Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Is this the Golden Road you're talking about? Lewis clenched his fists, and the paper in his hand was crumpled into a ball of paper.

He had already listened to Wuming's words and wrote a letter to the cuckoos on Belum Avenue, asking them not to attack the caravan and to give way to the road to allow the caravan to pass.

But Wuming's request went far beyond that. He gave Lewis another page of densely packed paper, filled with requirements and details.

That's my business plan. Don't be disrespectful and I'll tell you. Wuming sat back on the seat in the classroom. Behind him, several apprentices from Haimo Classroom were rubbing Wuming's shoulder pads.

Let Dujuan give up ten years of profits and work for free to restore the lake area to life? Lewis's body was shaking, his expression was ferocious, and the burns on his face were extremely terrifying.

But Lewis's expression was brought about by Wuming's plan, and the burns on his face were branded by Wuming himself. This ferocious expression did not make Wuming react at all.

I was offered so many benefits before, but you didn't agree. Wuming smiled, There was no store like this in this village, but now it's not the same price.

Blackmail, unabashed blackmail! It was so naked that Du Juan felt despicable, wishing he could pick it up and cut it into minced meat for Wuming.

But seeing the residual heat emitted by the pool of solidified molten iron on the ground, the cuckoos calmed down.

It's impossible for me to agree. Lewis said, Even if I agree, it's impossible for my men to agree.

The time has come to test your leadership. Wuming said, I have to trouble you to convince your subordinates.

If I dare to ask my men like this, they will mutiny on the spot and peel off my skin. Lewis said.

If you don't agree, I will skin you right now. Wuming waved his hand to the Haimo magic apprentices behind him, asking them to leave, and then tapped his shoulder.

The silver tears on the armor flowed to the ground, and the ridges changed into Lewis's appearance.

Lewis saw the bionic teardrops, and a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Wuming patted Lewis on the shoulder:

I hope you can understand the truth that you are not indispensable. In the bard's story, you are at most a small character who is casually run over by various terrifying strong men when they pass by. You are not the protagonist. And I Now I give you a chance.

what chance?

A chance for you to truly leave your name in history. Wuming said, As long as you can complete my mission.

Let's be a matchmaker and sell turtle neck meat to people in the Lake District, so that we can go down in history? Lewis gritted his teeth, quite unwillingly.

If you don't want to, just let my people do it. The ring finger pointed at the simulated teardrop.

Lewis vigilantly swung his sword at the simulated teardrop, but saw no movement from the simulated teardrop.

He stayed alone like this for a few minutes and sighed:

I'll convince them.

Very good, I'll go back to the Dikdas Lift and wait for your good news. Wuming recalled the clone Teardrop and walked away.

In Haimo Classroom, everyone present was a little embarrassed and confused.

They have always believed in strength. Only when they faced extremely powerful forces did they understand what real violence is.

No wonder that guy was able to convince Se Lian. Leader Haimo picked up the fragments of the azure stone cover on the ground, and his face cut by the fragments dyed his beard red.

No wonder he came alone. Lewis punched the wall next to him.

Leader Haimo looked at Lewis with a little pity:

So you're going...to pimp?

Matchmaker! What a pimp. Lewis glared at Leader Haimo.

It's not going anywhere. Leader Haimo said.

Lewis looked gloomy, snorted coldly, and left with his men.

The cuckoo knight under Lewis quickly stepped forward, walked to Lewis and whispered:

In the future, do we really want to give up burning, killing, and looting, and go to... serve as matchmakers for others?

It seems that the cuckoos are not too happy.

It's just a delaying tactic. Lewis said, How can we really agree to his request? We will do whatever he says? Then where is our dignity?

But haven't we already agreed? Knight Cuckoo was still a knight and couldn't let go.

You have to do what you promised? Lewis said, What are we? Despicable cuckoos!

How can I say that I am despicable... a cuckoo knight whispered.

If you don't do it, what will happen if that guy comes back with revenge? Another cuckoo knight was worried.

The only way to delay the attack is to figure out a way later, Lewis said. Otherwise, wouldn't it just be delaying and waiting to die?

Is there anything we can do?

We can only go to that adult. Lewis said, This matter was caused by his men, and it is up to him to deal with it.

Lewis’ face was grim.

It was because he had the support of a big shot that he dared to be so tough on Kalia. He knew that the princess of Callia had already violated a taboo and had no time to care about Callia. That's why he could negotiate with Kalia with confidence, even demanding some obviously excessive conditions.

But the appearance of the unknown businessman always made him feel a little bad.

When encountering this kind of thing, you must decisively throw the blame away. If you have something to do, leave it to the big shots and never take it upon yourself.

This is Du Juan's way of life.

The Cuckoo Knight said: Then, do you want your letter to be recovered?

What are you still chasing? The letter eagle has already flown far away. Lewis said, But don't worry, that letter is of no use. My boys will only follow their hearts.

Lewis smiled coldly: The scorpion carried across the river by the frog, even if it will kill itself, can't help but sting the frog to death. This is its nature. My soldiers will only eat up the caravan and wipe it clean.

On Perum Avenue, cuckoos and caravans seem to get along well.

Even though Lewis's letter had not yet been delivered, Dujuan traded with the caravan without any hesitation.

The aroma of shrimps, crabs and fish meat wafted through the camp, and the cuckoos ate large amounts of fish and meat while singing various folk songs of Lienia.

Dujuan's enthusiastic look almost made the merchants take off their protective shields - if Patch hadn't stopped him.

Being friendly is good, and being on guard against others is indispensable. Patch educates his employees.

The merchant employees listened to Patch's education in awe: You mean the cuckoo is performing? They deliberately pretend to be enthusiastic and trick us into taking down the protective shield?

Cuckoo may not do this, but I will do it anyway. Patch shrugged, I travel all over the world, and my survival depends on being cautious, careful, mean, and cautious.

Did something weird get mixed in?

Patch glanced at Dujuan:

Actually, they may not be pretending, but what's more terrifying than the conspiracy is, do you know what it is?

What? asked the businessmen.

That means they have no conspiracy. Patch said, Some people are like this. They can smile at you and call you brothers, but they will stab you at any time and plunge you into the abyss. What is morality? That thing doesn't exist. In their minds.”

The businessmen whispered: Are you using yourself as an example to teach by example? What a good person.

Patch continued: They will try to do something good for you, and then mess up your good deeds...

The more Patch talked, the more excited he became. He suddenly shut up, shook his head and walked out of the defensive barrier: Stop talking, it's annoying. I'll figure out the rest for myself.

You just go out, aren't you afraid that they will hurt you? the businessman asked.

There were veins on Patch's forehead, and he looked back grimly:

I am in a very bad mood right now. I wish someone would come to make trouble for me. I don't mind showing my true ability.

As if out of anger, Patch kicked a boulder to the side.

The boulder made a shaking sound and split in half.

See? Patch said, No one messes with me—

Awesome. Tragus the Great Horn walked towards Patch and praised him.

He had been with Patch, and at this time he was also seduced by the chicken, duck and fish in Patch's old shop and settled down, just in time to see Patch kick the boulder apart. Tragus said: You are quite strong. You feel like you can even wear my big goat armor.

Patch's unhappiness was caused by Tragus and Wuming. When Dajiao came up to talk to him, he was not angry and just rolled his eyes at him.

Tragus didn't mind, he already regarded Patch as a good brother who shared the same goals with him.

Dajiao looked a little serious: This is not a joke, I want to tell you something.

What? Patch said impatiently.

If I die, this armor will be entrusted to you, Tragus said.

The impatience on Patch's face disappeared, as if the withered goldenrod came to life again: Are you going to die?

No, I'm just telling you in advance. Tragus said.

Patch's shoulders slumped again: Tch, I thought you were going to die...why did you suddenly talk about this?

Tragus sighed:

When I got to the Yatan Plateau, I realized why Nimgefu in the Lake District is called a powerless border tributary. There are too many strong men in Yatan, and there are so many masters. I no longer have the confidence to rely on this armor to protect me. Maybe one day I’ll die on the road.”

Dajiao raised his head and said to Patch:

If you really die, I hope my armor can help you.

Through the heavy barriers of the thick golden goat helmet, you can still see those eyes that are faded but still clear.

Patch was stunned for a moment and glanced over his head:

Thank you very much. Don't worry. If you die, I will buy something on your body. Of course I won't let go of this armor.

That's good. Tragus laughed, If I die one day, it won't be a bad idea to think that I can still help others after my death.

Patch disagreed: Heavy armor is not omnipotent. If you can't save your friends, you still can't save them.

Patch seemed to remember something and sighed:

That's all, I shouldn't take you to challenge those powerful enemies. Don't think about doing things beyond your abilities. When it comes to monsters, there is no difference between a goat and a mouse.

There's nothing we can do about it, Tragus said. A warrior's fate is usually to die on the battlefield. When you see others dying, it's hard not to help.

Patch said: It's better to leave the monster to the monster. Let's specialize in the art and do something more meaningful.

What could be more meaningful? Tragus asked.

Like picking flowers. Patch smiled, hugged his bald head and left leisurely. He walked into the forest beside the road and found a goldenrod.

Picking flowers? Tragus didn't understand.

Patch pinched the goldenrod and looked at Tragus, his smile melting into a twisted and bitter expression.

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When Wuming returned to Berum Avenue, he passed by a quiet grove, with a slight breeze blowing, and saw Patch sitting on a wooden post, holding a goldenrod in his hand, and kept squeezing it. He was licking the fruits of goldenrod, spitting out the skin while cracking them, and muttering something in his mouth.

It's so elegant. Wuming said, What are you talking about?

Patch raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Wuming with his slightly triangular eyes: Doing divination.

Divination? Wuming leaned over curiously.

Have you never heard of flower divination? Patch said.

Just Pachi muttered something while cracking melon seeds and said:

She can like me, but she doesn't like me; she can like me, but she doesn't like me...

How can you use golden wheel to do divination with this kind of flower? Wuming said, You are not tired either.

I'm eating, how can I be tired? Patch said, Divination is called divination only if you can't tell it. How many petals a normal flower has has cannot be seen at a glance, so why is it called divination?

Wuming observed the golden grass in Patch's hand and found that he had almost eaten it completely.

How long have you been counting here?

I don't know, it's been dark a few times, Patch said.

How many days? Wuming was surprised, No matter how many grass seeds there are, it won't count for how many days, right?

Patch looked sad: If the results are not good, I will look for another one - none of them will bear good results.

How about Dujuan? Wuming asked, Have you received a letter from their boss, asking you to get along well with you?

Very friendly - all dead. Patch said, cracking melon seeds.

That's good - what? Wuming's eyes widened.

He quickly walked through the woods and ran a few steps toward the road.

He took out his binoculars and took a look at the cuckoo's camp.

Sure enough, there were no more cuckoos in the camp, almost all of them were businessmen and immortals. He no longer opened the protective barrier and set up his stall as naturally as in the Ailei Church.

What happened? Wuming muttered.

Haida is here, Patch said. She fixed it.

Haida? Shouldn't she be staying at Airei Church? Wuming frowned, What are you doing here?

She probably came to Dianhuo Village. Patch said, She said she had to come anyway. When she came, she seemed to have had a conflict with Dujuan. I don't know what she did. Dujuan was infected collectively. If you get Dianhuo disease, you will go crazy and blind, and you will be wiped out.

Patch described it very calmly, and Wuming was frightened when he heard it:

This unlucky kid came here to cause trouble for me, and I still expected Dujuan to give me a job.

Patch smiled: It's a beautiful thought-do you feel the feeling of your dreams being shattered now?

Wuming had a headache and rubbed his helmet: You didn't stop her either.

Patch moved his butt, revealing the tree stump he was sitting on, and fluttered the golden grass in his hand:

There are benches and melon seeds, why should I stop her? I'm watching a show.

Hiss... Wuming grinned, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and walked towards Dujuan's camp.

This unlucky child seems to have become itchy after not educating her for too long.

The person who made Five Fingers last year made the entrance to Michaela's DLC this year, and he also thought that the location would be in Torina's hideout. Apart from the fact that that place is not a must-pass for the main line, it is indeed quite suitable.