The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 4 Your horse is gone
Paqi sent all the younger brothers away, and sat opposite Wuming.

Just this bonfire, the two chatted while making skewers.

Patch said: "So what are you doing here, are you coming to save the world again? Hero, you also want to get the fragment of the ring, and come to a tour to the throne?"

Wuming said: "Does this world need to be saved? It's not very good. As for the throne... I'm not interested, and it's not like I haven't been a king before."

Patch laughed sharply: "As expected of you. Then what are you going to do? You must have a 'goal' if you can live."

Nameless said: "I really want to do something, and I need your help. I want to do business."

"Clam?" Patch doubted his ears.

"I can also collect fragments of the ring, but the fragments are not only big runes." Wuming said, "Have you seen blessings, and the runes left by the dead, there are fine runes on them, they are also Part of the Circle, they're little runes."

Wuming clenched his fists: "There are tens of millions of faders walking on the junction, and these faders are collecting runes in the junction, and I want to do business and get a piece of the pie. How about it, help me, I can share these runes with you kindness."

Wuming looked at Patch with fiery eyes.

Patch was silent:

"Do you know why I can live so long and so freely?"

"Because you're so despicable and shameless?" Wuming guessed.

"Because I'm not greedy." Patch said and glanced at Wuming, "Have you heard the story of the homeless people?"

"I just heard it some time ago." Nameless said.

"If you hear it, you should be a warning. If you want to do business in the entire junction, it's too dangerous to deal with people like faders," Pach said.

"But I am different from the wandering people." Wuming said.

"What's the difference?"

"I can beat it."

Patch choked, and didn't speak for a while.

He patted his bald head and murmured:
"Greed is not a good habit, no matter how powerful people are, they will be devoured by greed, even if they are demigods."

Patch had a strange look in his eyes:
"I don't think you are greedy, why do you want to do business?"

"Come and help me, you will know when the time comes." Wuming said, his eyes in the peephole were burning hot, "You are right about one thing, I was never greedy, or I was too greedy. I used to be greedy It has to be the whole world, and now the world doesn't need to be saved, so I naturally have to find something else."

He looked at Patch: "Are you coming?"

"Do I have a choice?" Patch looked melancholy at the crumbled treasure chest, "Anyway, even if you don't agree, you will force me to agree on the grounds of being blackmailed by me."

"I'm so petty, you're dead long ago."

Patch stood up: "I just want to help you. What kind of business do you want to do? Murder and robbery or grab the coffin?"

"I want your people." Wuming said, "You have many younger brothers who can help me collect some things."

"We can't collect difficult things."

"There are dung beetles in the field, you know."

Patch frowned: "What do you want that for? Although it's not everywhere, it's not rare."

"Some places are very rare."

"where?"

"In the city."

"People in the city don't need it any more. They have enough to eat and have holy grail bottles, and all kinds of supplies are also uniformly rationed, except for those faders who broke in..."

Patch paused: "Are you going to sell to the fader?"

"That's what they lack, isn't it?" Wuming laughed.

"A good sale indeed," Patch thought, "but there's a problem you need to fix."

"what is the problem?"

"How did you transport that bunch of bugs into the city?" Patch said, "Don't you want to tell the city owner that I want to help those faders who break into your city and help them kill you? The right to sell items in the city?"

"It is indeed a problem." Wuming nodded, but his tone was very indifferent.

"What can you do?" Patch asked.

"No."

Patch looked at Wuming, speechless.

Nameless patted Patch on the shoulder:

"What are you afraid of? I'll explore the way to find a way, and you can take your little brother to catch dung beetles."

Wuming acted swiftly and resolutely, and set off after speaking, heading straight to Stonewell City.

Wuming was tired after walking for a long time.

"It's a long road." Wuming walked slowly along the road, and saw some faded people riding horses galloping away from time to time.

Many faders immediately brought a witch with them, galloping and rustling.

"That's great, I want to ride a horse too." Wuming murmured.

He tried to find some Faders to give a lift, but none of the Faders would give him a lift.

Wuming could only walk slowly, as it was getting dark, he could only hurry on his way wearing the stars and the moon.

Walking to a bridge, Wuming saw a man riding a horse again.

Tall horse, holding a long halberd, covered in black, mighty and extraordinary.

Wuming watched enviously, and wanted to pass by the bridge, but was attacked by the knight instead.

The halberd fell from the horse, Wuming blocked it with his shield, and took a few steps back.

"What to do?" Wuming said, "A bridge toll?"

The cavalry sword refers to the nameless:

"You're a fader, aren't you?"

"Well, I don't have blessings." Wuming replied.

The cavalry nodded and began to charge.

Wuming hurriedly rolled over the charge, shouting:

"Is it unreasonable? If I am a fader, you will kill me?"

"Hmph, anyway, you must be going to invade Stonewell City." The cavalryman said, "The king has issued an order to extinguish the ambitions of you faded ones."

"Damn it, I can't refute it." Wuming froze.

He did go to the city to scout, even if he didn't do it himself, he would help those faders invade the castle.

The cavalry shouted loudly, with spurs between their legs, the horse leaped high, and slashed at Wuming with a mighty momentum.

Wuming narrowed his eyes helplessly, and looked up at the halberd shining coldly under the moonlight:
"Then we are enemies, unfortunately."

Wuming raised his shield and deflected it slightly.

The halberd fell to the shield, slid sideways, and sparked.And the nameless long sword has been stabbed out, precisely piercing the gap in the cavalry's armor.

The simplest action, precise and deadly.

The cavalry fell off the horse, blood spilled from the helmet, the cavalry said something in the sound of gurgling blood, but only the sound of blood clogging was indistinct.

Wuming squatted in front of the cavalryman, silently watching the golden light in his eyes fade away.

There is clearly a kind of fear in his eyes, a kind of fear after the blessing disappears.

Wuming stretched out his hand and held it above the head of the cavalry.

A warm light group appeared, swaying rounds of golden light, supplementing the golden light that had disappeared from the cavalry's eyes.

"I'll tell you a bad news and a good news." Wuming said, "The good news is that your life is saved, and I won't kill you."

He looked at the bewildered war horse on the bridge and smiled:
"The bad news is, your horse is gone."

(End of this chapter)