The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 279 Immortal
Patch carefully adjusted his wig:
"Unfinished tasks refer to..."

"You came to the volcano, you only had one mission." Tanith said.

Paqi's face was a bit sad: "My small body can't beat Tragos."

Tanis said: "I am not responsible for the distribution of tasks for the traitors. Bernal has a better vision than me in determining the strength of people."

"The guy in the Beast Armor?" Patch said. "His armor covers his eyes, he can see shit."

Tanis smiled: "You are the first person who dares to say that about Bernal."

"I've even provoked a terrifying guy like Wuming. What's there to be afraid of Bernal." Patch pulled the loincloth, "Master Tanis, Wuming may have some conflicts with the volcano, but he is not a member of the Golden Tree. I suggest you not waste your energy on provoking one more enemy."

"Aren't you messing with him now?" Tanith said.

"Then I can't go out," Patch said. "How scary, let me stay at the volcano."

Tanith said, "So you said so much, you just don't want to step on the unclean path?"

"I want to step in!" Dialos popped out suddenly, raising his hand, "I want to be a hero!"

Tanis looked at Diaros:

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

Dialos froze for a moment, looked in the mirror at the clear arm armor, and saw a pair of swollen eyes:

"Maybe it's swollen from sleeping. I don't know why I slept for a long time. Could it be that I drank too much before..."

Patch snickered.

In order not to be exposed, Wuming took an unknown amount of sweating medicine for Diaros.After taking the medicine, I fell asleep, slept for a whole day, woke up and drank water, and went back to sleep after drinking.

Tanis suddenly looked at the snickering Patch:

"It just so happens that Patch is not very confident about his mission, why don't you go together. It's your first mission, so we can take care of you together."

Patch said, "I didn't say that, this guy probably can't beat Tragos."

"Who said that? I'm from the Khosrow family!" Dialos refused to accept it, and took out his whip, "I can even wear armor by myself now."

"Please rest assured, as long as you have the courage to embark on the path of unclean heroes, obstacles will naturally succumb to your courage." Tanith said.

"What do you mean?" Patch was stunned.

"It'll work out," Tanith told Patch, "if you're willing to do it."

Patch frowned: "I don't know where the big horn is."

"Don't worry about this, we have already investigated it clearly." Tanis said, "According to the latest information, he is near the Boiling River."

All the roads were blocked, Patch pouted, feeling a little lost.

Tanise sat on the throne, watching Patch:

"Actually, I don't understand. Why did you come to the volcano? You are one of the few people who came to the volcano by yourself. Why? I feel that you don't hate the golden tree, and you don't want to betray your compatriots. Why did you come to the volcano?"

Probably because he was not used to wearing a wig, Patch scratched his head:
"It's more interesting here."

"Interesting?" Tanith tilted her head.

Patch nodded: "It's much more interesting than a caravan."

"Ah - so annoying." Wuming sneezed, spitting sparks out of his mouth.

Almost burning the paper in front of him, Wuming quickly extinguished the flames.

Wuming was not upset about Lu En being taken away by Patch, but was upset about counting how much money Patch had taken away.

Entering the Yatan, the only income is the 1000 million runes given by the volcano.

Wuming ate half of it by himself, leaving 500 million.

Only by deducting the arrears of wages and calculating the wages paid in recent days can we figure out how many runes Patch has stolen.

Calculating how much you stole is just a matter of fact, the main thing is to calculate how many runes you need to prepare.

After a whole day of statistics, Wuming estimated that Patch stole about 150 million runes, and he had to prepare this money within two months, otherwise the staff would return to the embarrassing situation when they first entered the Asian altar.

It would be even worse, the volcanic stone he bet on failed, and other businesses were also affected.

With resentment and anger towards Paqi, Wuming was busy for several days, running between various camps.

After running around for a few days, Wuming's resentment towards Patch was somewhat reduced.

Because he actually took over Patch's job, Wuming discovered that the complexity was far beyond his imagination.

Different employees, different businesses, as small as the daily life planning of employees of different races, as large as negotiating with other powerful forces, they are so busy that they are nameless and overwhelmed.

Within a few days, Wuming went to the academy to call for foreign aid.

"Serlian, save me!"

Facing Wuming's call for help, Ser Lian's solution was to lend Sir Rui to Wuming.

"Can this thing work?" Wuming said.

"It has now mastered the theoretical basis of broom stars and meteor showers, so it shouldn't be difficult to solve those messy things about your caravan," said Se Lian.

Wuming took the crystal doll and continued to travel around. It was indeed a lot easier, but things were still trivial, and he still couldn't spare much time.

And this is just to maintain the basic operation of the caravan. The caravan is still in a state of making ends meet, and the issue of wages in the next few months will become more and more urgent.

Wuming was already preparing to recall Se Lian, and then went to raise money by himself.

But before I had the opportunity to go to the Lake District, the volcano incident came to my door again.

The Sons of Omens of the Boiling River are on strike.

Wuming didn't have many mountain monsters and golems under his command, so the carrying work was handed over to the fat and strong Son of Omen.

A large amount of volcanic rock in the boiling river needs to be transported to Stone City as soon as possible, so that it can be exchanged for runes to maintain livelihood.

This anxiety made the urging a little faster, and the urging was a little faster, and the children of evil omens were a little busy.

As Wuming's latest group of employees, the Sons of Omen didn't have much relationship with Wuming, and they didn't want to be oppressed too hard. Once the workload went up, they quit immediately.

Wuming sighed and rushed to the Boiling River to appease the Sons of Ominous Omen and appease their grievances.

"Caravans also have difficulties." Wuming stood on a high place on a rock, comforting the Sons of Ominous Omen, "Let's work together to overcome difficulties..."

To Wuming's words, the Son of Omen also responded, a big knife flew to the side of Wuming's head, nailed it into the soft and porous stone, buzzing.

Nameless sighed.

The people who came out of the battlefield were not very good at this point, they were too irritable.

People like the Sons of Omen who struggled to survive the shattered war, like Kaidan mercenaries, were indeed more rebellious.

"How did Patch comfort these people when he was here..." Wuming thought.

The audience became more and more noisy, and Wuming became more and more headache.

"Patch, come back, I won't blame you when you come back. The money will be your wages, anyway, you never asked for wages." Wuming wiped his tears, there was nothing he could do about the son of evil omen in the audience.

After wiping away the tears, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.

A person is squatting not far away, with a familiar watermelon head and a familiar open-chested white coat.

"Patch?!" Wuming exclaimed.

Patch also seemed to have noticed Wuming, shrank his head, and showed a somewhat embarrassed smile.

In the next second, Patch was blasted out, and the headgear flew all over the ground.

Wuming was covered in sparks, and with one knee, he imprinted Patch in the rock wall of the volcano, took out his sword and shield, and then took the shield, fiercely slapped Patch's bald head fiercely.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" Patch screamed, holding a large shield to protect his bald head.

"You still dare to come back?" Wuming said in a terrifying tone.

"I didn't come back either. I came to the boiling river. Who would have thought that you would come too." Patch said.

After Patch finished speaking, he was slapped hard by the shield again.Fierce and cruel, ferocious and terrifying, like a dragon rushing to eat, a poisonous snake strangling to death, the heart of the children who watched the evil omen was chilled.

After filming, Wuming picked up Patch's sleeve:
"Where's my money?"

"Where's the volcano," Patch said vaguely.

Seeing Patch's bruised nose and swollen face, Wuming wanted to fight again, but finally gave up.

Wuming sighed and put Patch down.

"I'll clean you up after I'm done." Wuming said, turning his head to look at the Son of Omen.

Seeing the nameless eyes looking over, the Children of Ominous Omen tensed up and stood up straight:

"It's not easy for the caravan, so I'll give you a few more days."

With a harsh word, the children of ominous omens slipped away.

Only Nameless and Patch are left.

"It seems that we can deal with you now." Wuming looked over, the red light in his eyes drawing a thread in the air.

"No matter how hard you deal with it, you won't be able to squeeze out Rune from me," Patch said.

"What are you trying to do?" Wuming said, "Take my money and leave your relationship? I don't think Tanith will fall in love with you just for this little money. Have you succeeded?"

"Anyway, when I talk about feelings, you can't understand." Patch said, "In your eyes, feelings are also things that can be measured and can be traded off—then I'll reason with you."

Nameless nodded and listened attentively.

Patch simmered for a while:

"You put me down first."

Nameless digs Patch out of the crack in the wall.

Patch crouched on the ground:

"The reason why I took my runes to the volcano was simple - I was scared."

"Afraid of what?" Wuming said, "Afraid of volcanoes?"

"Scared of you," Patch said.

"Patch?" Wuming couldn't believe that Patch would say that.

Patch said: "I ask you, which is more important, me or your idol?"

"That must be my idol." Wuming said.

Patch nodded: "Then how did your idol die?"

Nameless stopped talking.

Patch continued: "It was you who killed him with your own hands."

"But he will always live in my heart!" Wuming covered his head.

"That's right, but I don't want to live in someone's heart forever." Patch said, "I must live in someone's heart. I hope it's Tanis, not you."

Patch said: "I said you're not mentally normal. That's not a joke. How can you be mentally normal? How much did you sacrifice along the way to achieve such a goal? How much did you sacrifice to achieve your goal?"

Patch compared his bald head:
"I don't want to be your victim one day. What you said that day reminded me of what a non-human guy you are in essence."

"Why am I inhuman, I am a pure human..." Wuming muttered.

"Yeah, human beings... There is no purer human being than you." Patch said, "That look that is driven by desire and devours everything."

Wuming said, "Is that why you ran to the volcano?"

"Oh, that's mainly because I want to make a good impression on Tanis." Patch admitted honestly.

Wuming looked at Patch's clothes:
"Patch, when was the last time we saw each other?"

Patch looked down at himself, then at Wuming, as if the answer was self-evident.

"I mean in my hometown." Wuming said, "In your memory."

Patch also looked down at his clothes.

Nameless said: "Yes, the last time we met, we killed the master who wore your clothes. Afterwards, I killed a very troublesome guy and swallowed him with great effort—what about you? What did you do afterwards?"

"What's that for?" Patch said.

Nameless said: "I killed you."

"Huh?" Patch was a little puzzled, "Is there such a thing?"

Wuming said: "For old immortals like us, death is a relief, and the price of not dying is the loss of memory."

"So, when we met for the last time, I do have a bit of a vague memory." Patch recalled, "You actually killed me?"

"Mistakes, slippery hands, that's not important." Wuming said, "The important thing is that I will lose control and erode the people around me, but you are an exception. I can't kill you. Although I don't know how you did it, you did resurrect. Even though I am very sure that you were killed by me and the ashes and soul were digested, you still did not die."

Wuming stared at Patch: "Although I don't know your background or how you did it, but you old liar—you won't be corrupted by me."

Patch was silent, without denying it, and muttered: "Who knows, desire can expand infinitely."

"So I need you to check and balance me." Wuming said.

"You care about Tanis very much, that's good." Wuming grabbed Patch's shoulder, "It means that there is still something you miss in this world. If I really lose control, at least you won't pat my ass and leave."

Feeling the heat from Wuming's palm, Paqi's bald head was sweating: "Are you threatening me?"

Nameless grinned: "That's right, if you don't want Tanis to die one day, don't even think about running away from me."

Patch left a few more drops of sweat and sighed:
"Ok."

Wuming finally let go of the hand holding Patch's shoulder, showing a smile.

Then he grabbed Patch's foot, swung it round and smashed it on the rock wall of the volcano:
"Now, pay back the money, you have committed a crime and I will tell you."

"There's no money, the money's at the volcano," Patch said.

"Go back and get it." Nameless said.

Patch stared: "The gift you gave to the girl is still taken back? Have you ever been in love?"

"You are not a gift, it is the proceeds of crime."

"Proceeds of crime are gifts to volcanoes."

Wuming Napachi was at a loss: "Then why did you come back?"

Patch got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth:

"The mission of the volcano."

"The mission of the volcano?"

"Don't worry about it, it's my business."

Patch stared at the end of the boiling river, with a trace of dignity and determination in his eyes.

Wuming tore Patch over again and beat him a few times:

"Have you grown up? Pay back your business. Our business is your business, and the caravan's business is your business."

Nameless pressed Patch hard:

"Those shitty things that you put your pick on and don't do, hurry up and clean them up for me, I have to go out if I have something to do."

"What's up?" Patch asked.

"What do you think?" Wuming gave Paqi a blank look, "Let's ask Lani to make a part of the money first, or wait for you, the bratty firstborn Luen?"

After Wuming finished his explanation, he was about to leave.

After walking two steps, Wuming paused again, and turned back to Patch: "Stop running away."

Wuming left, leaving Paqi alone in the boiling river.

Patch sighed, and dragged himself towards the lava.

Wuming beat him up, but he didn't say anything, because he had more troublesome things to solve in his heart.

Yura and Alexander left, and Telagos remained in the magma of the Boiling River.

He is not as strong as Alexander, so he is still using magma to temper his armor.

"Yo, brother Patch?" Telagos stood in the magma, saw Patch, and greeted happily.

Patch grinned reluctantly:
"Why are you near the volcano, not afraid of traitors coming to kill you?"

"It is precisely because of this that I have to get up wherever I fall." Tragos said, "The killer of the volcano, the lava earth dragon, these are opponents that I have never been able to defeat. I have to become stronger so that I can better help others."

Telagos laughed: "One day, we will take another adventure together."

Patch smiled, but said nothing.

Telagos couldn't stand the burning from the magma, walked out of the magma, took off his helmet, wiped his sweat, and took out the jerky he carried with him to eat.

"Would you like some?" asked Tragos.

Patch shook his head: "I think you should get ready and put on your helmet, the killer of the volcano will come soon."

"How do you know?" Tragos asked.

"I--"

"Tragus, here I come, don't complain, this is the path of a hero." A voice came from far to near.

A knight in gorgeous armor, holding a whip and a large shield, floated towards him on a horse.

"Who are you?" Tragos asked.

The knight dismounted and saluted Telagos first:
"I am Khosrow, Diaros Khosrow, and I am here on behalf of the volcano."

"So you are the killer of the volcano." Tragos became serious, put on his helmet, and stood ready.

"We have no grievances or enmities, everything is for the trials on the hero's path." Diaros approached Tragos, "Please don't resent me—"

Telagos hammered away Diaros' great shield with two hammers, and sent Diaros flying with one hammer.

"Huh?" Traggs still didn't understand, "What did he just say? I didn't catch it."

"It's nothing, just pre-War Volcanic trash talk," Patch said.

Telagos was a little puzzled: "Is he... really the killer of the volcano? I don't think so."

"I saw him come out of the volcano with my own eyes," Patch said.

"The killer of the volcano is not that powerful..." Tragos muttered.

"You..." Diaros struggled to get up, "You are not allowed to insult me ​​again..."

"Are you okay?" Tragos looked at Diaros, who was bleeding profusely and couldn't walk smoothly, "You're bleeding."

"Khosrow speaks with blood!" Diaros shouted hoarsely.

The blood light appeared with Diaros' shout.

A bloody crescent moon captured the minds of everyone present, pressing on Tragos with a storm-like speed.

"Eleuanora!" Patch exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)