The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 7 Entering the Round Table Hall
The dark room fell silent except for the gasps of the dying.

Gotok opened the door.

Stonewell's elite heavy-armored homeless knight stood there. Opposite him, there was a shriveled armor inlaid on the wall.

The sunken breastplate squeezed out a piece of bloody flesh, and the skinny limbs were twisted, and they were no longer human.

Gotok grinned and crouched next to the corpse, ready to collect the remaining runes from the corpse.

He struggled to remove the straps, removing the heavy armor.

Apart from the Discolored Limbs and Runes, the armor is also quite valuable.

Gotok put the disassembled armor aside, wanting to see the true face of the faded man under the helmet.

Gotok froze.

The faded man has thin, pale hair and a twisted and long neck, a sign of self-restraint often hung in shackles.just like……

Just like the people of gold like myself.

Outside the door, the civilian who was attracted by the stone walked in, looked at the corpse, and shook his head in disgust:

"You guys are so cruel."

Gotok looked back and found that the appearance of the corpse was exactly the same as the civilian behind him.

"Ghost!" Gotok sat down on the ground in fright, and even crawled to the back of the lost knight, only to feel relieved.

"It's not a ghost, it's just a guy who can't die." The figure of the commoner suddenly disappeared like a bubble, turning into a nameless man in full armor.

Wuming looked past the tall homeless knight and looked at Gotok: "I caught him."

Gotok was puzzled:
"How did you find out?"

"I know a bald man." Nameless said.

Gotok didn't understand what this inexplicable answer meant, so he collected himself and said:
"Although I don't know what your method is, you have no chance to escape."

Gotok said harsh words, and the lost knight in front of him gave him a sense of security.

The Lost Knight has the power of the storm, which is very suitable for exerting strength in such a small room.

Facing Gotok and the Lost Knight, Wuming just pointed to the armor that Gotok dismantled:

"Aren't you familiar with those armors?"

It does look familiar, those are the armors in this room.

Although the fader has the ability to create illusions, the armor is genuine.

A doubt flashed in Gotok's mind:
When did this commoner put on the armor of this room?
A big hand grabbed Gotok, strangled Gotok's neck, and lifted him up.

Gotok was horrified to find that the strong shield that was standing in front of him, the powerful lost knight turned to face him, but the hands that killed the enemy strangled his neck.

"Have you betrayed? Aren't you afraid of Lord Gregor's wrath!" Gotok struggled.

Wuming walked over, wearing the shoulder armor of the homeless knight, twirling a branch in his hand and dangling in front of Gotok:
"Do you know what this is?"

Gotok's pupils constricted: "Could it be...the enchanting branch?"

"You are indeed very knowledgeable." Wuming said.

He patted the Lost Knight's shoulder armor, and Gotok was lowered.

Gotok knelt down and said tremblingly:
"I'm sorry, please spare my life. I'm just an ordinary person who obeys Gregor's orders. He asked me to lure the faded ones to perform the limb grafting ceremony..."

"I'll give you a chance." Nameless said, "If you can prove your worth, I can spare you."

"Just tell me," Gotok said immediately.

"You like to 'help' faded people, now I want you to really help them." Nameless said, "I will store a batch of dung beetles in this room, and you will be a merchant at the door, selling dung beetles to those faded people. By."

Gotok trembled:
"This is a betrayal of Lord Gregoire."

"Yes, do it or not." Wuming drew out his long sword and sharpened it on the stone beside him.

Gotok said with a sad face: "I...I will do it."

Wuming took back the long sword in satisfaction, and patted him on the shoulder:
"Don't be afraid, it's good to do things for me. Don't you want rune very much, I'll give it to you. Remember, a dung beetle sells for [-] rune, and if you sell one, you can keep [-]% for yourself. How about it, not bad?"

Gotok snapped his fingers:

"One is 150 runes, and ten is 200. Before that, more than [-] faders entered the city in a month..."

Gotok knelt down to Wuming again:

"Gertok has been wandering for half his life, and he only regrets that he has not met the Ming Lord. If you don't give up, I would like to worship him as a foster father. Oh no, you are my real father. Anyway, Grek doesn't recognize me anymore."

"So you are his son."

"It's not anymore." Gotok tugged at the civilian clothes on his body, revealing only half of his arm, "After losing to Marenia, he has gone completely crazy."

Wuming finally decided to leave Gotok at the door of the small black house to replace the dead civilian.The enchanted Knight of the Lost was used to guard Gotok himself, preventing him from escaping.

Nameless said: "I'm going to step forward, you can stay here."

"Wait for foster father." Gotok said, "Let me accompany you. I am familiar with the construction of this city and can show you the way. Anyway, the dung beetle has not been shipped yet."

Nameless thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

With such an internal response, Stone City has gone a lot easier.

There are many flat-topped tower buildings in Stone City, where many war eagles live.

Wuming stood on the high platform, looking at the scenery below, and asked Gotok:

"What do you think of this position?"

"Okay." Gotok gave a thumbs up and flattered spare no effort, "There is no patrolling in this place, the place is empty, and between the blessings, there are patrolling on both sides, which is suitable for you to sell dung beetles."

Wuming did not speak, thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No, it's too close."

"It's not close." Gotok chuckled, "You don't know how weak those faders are, and a lost knight can make them run out of ammunition and food."

"I'm afraid there aren't that many merchants," Wuming said.

Gotok said: "I can call the common people in the city to help you consign, and I will manage them. They can get [-]% of the profit, I will take [-]%, and the rest will belong to you."

"Will [-]% be too dark?"

"It's not low, in this world, a little rune is enough." Gotok promised.

"Will someone leak the secret?"

"Ever since Grek knelt down and licked Marenia's feet, he has no prestige in people's hearts. He can only maintain his rule through limb grafting and terror." Gotok said, "Many people hope that Grek will step down."

"Then you go on stage?" Wuming looked sideways.

Gotok laughed:

"I'm no longer a prince, I'm already satisfied to be your servant."

"A wise choice." Wuming said, "Based on my experience, it is difficult for kings to sleep peacefully in coffins, and they will all die on the throne."

"Experience?" Gotok looked at Wuming in awe, "Are you also a king? Or are you a kingslayer?"

"I have been."

Nameless looked into the distance, recalling the past.

Gotok immediately conjured up a story about a general who was able to recruit and fight well, overthrowing the old king and becoming the new king.

When Gotok finished making up his mind, he found that Wuming was still motionless, still maintaining that look of recalling the past.

Gotok stretched out his hand and tested it in front of Wuming.

Wuming came back to his senses, and smiled embarrassedly:

"As I get older, I like to recall the past, and I am always in a daze."

"Father, your past must be a legend." Gotok complimented.

Nameless laughed boldly:
"Don't talk about the courage of the past, don't talk about the courage of the past."

The long wind blows through the sky, and Wuming spreads his arms against the wind, enjoying the high spirits brought by being condescending.

Suddenly another figure with outstretched arms in the wind rushed in front of him.

A war hawk swooped down and grabbed Wuming's face.

Gotok quickly shouted: "Get out of the way!"

Of course, Gotok doesn't really care about Wuming's life and death, and a strong person like Wuming doesn't need to remind himself, just shouting like this can show that he is very loyal.

Gotok was thinking about it, when he saw Wuming being thrown in the face by a war hawk, and fell straight from the high platform.

Falling all the way to the bottomless abyss.

Gotok leaned over to the edge of the high platform to look down in shock, his face twitched a few times.

Did he die just as soon as he recognized the boss?
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At the bottom of Stone City, the mice gathered together, looking at the iron lump that fell from the sky.

Wuming was firmly embedded in the pit, the ground underneath was quite moist and sticky, and it fit perfectly with his body, making it impossible for him to dig himself out no matter how much he twisted.

Nameless was a little embarrassed.

Standing on a high place and seeing the big bird spread its wings towards him, it suddenly reminded him of some past events, and he immediately fell into a daze.

Wuming lay in the deep pit, looking affectionately at the Shushu above.

The mice sniffled, gradually losing their awe of the meteor falling from the sky, and tried to crack open the iron lump to enjoy the nutrition inside the nut.

"I didn't expect it to turn into rat shit, it's really nostalgic." Wuming muttered.

The blue light swept across the rats, and the rats screamed and fled. Occasionally, a ferocious big rat charged towards the light, but it quickly turned into flesh and scattered around.

"Are you OK?"

A man appeared at the edge of the pit, observing Nameless.

This man had a pointed hat, noble clothes embellished with green gemstones, a rapier pinned to his waist, and a staff in his hand.

He drew out his rapier to pry Wuming, and took out a shovel to dig him out of the pit.

"Thank you." Wuming patted the dirt with a disheveled face.

"You're welcome, I just happened to be investigating around here, and I'll come and have a look when I hear any noise."

The man saluted gracefully:
"My name is Roger, and as you can see, I am a magician."

Nameless looked at the stabbing sword in his hand.

Roger smiled: "Magic swordsman."

"I don't have a name, you can call me nameless."

Nameless looked around.

The bottom of Stone City is eerie, broken bones are everywhere, and the gloomy aura is condensed and lingering.

"What can you investigate here?" Wuming was curious.

"I'm here to explore death." Roger said mysteriously.

Wuming looked at the bones around him and nodded:
"Then you've come to the right place."

Roger smiled gently: "What about you, are you a fader like me? What are you doing in Stonewell?"

"I'm here to develop business routes." Wuming said, "If you have the opportunity, you can come and patronize me, and I can provide you with various supports for your adventure."

"I'll visit if I get the chance," Roger said. "What's the name of your store?"

"You asked about me, I haven't made up my mind yet." Wuming thought for a moment, "Let's call it Patch's old shop."

"Patch..." Roger pondered.

"You know Patch?"

"Before I was investigating dead people near Mengliu Cave, I met one." Roger said, "Very interesting person, I said I wanted to find dead people, and he kicked me off the bridge. Here comes the Deadman."

Roger looked at the pit where Wuming fell, and asked him with his eyes:

"Could it be..."

Wuming laughed loudly: "I was indeed kicked by him, but it was a long time ago. Now he doesn't dare to mess with me, and he is cooperating with me in business."

Roger understood, he stopped exchanging greetings, and pointed to an empty place in the distance:

"There is a monster ahead. It is the tree spirit of the golden tree that has been eroded by death. It is very tricky. Be very careful and don't go there. If you want to leave, you can go to the other side. There is a rope ladder that I tied."

"Tricky monster!" Wuming's eyes lit up.

"Don't try to challenge it, it's a very terrifying monster, I guess even the king here can hardly defeat it." Roger said.

"You misunderstood, I don't want to fight it." Nameless said, "But other faders must want to challenge it."

"What do you mean?" Roger asked.

"It's like this. I have some dung beetles, which can be used as supplies for the faders." Nameless explained, "When they get here, they often don't have any supplies, but it's too difficult to turn back. They must still want to challenge."

Roger smiled:
"It's true, I've often seen overwhelmed Faders killed."

He pointed to the many shining treasures under the pit:
"Those are fader stuff."

Wuming took out the binoculars and observed the treasures:

"Well, the reason for the challenge is even more sufficient."

Putting down the binoculars, Wuming saw that Roger was digging a grave, knocked open a coffin, and carefully observed the corpse.

"How long are you going to explore here?" Wuming asked.

"I don't know," Roger said, "until I find the target, or until I find out that there is no target here."

"Long time?" Wuming asked.

Roger looked at the corpses everywhere in the mass grave:

"If you're unlucky."

Wuming clapped his hands: "Can you do me a favor, when the time comes, I will pile up my dung beetles here, if there are faders passing by, you can sell them for me."

"Okay, I always deal with corpses, and I also need to take a break." Roger agreed happily.

"Good man." Wuming held Roger's hand, "Don't worry, I won't take too much time for you. You can keep half of the rune you sold as my reward."

"Hehe, no need, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

"That won't work, my brother will settle the score—"

"I can't see the guidance of blessings, but there are still a lot of runes, no need." Roger gently refused.

"Arrogance." Wuming gave a thumbs up, "Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient. If you need me in the future, feel free to speak up."

Roger said: "Can you write me a letter?"

"No problem, where, for whom?"

"Fiya of the round table hall." Roger took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter and handed it to Wuming.

Wuming took the letter, nodded solemnly, and said:

"What is the round table hall?"

"Didn't your witch take you there?" Roger was surprised.

"I don't have a witch."

"Oh, sorry."

Wuming clicked his tongue: "How to put it like it's sad that I don't have a witch."

Roger smiled: "I'm sorry, I speculated on my own. The round table hall is the place where the faded people gather. It is a service place set up for the faded people to achieve their goals and rest temporarily. It is a gathering place for heroes."

"Oh, I know this, it's a good place." Wuming's eyes lit up.

"It's really a good place." Roger agreed deeply, with a fascinated expression on his face.

Wuming looked at that expression:
"Nafiya... is your lover?"

"I'm not." Roger laughed, "I'm not a dead person, nor a hero, but I hope to be her hero."

He put down the shovel and said kindly:

"Let's go, I'll take you to the round table hall."

"Will it delay your business?"

"It's not a day's work, why don't you take a break." Roger openly shook off the shovel, shook off the dirt on his body, and tidied up his appearance.

Wuming followed Roger and found a hidden teleportation array. After a burst of blinding light, he and Roger appeared in the round table hall.

Wuming himself did not expect that this good place, which he had placed high hopes on before, would be scolded for nothing by him 10 minutes later.

(End of this chapter)