The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 45 Kenneth Hyde

Burke's face was radiant, he no longer felt inferior, and enjoyed the banquet happily.

Wuming had already eaten and drank enough, so he looked around when he had nothing to do, and found that Patch had also eaten and was resting aside.

He walked up to Patch, but Patch took a few steps away from him.

"Yes, you." Patch squinted at him, "I didn't expect you to have this supernatural power."

"What do you mean?" Wuming didn't understand.

"Did you swallow that mercenary's soul back in the afternoon?" Patch asked, "It's not like the power a hero like you should have."

"It's just that you don't know." Wuming said indifferently, "Don't worry, it won't be used on you."

The nameless hand glowed red:

"Power is just like earning rune, it's just a way, not a goal."

"I told you, don't be greedy." Patch said, "If you are too greedy for power, you may be swallowed by that power."

"Like Gregor?" Nameless said.

"How is it possible that Greg is also worthy?" Patch said, "If you want to compete with Lakka Derby anyway."

"I'm not familiar with those demigods, but I can still control this power." Wuming wiggled his fingers, watching the red light flow on his fingertips.

Patch stared at the red light: "It's better."

Patch didn't continue this topic, he looked at Irene Church:

"The security issue is resolved, what are you going to do next?"

Wuming observed his employees:
"I need to find some demihumans."

"Why are you looking for demihumans?" Patch wondered.

"There are too many people, and one tailor is not enough." Wuming said, "We need to recruit some more people to take care of the logistics."

"Humans wouldn't be better," Patch said.

Nameless looked at Burke sitting among the mixed races:

"Let's find a demihuman."

He smiled at Patch:

"Demihumans are cheap."

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In the early morning of the next day, Wuming took Burke out of Ailey Church to find new employees.

Wuming specially rode on the newly acquired golden carriage, ready to go out and enjoy himself.

Eight horse-drawn chariots, the heavy golden chariot seemed to be weightless, galloping in the wind, and the knife wheel made a whining sound of piercing the air.

Unnamed Ke sat on the spacious chariot and asked Burke:
"Where can I find demihumans?"

"Demihumans like to live in caves, in mountains and forests, and be led by a mother," Burke said.

"The demihumans seem to respect their mothers very much," Wuming said.

"Mother raised us and protected us, and of course we respect that," Burke said.

He looked at Wuming:
"Master, you also protected me, and I respect you very much."

"You have a bit of a conscience." Wuming said, "When the time comes, you will be responsible for persuading the demihumans."

Burke said, "You really want to hire demihumans? They don't necessarily agree."

Nameless Pat Chariot:

"With this golden car, are you afraid that no one will follow you?"

Wuming is confident, as long as he shows such strong financial resources, the employees will naturally fall into his arms.

It didn't take long for the nameless self-confidence to disappear.

There are many people in Asia in the mountains and forests, but not much space.

Wuming's gigantic eight-horse chariot was extremely wide and got stuck on the path in the forest.

Unable to show off his mount, Wuming collapsed.

"Why don't you leave the car here and we'll go on foot?" Burke asked Wuming.

"What if the car is lost?" Wuming refused.

He turned the car around and planned to walk along the main road first, find a populated city, and deposit the car.

Nameless remembered the situation of the mixed race, and asked Burke:

"Maybe there are demihumans in the city? Have you been treated as slaves like hybrids?"

"Mother will protect us, demihumans will not be slaves," Burke said.

He pauses:
"It may also be because we are all stupid. Humans think we are not suitable to be slaves. Demihumans have neither the skills of hybrids nor the strength of trolls."

Nameless paid attention to Burke, thinking that he was about to get depressed again habitually, but unexpectedly, Burke raised his head quickly.

"It's also our luck that we can remain free." Burke grinned, revealing a mouth full of small fangs, "I also have a skill, and I can sew clothes for you, my master."

Wuming nodded in relief: "It's not in vain that I deliberately showed my true face."

Wuming drove along a main road. After walking for a while, he saw a cart full of goods smashed to pieces on the side of the road, and the contents inside fell to the ground.

More than a dozen demihumans raised their sticks high, chirping and roaring.

"Someone was attacked?" Wuming thought to himself.

He slowed down the speed of the car, approached the group of demihumans, stood on the chariot, and looked into the distance.

Wuming discovered that the demihumans were not besieging anyone, but besieging a person.

There are highlands on both sides of the road, and a huge building wreckage spans the highlands on both sides, forming a high bridge.

Someone was standing on the high bridge, and was in a stalemate with a group of demihumans under the bridge.

"Help!" The people on the bridge shouted hysterically for help, "Is there someone to help me, help Kenneth Hyde!"

When the people on the bridge mentioned the name Kenneth Hyde, their voices were a little more high-spirited, as if the name was deliberately publicized.

"Who is this?" Wuming looked at the people on the bridge.

The light converged in front of him, clearly presenting the faces of the characters on the bridge.

A man with short blond hair, blond pupils, a thin beard, and well-maintained skin.

The inner lining is a light green gown, full of embroidery, and the outer is a dark blue and almost purple burqa.

"What a delicate stitch." Burke looked at the scene of the man, "and my mother said that clothes of this color are very expensive, and they are only worn by noble people."

"Rich people." Wuming summed up the main point in an instant, "Now we have to save."

Wuming looked at the terrain on both sides of the bridge. The left side was steep, while the right side was obviously gentle, and there was a way to go around it.

I have to say that the IQ of these demi-humans is indeed limited. If they take a detour to the bridge, they have already captured this person, so there is no need for a stalemate here.

"Burke, you go to appease those demihumans and ask the ins and outs." Wuming gave Burke a jug, "If they attack you, throw the jug out, it can form a phantom and buy you time to escape."

"Leave it to me, master." Burke took up the task with confidence, took the pot of luring the enemy, and jumped off the carriage.

Wuming then turned the front of the car, left the main road, and went on the bridge from the ramp on the right, rampaging all the way.

When Wuming arrived at the bridge with a trail of smoke and dust, the huge carriage rolled over and the entire bridge trembled.

The blue-robed nobleman was shocked by Wuming, subconsciously took a step back, tripped over the uneven bridge under his feet, and sat down on the ground.

But the blue-robed noble quickly got up again, excitedly looking at Wuming's golden chariot:

"The Golden Tree answered my prayers! Oh, the Golden Tree bless me!"

The blue-robed noble couldn't see the knight on the tall chariot clearly, so he could only shout:

"Knight of Rodel, please dismount, and let me thank you well."

The nobleman looked up at the chariot with full expectation, looking forward to jumping off a big tree guard covered in golden armor and wearing a golden crown crown.

Then I saw a man in gray iron mail armor, a tattered cloak, and an unknown armor style jumping off his horse.

"Who are you?" The blue-robed nobleman wondered.

"Who do you think I am?" Wuming was even more puzzled,

"Why are you so surprised? Shouldn't you be crying with joy after being rescued and expressing your body promise, and then I politely said that it would be enough to give 800 million rubles?"

(End of this chapter)