The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 18 Assigning Tasks
Haida's eyes were dull, more dull than blind.

Her hands were so sore that she couldn't lift them up, her palms were covered with a layer of viscous, rancid liquid, and her dress was also stained with brown pus.

More than 20 immortals lined up to find her to transform Rune.

These immortals hugged her excitedly and praised her after they were done, rubbing the filth on her body.

These immortals only hold a few hundred runes in their hands, and they still have to think about where they should be used. After thinking about it for a long time, they often choose to strengthen their bodies to fill their thin and pale bodies.

In Haida's field of vision, the only faded person she could see, the king she recognized, was not far away at this time, but he never looked at her.

Wuming is drinking with Patch and the Immortal.

Patch held up his glass:

"You cow, you really have to abduct a witch."

Nameless shook his head triumphantly:
"That is, what is integrity management? If I say I will find a witch for you, I will definitely find it."

He arched the shoulders of the Immortal:

"Well, it's good to follow me, right?"

With tears in his eyes, the immortal bowed his head in thanks.

The long-lived people sitting around Wuming are obviously more robust, their skinny bodies are fuller, their skin is more rosy, and there are no longer so many wrinkles.

Wuming picked up the immortal man: "You don't need to thank me like this, you are healthier, which is good for everyone. You are more efficient, you can do more things, and we can all earn more runes. Well, you can continue to improve your physique."

Wuming stood on the table and raised his glass:

"Happiness Spiral!"

The other immortals cheered and echoed, raising their wine glasses high.

More and more immortals joined in, and the entire Mengliu Cave was filled with cheerful atmosphere.

Wuming led the people out of the cave and began to barbecue in the open air.The ulcers on the tongues of the long-lived people were alleviated, and this time they ate more deliciously.

Only Hedda lay filthy and motionless by the table.

Wuming walked back to the cave alone, and looked at Haida with a smile:

"Thank you, don't you want to have dinner together?"

Haida got up from the table, stroked her pus-stained hair, and said weakly:

"Wang, why did you ask me to transform Rune for them, I can also transform you, and I can tap your powerful power."

Nameless said: "You said I was strong, right?"

Hedda nodded.

"That's it, I'm already so strong, why should I continue to become stronger?" Wuming took it for granted.

Haida was dumbfounded: "You can't think like that...the king should get everything—"

"You have lost your vision." Wuming said, "I cured the immortals, they can work for me better, good days are yet to come, what's the rush."

Haida always felt that there was something wrong with the nameless reasoning, but she couldn't explain it, so she was in a hurry.

"Okay, okay, you go and change your clothes, take a shower and rest, and then celebrate." Wuming said.

"Celebrate what?" asked Hedda.

"Congratulations to my new round table taking shape." Wuming laughed, "Congratulations that we have the Finger Witch."

Hedda burst into tears, she did not want to celebrate the event at all.

But there is one thing that Haida agrees with. She really should take a good wash, change clothes, and wash off the filth of the immortals.

Obviously, the fire disease can also make people fester, but the festering eyeballs are so sweet, how can the pustules of the immortals be so rancid.

Haida took off her dress, bathed and changed with the help of several soldiers who were on fire.

Haida shrank into a bathtub, the water in the bucket was steaming, and under the bucket, a few fire-fighting soldiers sprayed fire from their eyes, heating up the bath water.

The overfire soldier hesitated and said:
"My lord witch, do I really have to stay here? He doesn't look like a king at all."

"This is the guidance of the lights, and I have no right to question it." Haida pursed her lips, "Maybe this is the test I'm waiting for, and endure the pain, this is experience."

"We can't bear to see you suffer like this," said the soldier.

Heda smiled:

"It's okay, with you guys protecting me, I'm not alone."

She was in the water, feeling the heat enveloping herself, as if floating in chaos, enjoying a moment of peace between the soldiers screaming in pain as they spewed out fire.

"Oh, by the way, Haida, I have something to discuss with you." Wuming broke in suddenly.

Haida shrank into the water in shock, then slowly revealed her head, and asked timidly:

"King, what's the matter with you?"

This performance is of course pretending, she can only see two things in her dark vision.Three fingers to the distant lights, and the nameless fiery figure.

She can clearly see Wuming approaching through the barrier, but such a young girl's attractive appearance is more likely to arouse people's desire for protection.

Nameless said: "Those men of yours, lend me some use."

Haida was dumbfounded: "What do you want them to do?"

"I was dispatched to Stoneville as a businessman." Wuming said, "I found a few good stalls in Stoneville, but it's a bit dangerous, and someone with force is needed to go."

"This..." Haida was troubled, "My lord, your mission should be to change the world, go to the king's city, and inherit Finger's will..."

Wuming said, "You don't want to? I thought I was your king."

"Of course you are our king." Haida blurted out.

"That's good." Wuming smiled, "That's it. Patch has caught a large number of dung beetles these days, and now let them take the goods to Stone City. It's dark now, just right into town."

The soldiers packed up their things helplessly and left in a hurry.

Feeling the gradually cooling sea water, Haida was stunned, it was the first time she felt so alone and helpless.

Surrounded by boundless darkness and silence, only the lights on the other side and the nameless figure can be relied on.

But the lights are far away in the sky, and that stalwart figure... can he really be relied on?

Obviously close at hand, Haida felt that the back was more difficult to touch than the lights on the other side.

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Wuming went back outside the cave and began to assign tasks to his subordinates.

The Immortal is in charge of going to the wild to find dung beetles in the wild with Patch and the others, and by the way collect Roja fruit, Hepa grass, etc. A few hybrids are responsible for security and hunting.

"What about me?" A bare-bottom faded person approached Wuming, pointing at himself.

Wuming looked at the faded man, wearing only a loincloth, with two Holy Grail bottles embedded in his buttocks.

Wuming remembered that this was Paqi's younger brother, who had been a thief with Paqi before.

In terms of level, it is much worse than those faders in Nokmagli, and he is a complete rookie.

"What's your name?" Wuming asked.

"I forgot." The faded man scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"You never forgot." Wuming was surprised.

The Faded One said, "But my witch called me Faded."

"Tufu..." Wuming pondered the name, "From the Eastern Kingdom? Or the Land of Reeds?"

"I don't know!" Dave said without shame.

"Forget it, the past is not important, what matters is the future." Wuming no longer struggled, "What do you want to do?"

Tuov looked dead, and said, "I don't know..."

"no target?"

"It's not without goals." Tuofu squatted aside, "My witch asked me to take her to the foot of the golden tree."

"Aren't you a thief following Paqi?" Wuming asked.

"Because it's too difficult, it's really too difficult!" Tuofu covered his face, "There are people who want to kill me everywhere, I have died in every place, ah, I don't want to move forward!"

Tuo Fu huddled in a ball and rolled on the ground:
"Why do you want me to face enemies like the big tree guards when I go out, I can't even run away, and the cemetery is full of scary guys, I can't stand it!"

Wuming propped his face, admiring Tuo Fu's ugly appearance.

Seeing the newcomer, Wuming felt very cordial.

Wuming comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, do you want me to teach you two tricks?"

Tuo Fu immediately got up from the ground:

"Senior, what do you want to teach me?"

"What are you good at?"

"I'm more intelligent!" Tuo Fu raised his hand.

Wuming glanced at the two Holy Grail bottles behind Tufu's buttocks, and nodded: "I can see it."

"Is there anything I can do?" Fade asked.

"It's a good thing to be smart, and a smart person can be a mage." Wuming replied.

"Is the mage very powerful?"

"Pretty good."

"There must be some powerful spell." Tuo Fu's eyes lit up.

"Of course, you have a big shield in your left hand and a spear in your right hand. Learning a magic shield is amazing." Wuming gestured, "Or learn a magic weapon and enchant your sledgehammer, so gods can block and kill gods."

With the nameless description, Tuo Fu imagined the future and was very excited:
"Okay! I will try my best to become a magician!"

Wuming added: "You need clothes and armor. It's good for you. I'll ask Gotok to steal some Stone City knight armor for you later."

Tuo Fu showed a troubled expression:

"No, I'm a clean freak, and I can't wear clothes worn by others."

Unexpectedly, Tufu had an inexplicable pursuit in a strange place, and Wuming was speechless for a few seconds, saying:

"...All right, we have tailors who can make new ones for you."

Tufu applauded happily:

"Now I can challenge that nasty knight."

"Big tree guards?" Wuming said, "It's not easy to fight infantry against cavalry, why don't you also have a whole horse? I just happen to be short of mounts, so I'll look for two horses, one for each person."

"Senior, I actually have a mount." Tuofu said.

"Is there? Why have I never seen it?" Wuming was surprised, "I haven't seen it inside or outside the cave."

"It's called Torret, and it's a spirit horse." Daof blew a golden whistle, a little bit of starlight appeared in the void, and a long-horned horse emerged from the air.

"It's still jumping up in the air." Tuo Fu commanded the spirit horse to do a double jump.

Wuming looked at Lingma and remained silent.

"Senior?" Seeing the silent Wuming, Tuo Fu stepped forward to express his concern.

"Damn it, why don't I have such a handsome mount." Wuming clutched his chest, "I can only ride a mouse."

Tufu didn't expect such a reaction from Wuming, and he was a little flustered:

"Why don't you ride too, senior?"

"Is it okay?" Wuming immediately became happy, and unceremoniously reached out to grab the rein, ready to get on the horse.

Torret retreated again and again, and even disappeared with a hiss.

There was a moment of silence between the two faders.

"Uh...it doesn't seem to like you very much." Dafu scratched his head.

The nameless outstretched hand hung in the air, trembling slightly.

Now it was Tuofu's turn to comfort Wuming who was rolling all over the floor.

Wuming clutched his chest: "Isn't it a spirit horse that can be summoned anytime and anywhere by stepping on the horns on its head...it's not rare!"

Wuming shouted so loudly, like a fox who dislikes sour grapes.

Seeing that Wuming was in a bad mood, Tuo Fu left wisely.

Make this guy angry, he can't ride Torret, but he can ride him.

Nameless sat on a rock, sighing.

For some reason, he doesn't match the mount.

The horse that robbed the cavalry before was also uncooperative in various ways, and ran away without paying attention.

Only the Dianhuo mouse was willing to carry him, and the mouse was infected with Dianhuo, so it can be said that he was blind.

Wuming sighed, turned his head, and found that Burke was looking at him eagerly.

As the only demihuman in Mengliu Cave, Wuming's task for Burke is to stay in the cave, improve sewing skills, and design new clothes.

"What's wrong with Burke?" asked Wuming.

Burke said, "Master, I have a request..."

"What request?"

"My level is still not enough, and I need to experiment and change frequently." Burke said, "But without a reference, I am very unconfident..."

Wuming understood: "Need a clothes rack, right?"

He thought for a while, and there was only one person who was relatively free.

"Easy to handle." Nameless said, "I'll make arrangements for you."

Mengliu Cave, the high platform where Patch used to hide, is assigned to Haida as an exclusive room at this time.

There were three people in the room, Heda, Nameless and Burke.

Haida, who had just come out of the bath, felt a monkey climbing up and down on her body, and took a rope to measure her figure from time to time.

"Get along well." Wuming gave Haida two thumbs up, and then jumped off the high platform.

It was late at night, and the reveling immortals were tired and fell asleep, leaving a mess, and the scattered bones attracted several wolves, and Wuming threw the bones to them to disperse the wolves.

The high-altitude golden tree competes with the bright moon, emitting bursts of golden light.

This is the gift of the Golden Tree, free rune at no cost, and the earth is constantly rejuvenated because of this nourishment.

Wuming stretched out his hand to catch the golden snowflake, lifted his mask, and poured the golden crumbs into his mouth,
If Haida could see this scene, she would probably find out in despair that the king she had given high hopes for did not need the witch's help at all.

He himself can absorb those runes and turn them into nutrients.

Paqi moved to Wuming's side, faced the mess, and said with emotion:
"It's really terrifying mobility, you can always drill through all obstacles like a ballista."

Wuming didn't respond to the compliment, and looked up and down the mountain stream and the bridge hole above his head.

"What are you looking at?" Patch asked.

"We now have a team, logistics, merchants, and witches." Wuming said, "but it's not complete enough to be a round table."

"You really want the whole round table?" Patch said. "What else do you want?"

"Blacksmiths and newcomers." Wuming said, "I can be a blacksmith, but it's better to have a dedicated person.

"As for the new blood, I think we need to absorb more faders to join us. Otherwise, it would be ridiculous to have no faders like the round table hall."

Patch suggested: "When Stone City sells them dung beetles, we can promote it by the way."

"It's a good way, but Stone City is still too far away. I hope that faders can enjoy our services as soon as possible." Nameless said.

"Your opinion?" Patch asked.

"It's time for us to move." Nameless said, "The location is at Ailey Church."

Wuming explained the advantages of Irene Church:
"There's anvils and hammers and a full blacksmith's outfit where I can strike iron for faders. There's a benediction in the center and service areas can be designed around the benediction. Gale does business there and we can borrow his influence Power and fame. It's also close to the Heroes' Graveyard, where many faders will come to take risks, and there are also faders thrown by Gregor."

"It's a good place, but there are big trees guarding it." Patch said, "How do you solve it?"

"It seems that we can only ask him to move." Wuming picked up the sword and shield, "I'm going to talk to him right away to show affection and reason."

When Wuming came to Ailey Church with his long sword on his shoulders, and was about to have a cordial and friendly exchange with the guards of the big tree, it didn't happen.

He couldn't see the big tree guard anymore.

There was a mist around Islay Church, and it was almost impossible to see.

(End of this chapter)