Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Yura was wrapped in bandages and looked depressed.

It hadn't been long since he woke up from the coma, but he still vividly remembered the defeat by Eleonora.

Only when you face the Pure Purple Blood Finger in person can you appreciate the courage.

What makes him ashamed is that he is still thinking about his old relationship. When he sees those clear eyes, he just can't let go.

Silent Eleonora, what are you thinking about...

Yura sat dejectedly on the hospital bed, lost in thought. After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

Yura stood up, asked Wuming's location, and wanted to find him.

When he saw Wuming coming towards him, he immediately stepped forward: Thank you——

Yura felt like his body was in a cloud, and he flew back to the hospital bed upside down, his head dizzy from the impact.

Don't bother me, I'm not free now, I'm busy. Wuming said, and his figure had already gone away.

For a big order involving 20 million runes, Wuming didn't dare to delay for a moment.

The most beautiful flowering period of blood roses is short-lived, and he must find a home for the flowers during this period.

But the golden people of the Yatan Plateau were not interested in his flowers at all, and Wuming had to figure out what was going on.

Wuming returned to the perfumer, found the wounded Rodel, and tore him directly in front of him, with sparks in his eyes:

Why don't you buy flowers?

Why buy flowers? Soldier Rodel wondered.

The sparks in Wuming's eyes suddenly went out, and he stammered:

It smells so good...it's so beautiful...don't you think having flowers at home would...make your life happier and more beautiful?

Why do flowers make life better? Soldier Rodel asked the nameless soul again.

I don't know. Wuming suddenly wilted, That's what everyone else said anyway.

Someone else? It can't be a country boy from outside Yatan, right? Soldier Rodel said.

How can you say that? Wuming glared at him, You are discriminating!

Just say it, right?

yes……

Sure enough. Soldier Rodel said, After all, if you were in Yatan, you would definitely not hear 'other people say this'.

Wuming was a little anxious, pacing back and forth, not knowing how to continue asking Soldier Rodel.

He suddenly saw the perfumer who was still taking care of the wounded.

That's not right. Wuming sat back in front of Soldier Rodel, Don't you have a perfumer in your royal city?

What happened? Soldier Rodel asked.

Perfumers use flowers to make perfume. Wuming said, Why do you think flowers are useless?

Flowers can indeed be used as perfume and medicinal materials. Soldier Rodel nodded in agreement with Wuming's words, then patted the brass shield in his hand, Am I a perfumer?

You can be. Wuming looked serious, and he had done everything possible to promote Bleeding Rose.

Forget it, businessman. Soldier Rodel said, I'm not interested in flowers.

Rodel's soldiers issued an order to expel guests. Although Wuming is the owner here, it is obvious that in Yatan, the sense of ownership and territoriality of the golden people is stronger.

Wuming asked several more Rodel soldiers. In addition to the wounded, he also asked about the new soldiers stationed here.

The results were all the same. No one was interested in Blood Rose, and they couldn't even explain why they weren't interested.

There's no reason whether you like it or not. Knight Rodel shrugged, We're just not interested. We don't want to study everything so clearly.

How could it not be studied clearly? This is a big order worth 20 million runes! Wuming roared inwardly.

Inquiring to no avail, how could Wuming give up and set up a telescope, huddled behind the golden citizen who assassinated Se Lian, observing day and night.

The daily life, food, clothing, housing and transportation of the golden people are all within Wuming's sight.

Observe, observe without stopping.

Wumingshi wants to find out why the golden people don't buy flowers.

There's no need to do this, right? Patch looked at the stunned Wuming, You look like a pervert.

You don't understand. Wuming stuck to the telescope and said in a serious tone, As early as when we went to Yatan, I felt that something was wrong here. Melina's words have been confirmed. We can't move forward in Yatan now.

Is there any? Patch said, Didn't Rodel ask the golem to let go of the caravan?

The difficulty of moving does not refer to the attack of the golem. Wuming said, but to the customs and customs here in Yatan. They seem to hate merchants extremely and have no interest in our products at all.

Is it too expensive for you to sell it? No one except the people from the Blood Dynasty is willing to spend a lot of money to buy this thing, right? Patch guessed.

I tried selling it for a hundred runes, Wuming said, No one wanted it. At this price, he won't lose money even if he buys and resells it.

Pachi saw that Wu Ming could not move, so he gave up. He knows the nameless stubbornness very well.

That's right. That guy is a dangerous person anyway. Keep an eye on him. If he does anything unfriendly again, just kick him out. Patch said, I don't understand why you took him in?

He looks homeless. Wuming said, You know me, I will always take in homeless people.

Wuming continued to monitor the golden people, covered with stars and wearing the moon. Such unusual behavior naturally attracted the attention of many people.

What are you doing? A hand suddenly touched Wuming's shoulder.

Wuming turned the telescope and looked behind him, and saw the edge of a strand of blond hair.

Ami? Wuming took the telescope, What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Haida. Ami said, I don't understand some of the witch's skills, so I thought I'd ask her.

Why don't you find Melina?

Melina has a bad temper. She probably thinks many of the questions are too simple, and she always feels angry when answering them, Ami said.

Wuming thought about Melina's normal attitude: She might just be like this, with facial paralysis.

Anyway, I won't bother her anymore. It's more appropriate to ask Haida. Haida is very well-behaved. Ami said.

Very well-behaved? Wuming suspects that Ami has some problem with Haida's understanding. Is Haida related to Guai? Isn't that a wilted bandit?

I don't seem to have seen Haida very often. Wuming said, She should be at the corner of the caravan, right?

What are you doing? Ami pointed at the telescope in Wuming's hand.

Wuming then explained to Ami.

Is that so... Ami thought for a moment, Do you want my help?

Why are you so kind? Wuming smiled.

Studying is so boring. Ami rolled her eyes, I'd better find something else to do, otherwise I'll probably be bored to death.

Then come. Wuming handed the binoculars to Ami.

No need, my eyesight is very good. Ami pointed at her own eyes and then at Wuming, Even an eagle can't compare to me.

Okay, then come here and I'll go investigate elsewhere.

Wu Ming and A Mei worked in shifts and observed for several days.

Ami never discovered any special behavior of the Golden People.

I just look up at the golden tree all day long, Ami said. I don't like to talk. I don't know what I'm thinking.

Wu Ming came to a similar conclusion, but his enthusiasm never waned. He really discovered the unfriendly behavior of the golden people.

One day, at night, the golden light of the golden tree was still dazzling. The golden citizen held a knife and tiptoed in some direction.

Wuming moved the telescope forward and saw Haida.

Haida was also holding a knife, looking forward with her hands and feet lightly.

Moving forward, I saw Yura, carrying a long tusk like a clothes pole, walking forward quietly.

What's going on... Wuming had no choice but to move on.

Saw a one-eyed dragon.

The one-eyed dragon that lived up to its name was the flying dragon that came with Eleonora before. Ami circled a piece of land and left it not far away.

While I was watching attentively, Ami came to change her shift.

The direction we are looking at is different today. A Mei said, He finally stopped sitting in that place and looked at the golden tree today?

Ami looked in the direction where the nameless telescope was looking, and frowned:

What are they doing over there?

I don't know. Wuming said.

A Mei frowned for a moment and suddenly exclaimed:

That bastard tried to kill my dragon!

As Mei said, she ran over quickly, cursing as she ran, her voice loud and far-reaching.

Everyone from the golden people to the flying dragon heard it and looked back.

Feilong saw Yura, Yura saw Haida, and Haida saw the golden people, and they were all in a daze.

But Ami was not in a daze. She ran up to Yura and knocked him to the ground with a fist. Yura, who had not recovered from being slapped by Wuming, immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

What are you going to do to my dragon! Ami glared at Yura.

Wuming also followed, carrying the Golden People and Haida with him.

What are you doing? Wuming stared at the two of them. Although his tone was not as violent as Ami's, his blazing eyes looked particularly serious at night.

Yura wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said:

I want to perform the Dragon Feast Ceremony.

Ami seemed to have expected it, and looked at Yura with an increasingly angry look:

You want to eat my dragon, right? I'll dig out your heart first.

As Mei said, she was about to take action, but Wuming stopped her.

Wuming looked at Haida and the Golden People:

What about you? Talk.

Haida lowered her head and pointed at Yura:

I wanted to stab him to death.

The golden people raised their heads and pointed at Haida:

I'm going to stab her to death.

Haida looked at the golden people in surprise:

Did I provoke you?

Yura looked at Haida:

Did I provoke you?

Ami punched Yura on the head and roared:

Did my little baby offend you?

Tell me about it. Wuming stuffed a Roja fruit into his mouth, What are the reasons?

Yura lowered his head:

There is no other way. I want to become stronger. I want to match Eleonora. Performing the dragon feast ritual - devouring the heart of the dragon and gaining the power of the dragon. This is our method. I haven't hunted a dragon for a long time. This is also helpless. Act of.

Yura looked at Wuming: I wanted to ask for your opinion first, but you seem to be very busy.

If you want to ask for my opinion, you should also ask for my opinion. A Mei was dissatisfied, Where is my opinion?

Wuming looked at Haida: What about you?

Haida said: There is a dangerous person sleeping in him. I want to help you.

Dangerous person? Wuming tilted his head.

Haida bit her lip and glanced at Yura with some fear:

My king, please believe me, I have been struggling for a long time. Ever since this man came here, I have been silent and thinking. Now I finally made up my mind and waited until he was weak, but you stopped me I……

Wuming thought for a while, and since Yura came to the caravan, Haida has indeed not shown up much, often huddled in the corner of the caravan.

So it turns out that Ami said that Haida is very well-behaved... Wuming murmured, What is the danger?

Haida muttered a name vaguely, as if she didn't want to mention that name. As if calling the name of a fierce ghost, as long as his name is spoken, it will be awakened.

What? Wuming didn't hear clearly.

Under Wuming's questioning, Haida finally made up her mind, let out a long sigh like a broken jar, and said:

He was already overshadowed by Chapolili's shadow.

Chapolili...who is it? Wuming asked.

He is the most hated man in history. The nameless person answered, but it was the Golden People, It is said to be the cause of epilepsy.

Haida covered her eyes with a blindfold:

He is the closest thing to a man with three fingers. If we are a witch in a church, then his status is almost equal to that of an archbishop.

The golden people raised their knives and pointed them at Haida:

The power of epileptic fire is a stain, a disease, and should be killed. This woman is also an epileptic fire witch.

As if he remembered something, he pointed the knife at Wuming:

Yes, that's right, Dianhuo was summoned by merchants. No wonder the Dianhuo witch is in the caravan. Are you all believers in Dianhuo?

Wuming was speechless: Are you crazy? Are you desecrating everyone?

Wuming ignored the knife in the Golden Citizen's hand, walked up to him, and punched the Golden Citizen on the head:

I'm kind enough to take you in, feed you and clothe you. Do you have any conscience?

Food and clothing? The golden people stiffened their necks, Did I feed and clothe you?

Wuming choked and glanced at the Golden People.

He is still wearing the classic golden people's attire, coarse cloth clothes with delicate embroidery, and a tree-grained wooden board with holes hanging around his neck.

Wuming also tried to sell his silk clothes to the Golden People, but he received no response at all.

The same goes for eating. The fragrant barbecue he grilled was completely unacceptable to this man.

Thinking of this, Wuming became angry and punched him again:

You still have the nerve to say that? You are occupying the latrine and not taking a shit!

Do I have it? The golden people still stiffened their necks and looked at Wuming coldly.

Wuming opened his mouth but said nothing.

He has been observing the Golden People for such a long time, and it is clear what kind of shit the Golden People pull out when they raise their buttocks - literally, of course, this Golden People does not occupy the latrine and does not poop.

Why don't you go to Stonewell if you like to carry people so much? Wuming glared at the golden people, They are building bridges over there and they need talents like you.

Suddenly, Wuming had a flash of inspiration, as if he remembered something, and suddenly ran away.

Why are you going? Amei shouted from behind Wuming, We are here to interrogate the prisoners.

I'll leave it to you first. A nameless voice came from afar, You can also call Patch. I'll go somewhere first.

Where to go? Ami was surprised.

The pit.