The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 133
Wuming sat in the carriage, silently calculating how much time it took to get there.

"It's so far away." Wuming complained.

He regretted his mistake more and more.

Wuming was heartbroken when he thought that the east side of the lake area was not covered by the transmission channel, the opening of trade routes was so slow, and the progress was so difficult.

"We must remove the seal of the academy as soon as possible." Wuming said to himself, "or find a new portal, which is too slow."

"You said that, have you considered the feeling of pulling the cart?" A voice came from the front.

In front of the carriage, a mountain demon was pulling the carriage, looking back at Wuming with dissatisfaction.

There are no horses in front of the golden chariot, but a troll pulling the chariot.

There was an iron nail stuck in the mountain demon's chest, and several ropes were tied to the nail, evenly tied to the front of the carriage.

The mountain demon pulled very steadily, with long legs and big strides, and a very stable waist, so it didn't make much noise when running.The carriage is very stable, and it feels safe and comfortable to sit on.Say stop, no matter how fast you run, just rub your big feet on the ground twice, and you will stop.

It seems that there is an invisible force that captures all parts of the carriage, and is easily controlled by the mountain demon.

The mountain demon is of course Lataen, and the one driving the carriage is indeed a kind of gravity magic that covers the entire carriage.

Wuming lay sideways on the carriage, with his legs up on the armrest, and said leisurely:
"I didn't ask you to come, didn't you volunteer and recommend yourself?"

"I was forced by my sister." Lataen said, "I put on a bad face every day, as if my parents were divorced."

"General Broken Star, you are so majestic." Wuming laughed.

"I always feel that my mother would occasionally show Lani's face before." Lataen sighed, "I feel guilty when I see that expression."

"Forget it, follow me for an outing." Wuming said, "Hurry up."

"I won't be a mountain monster anytime soon."

As Latan said, he still quickened his pace, his legs fanning on the ground like cattail fans.

"It's a good thing I didn't bring my horse with me," said Ratan, "otherwise it would be a pain for him."

"I thought you wanted to ride your horse anytime and anywhere." Wuming said, "Why do you like horses so much?"

"Of course I like this horse who followed me when I was young." Lataen said, "That's my son! I learned gravity magic so that he could follow me through life and death."

"Are you going through life and death with your son?" Wuming said.

"Valkyrie releases scarlet corruption and I protect my horse, what are you afraid of? With me here, my horse is very safe." Lataen sighed, "It's a pity that it is also old. Old horse, alas, old horse Ah, there are not many people who are so loyal."

"That's a horse, not a human." Wuming corrected him.

Rataen said: "In the past, the cats I raised didn't know where they died. They didn't come home for three days, and then they simply ran away and didn't follow me."

"You really like animals." Wuming said, "You will be happy then."

Wuming didn't take any immortals with him this time, mainly because he disliked the slow speed of immortals.

He asked the Immortal to mark it on the map he had given him, and took Lataen with him.

Rataen didn't show much joy when he heard Wuming's words, and said:
"You don't let the immortals lead you the way, can you find it?"

"Don't underestimate my ability to recognize the way." Wuming said, "Even if there is no map, I can find it for you."

Lataen smiled: "I heard from Lani that you went to Kalia Fortress with Blazer before and got lost for three days."

"That wolf head must have misled me." The nameless old man blushed and argued.

"And you know, where are we going now?" Ratan said.

"It must be facing north." Wuming was confident, the map showed that it was in the north.

"We're going east now, and we need to go around a cliff," Lataen said.

Wuming heard Lataen ruthlessly exposed himself, and his face turned pale: "Have we lost our way again?"

The carriage stopped, and Ratan pulled the nail out.

"Are you going to fly to the sky to see the terrain?" Wuming asked.

"Here we are, what terrain do we still see?" Lataen said, "Is there any place I'm not familiar with in the lake area?"

He points in one direction.

Following the direction of the finger, a church is not far away.

"I didn't expect that although you are a general who marches and fights, you can actually read maps." Wuming gave Lataen a thumbs up.

"Being attached to the church." Lataen's voice was a bit sad, "I used to come here every year on my parents' wedding anniversary to do some reporting."

"It's kind of affectionate." Wuming said, "I didn't come later? It seems that it's all your fault."

"None of my business?"

"Didn't you seal the stars?" Wuming said, "Then it won't be possible to measure the time, and there won't be any wedding anniversary."

"You should figure out the sequence first." Ratan walked towards the church with his shoulders slumped.

The church is very dilapidated, overgrown with weeds, and the roof is gone like Islay Church.

Inside the church, there is a circular water pool, and a human-shaped stone sculpture stands in the water pool.

The shape of the stone sculpture is not like the style on the ground at the junction.One person wears a tapered and pointed crown, like a trumpet buckled upside down on his head.The cloth cover of the hood is scattered downward along the direction of the cone, just covering the eyes and exposing the mouth and nose.

The figurine holds a vessel and stands quietly in a pool of water.

On one side of the church, there is a big tortoise with a bishop's crown on its head.

"It's really big." Wuming walked into the church and looked up slightly when he saw the size of the turtle.

Although the tortoise was relatively short when crawling on the ground, its size was probably comparable to that of the Falling Star Beast.

The head and mouth are as big as half the body of an ordinary person.

No wonder the immortals dare not do it.

Not to mention that this tortoise is intelligent, even if it is not intelligent, it is not much less threatening than a bear just by pouncing and biting.

Wuming approached the tortoise and greeted it tentatively: "Hello?"

The tortoise looked at Wuming. It was clearly the face of a beast, but Wuming felt a gentle smile:
"Hello, I didn't expect that other than those immortals, there would be people here——welcome to the Church of Affinity."

"You can really talk." Wuming respectfully said, "It seems that my employees are not lying."

"Those immortals are your employees?" said the tortoise. "No wonder, they didn't hunt me, but left. Presumably, as the boss, you have to come to verify the truth. Please don't punish them. I'm afraid that they will not kill me. It's all true."

Nameless smiled and waved his hands:

"How could I punish them, I've been nice to the staff - just sent them off to pick mushrooms in Gaillard."

The tortoise said: "Hello, my name is Millie, I am the priest here, and I am in charge of managing this church."

"Wu Ming, a businessman." Wu Ming wanted to shake hands subconsciously, but seeing the inconvenient look of the tortoise on all fours, he withdrew his hand.

The handshake was unsuccessful, so Wuming looked around and complimented:
"Your church is well managed. The green plants are very rich and full of vitality."

Father Tortoise Millier thought Wuming was mocking him when he heard it, and said with a wry smile:

"I'm laughing at you. It's really embarrassing to let it be abandoned like this. The church is also very lively. People from the Golden Tree and Kalia will come here in an endless stream."

"Oh, it's very similar to my Ai Lei Church, in terms of how lively it is." Wuming said boldly, "You also run a store here? Now it's deserted because it was burned?"

Millier was silent for a moment, and said:
"My place is a church. The church is a sacred place. How can I open a store?"

Wuming was unhappy when he heard that:

"Opening a shop isn't sacred anymore?"

"No, that's not what I meant..." Millier said, "I apologize if my words offend you. But what I want to say is that the sacredness here is more traditional, the kind of sacredness that was more common in the past."

"Then what exactly is it here?" Wuming was curious, "I don't think there are any tall sculptures of gods in this church, just like my Ailey Church."

"As the name says, this is the Church of Affinity," Millier said.

"Fate...what is it for?" Wuming still didn't understand.

Ratarn next to him couldn't help it:

"It's marriage."

"I understand when you say that." Wuming suddenly said, "I understand getting married."

Millie took a meaningful look at Wuming, and then at Latarn:

"Your mountain demon is very knowledgeable."

The implication is that Wuming's knowledge is not very profound.

Wuming looked at the church:
"So it's because you are the only designated wedding church in the border area that there are so many people here?"

"That's not true." Millier said, "Marriage should not be bound by form. Is it difficult for people in marginal areas to come here, so they are not worthy of marriage? This place is popular because of its symbolic meaning and history. background."

"What symbol and background?" Wuming asked.

"The king of Kalia, Lord Renala, concluded a contract with Lord Radagon here, and tied the knot, ending the war between gold and the moon."

When Milier talked about this period of history, his tone was full of emotion, as if his thoughts spanned thousands of years of history, and he let out a sigh.

"Oh, I understand this." Wuming said, "It's like a round table hall. It likes to talk about ostentation. The things used by the big shots in the past are used by myself, as if I can rub the temperament of the big shots and feel proud."

Milier's melancholy mood was dispersed:
"Although the truth is such a truth, your Excellency seems to be mocking when you say it."

"How could I be sarcastic." Wuming said, he looked at the church with great interest, "I used to dislike the round table hall, but I have to admit that the background is very important. The influence of the decayed old round table, I I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

Wuming looked at the church, his eyes sparkled:

"Since there is an opportunity to use this background, why not use it?"

"Use? What are you going to do?" Millie looked at Wuming warily.

"I want to revive the Church of Fate!" Wuming shouted loudly, injecting his ambition into this world, "Let people from the Golden Tree and Kalia come here again to make friends, and let the Church of Fate be great again!"

The nameless shout caused ripples on the pool.

But there was only this ripple, and Latan and Millier looked at him like a fool.

Millier said:
"Your Excellency, it should be the fader?"

"Why do you ask that suddenly?" Wuming was puzzled.

"Only outsiders don't know this history." Millier said, "There used to be many people here, young couples who got married, ordinary residents who longed to worship the two adults, and people who celebrated peace...all came here to pay their respects. But No one will come now."

"Why? Was it burned?" Wuming asked.

"That's right, if the flames of war are also flames." Millier said, "Although in the Shattered War, the two sides still maintain respect here and will not invade this place, but no one will come here."

Millie let out a long sigh:
"But in fact, before the Shattered War, no one came here, because, because... Lord Radagon abandoned Lord Renala."

"Oh, so that's it." Wuming said, "It seems that I'm still not sensitive enough to these symbolic things."

Millier said:

"Originally the newlyweds came here to pray to be as happy and happy as Lord Renala and Lord Radagon. The couple who had quarreled came here to hope to restore the rift and reunite. All of this is with the departure of Lord Radagon And disappeared.

"After the Broken War, the people who regarded this place as a symbol of peace also began to forget it..."

Millie recalled the past:

"Master Radagon and Lord Renala were so happy and beautiful. I, the wedding host, would like to kill myself to cheer them up. Let them give birth to more healthy babies with this mouthful of old turtle neck meat." Beautiful child."

"Very enlightened, I admire you." Nameless said.

Suddenly Millier shrank his neck, put his hands like stone pillars in the church, buried his head in them, and cried bitterly:
"Woooooo, red hair and black hair, gold and moon, the handsome Lord Radagon and the beautiful Lord Renala, the combination of hero and hero... how well matched, how beautiful. It is so easy to knock, how can it collapse? room..."

Wuming was taken aback by Milier's sudden strange movement, looked at Lataen, and asked cautiously:
"Has he been like this before?"

Ratan pouted:

"The Shattered War has destroyed too many things, and everything in the Affinity Church has been destroyed. It is not surprising that people have become strange, and turtles may become strange too."

Wuming stood next to the huge Milier, stroking Milier's big head:

"Don't be sad, everything will pass. I understand your sadness, I have also experienced disillusionment. A treasure chest is not a treasure chest, and the right path is not the right path, I understand."

Millie raised his head, and he quickly regained his composure, as if the crying just now was just an illusion:
"I made you laugh. Every time I think of this, I can't help but feel sad. Obviously I am a priest, listening to the sinner's confession, but now I have to be comforted by Your Excellency. It's really bothering me."

"It's okay, we are comrades." Wuming put his arms around Milier's big neck playfully.

"Comrade?" Millier blinked.

Nameless said: "I'm thinking of starting some business related to marriage, and collecting turtle neck meat is also for this purpose. We meet at the church of marriage, we are destined."

Wuming waved his big hand, full of pride:

"Don't be sad, one day, I will make this place full of seats!"

　Le, Valentine's Day writes to the Church of Marriage
　　
　
(End of this chapter)