

Good stuff. Wuming murmured. He turned to ask Baizhi, Can these weapons be sold?

Get out! Baizhi lost his restraint and roared angrily.

Light lit up on the round table, and light poured out from the portal, wrapping Wuming.

When Wuming regained his sight, he had returned to Stonewell City.

Wuming sat on the ground in a daze, muttering:

Stingy guy...

He raised his middle finger to the golden tree:

If you don't want to sell it, don't sell it. Why are you chasing people away? Just let those old antiques decline.

Wuming put down his middle finger and murmured:

It's so pitiful that those faded people have to endure such poor service...

Wuming's eyes lit up:

That's my chance.

Wuming happily ran back to Mengliu Cave:

Hey Patch, my good brother, come and create a new round table hall.

Patch was prying open a dung beetle and drinking the juice inside. When he heard Wuming's words, he choked and coughed violently.

Patch wailed: What's wrong with you, brother? We're almost tormented to death by you.

Patch and his men collapsed on the straw mat at this time, basically all injured by ribbons.