Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Huh? Huh?

The noble had just been slapped on the head by Wuming, and his head was still buzzing. He didn't hear what Wuming said clearly, and he probably couldn't believe what he heard.

Master, I was offended just now. Wuming Heshan patted the noble's shoulder like a brother, leaving dirt and stains on the noble's dark blue robe with gold trim and the black burqa on his shoulders.

Wuming explained to the nobles and told his business plan: That's it, I'm a businessman, and I'm going to come to Yatan to do some business. All these connections have been opened up, but there's something wrong with the product. Our product, Rodel The gentlemen don’t like it. But today I saw your work, master, and it inspired me. Why don’t we cooperate and sell sculptures in the future? I guarantee that we will make a lot of money and have constant runes...

The nobleman finally figured things out in his nameless chatter.

He quickly regained the confidence of the superior in the compliments of Wuming. He raised his head and looked at Wuming:

You beat me like this, do you think I will help you? And you will like my skills and aesthetics? Didn't you just think that my vision is not good?

Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. Wuming smiled, trying to create a relaxed atmosphere and let the nobles laugh it off.

He explained:

There are some misunderstandings between us. But there is an old saying that goes well. No matter how people compliment you in front of you, it is the way people comment on you behind your back that is true. Saying nice things in front of you may mean that they admire you. Because of my identity, I may be begging you, or I may be afraid of you, but when I say it behind your back, it is with our true feelings.

Who said this old saying? Why haven't I heard of it? The nobleman didn't appreciate it.

That is an old sage who knows a lot of knowledge. Many of the world-awakening words and wisdom passed down from the world come from him, and are passed down and learned from by future generations. Wu Ming is a real thing.

Who?

His name is Anonymous. Wuming nodded confidently.

Before the noble could react, he slapped the noble on the back vigorously:

Look, do you feel my sincerity?

The nobleman was almost vomiting blood after being slapped by Wuming, but he also clearly felt that the previous slap from Wuming definitely had murderous intent.

Anyway, if you don't agree, you might be killed. There are too many lawless sinners these days who don't respect the nobility.

I have no objection, I can try to help you. The noble said.

Great, I know you are well-educated and sensible. You look like a scholar from a wealthy family and a reasonable person. Wuming beamed.

I am a member of the Marley family, and I have been an executioner for generations. the noble said.

Killing people does not affect your status as a cultured person, and this sculpture is the best proof. Wuming said, Who said that butchers and executioners cannot be cultured? It would be better to say that it is only a good swordsman who can practice this kind of sword skills.

I can help you, but I have conditions. The nobleman of the Marley family said, I want you to help me go into the city and kill someone.

Where are you going? How many are you going to kill? Wuming didn't waste any words and went straight to the point. He talked about killing people as if he was kicking away a pebble in front of his great trade route.

Just one person, in the city lord's palace. said the nobleman of the Marley family.

Wuming was a little embarrassed:

You want to kill the city lord? This is not appropriate. After all, the city lord is appointed by the royal city and has his name there. It is not appropriate to kill an official of the imperial court. I am also planning to do business with the royal city.

Wuming confessed honestly to the noble master: To tell you the truth, I came here to find the city lord and ask him to help execute someone. In order to abide by the rules, I made this trip specially. It would be wrong if I killed the city lord. .”

You are also a member of the Mare family, and you are also related to the city lord. If you have any problems, you can't sit down and talk about it. Why did you kill your relatives--

Wuming was about to argue the pros and cons with him, to persuade the nobles to put down their hatred and call for love and peace in their hearts. The nobles stretched out their hands to block his mouth:

Stop, stop, that's not the city lord, or even a member of the Marley family. That's just a sinner who occupied the magpie's nest.

Is that a cuckoo knight? Wuming said.

What does it have to do with Dujuan?

It's not the dove occupying the magpie's nest you mentioned...

A metaphor, this is a metaphor! the noble said, In short, I am the lord of Sunyin City.

Wuming was in awe: So you are the city lord. You are blind to Mount Tai. No wonder you have such a profound artistic accomplishment. You are so young and promising - why did the city lord come out of the city? Are you here for an outing?

Having an outing in this garbage dump? Mare City Lord looked around at the rocks and asked Wuming.

Then you're here to take out the trash?

Which city lord takes out the trash by himself?

I haven't seen the private lives of several city lords, so forgive me. Wuming said, Then why are you here?

I was kicked out! The city lord was forced to repeat his shameful past again, The person who occupies Sunyin City now is just a death row criminal. That beast, he is not a human being!

The city lord was very excited, and Wuming comforted him for a while, and then he roughly understood what was going on.

The city lord's name is Maremmare, the lord of Sunyin City and the ancestral executioner. But during the execution, a special prisoner was ushered in. The prisoner used strange means to prevent the execution sword from falling. He even took away the ancestral sword of the Marley family and took away the position of the city lord. He, The head of the real Marley family could only hide out of the city and run to this neglected garbage dump to survive with the protection of the golem.

As expected of a sinner, the crime is so heinous. Wuming and Maremmare were both indignant and filled with righteous indignation.

Sinner? That guy is not a human being! Malemare was furious. Not only did he take away my family heirloom sword, but then he came here and snatched away my only weapon! Steal it again. If it still doesn’t work, I have to grab it again!”

Malemare showed his empty hands and waist:

The city and the sword are gone. Will he come to rob me again in the future? I don't dare to think about what he will rob. How about taking off the only clothes I have? Maybe he will also rob me. My scalp was cut...

That's outrageous! Wuming echoed, Why don't you stay away? This place is next to Sunyin City. It's too easy for him to come back and visit again. Why don't you stay away? To be honest, I often help some Qiao family members. My camp is right in front of this road, not far away, why not come to my place as a guest...

Of course I have reasons why I can't leave, Malemare said. I can't leave my city. I can't sleep if I leave here. Even outside the city, I can't sleep.

I understand the hatred of losing my country and my homeland. Wuming sighed and comforted the nobles, It shows that you love your territory deeply.

You will help me take back my city, right? Malemare squeezed Wuming's hand as if grasping a life-saving straw.

My lord, I have been wronged. Wuming said, Don't worry, my lord, I will help you get back the sword and the position of city lord you want!

Wuming patted his chest as a guarantee: What's the thief's name?

Ellonmael. Malemare said, I will never forget this name in my life, Ironthorn Elonmael.

Huh? Wuming's heroic ambition hesitated, You said, this Elonmel... took away your sword?

Yes, he comes from Ohe, and he has practiced strange powers and can control objects with his energy. Malemare said.

He later stole your weapon for the second time? Wuming asked, What kind of weapon was it?

It's a stabbing sword, made of the thorn of a big ant, with a bright red blade. Malemare said, It's a very rare collection.

The nameless gauntlet clings to the dirt on the ground:

My lord, are you sure that the sinner is in your city?

It must be there. There are many treasures in my city lord's palace. He must have robbed my treasure and stayed there. Malemare said firmly, otherwise, what would he do if he robbed me of my bayonet?

What does it have to do with snatching your bayonet? Wuming was even more confused.

Malemare hesitated:

You can understand that my stabbing sword is also part of the treasure. He must be coveting my treasure.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Wuming nodded, Okay, let's take a long-term view. That guy is so powerful, maybe I can't keep him, and you may not be able to get your weapons back, but I should be able to help you get the city back.

The city is enough, the main thing is the treasures in the city. Malemare said, If I can't see those treasures, I may not be able to sleep in the future.

After discussing with Malemare, Wuming was not in a hurry to go to the city immediately. On the one hand, he still had to wait for Milicentina and others. On the other hand, he also knew that the death row prisoner who had committed the most heinous crimes was probably not in the city. There is nothing difficult about this mission.

Wuming chatted with Malemare one after another, thinking more about how to appease Malemare's emotions and make him let go of his hatred for Elon Mayer.

After all, Aaron Meyer is still helping him build the bridge in Stonewell. He is also a precious talent and cannot be given up easily.

Moreover, Aaron Mayer also represents his atonement business. If Aaron Mayer cannot be completely relieved of his sinner status, then his own atonement business will be a joke and will not be widely recognized in the border areas, and naturally he will not be able to make money.

Wuming looked at the demon statue lying aside:

I'm sorry, I broke your golem. Can't it be repaired?

The golem is driven by meteorites. Without the meteorites, there is no way to move. Malemare looked at the golem and didn't care. He was now focused on the treasures in the city.

Can you move with a meteorite? Wuming looked at the golem's injuries and felt that the penetrating wound on the chest might affect the installation of the meteorite.

As long as you have meteorites, I can repair them. Malemare said, Do you know the golem technician?

I don't know. Wuming shook his head.

They are the people who make and maintain these golems. They have the technology to make golems. Malemare said.

You know this craft? Wuming was surprised.

No. Maremmare threw back a basin of cold water, But because I often sculpt, I have also been exposed to some legacy technologies, so repairing it is not a problem.

That's awesome. Wuming had already begun to think about where there were broken golems along the way. He bought them at a low price and asked Maremmare to repair them. At least he could get a lot of labor.

The more Wuming looked at her, the more he felt that Maremma's beautiful features and delicate features made her a man of great talent.

Looking at you, you seem to be quite young. Wuming looked at Malemare's white hair, According to the standards of the Golden People.

I am indeed of the younger generation. Malemare replied.

Are you the first city lord of Riyin City? Wuming asked.

Of course not. Maremmale said, The Maremale family has been executioners for generations, how could I be the first?

Malemare touched the noble-looking mask:

But this mask is made to imitate the appearance of the first head of the family.

Malemare lifted up her long white hair, and Wuming realized that the white hair was also part of the mask, and the head inside seemed to be tightly wrapped with a bandage.

Mare showed Wuming the dignity of the mask and suddenly coughed violently.

Are you okay? Wuming was very concerned about the health of his future partner. You are living in the Poison Pond, are you infected? I advise you to leave.

It has nothing to do with the swamp here. Maremmare said. The men of the Maremale family are born with diseases and live with them throughout their lives. We are executioners, living in the shadow of a rarely blessed sun. City, that is also because our constitutions are similar to defilement.”

Ah, I understand, son of bad omen. Wuming said.

...It's not that tainted. Mare coughed twice more, We have been carrying out executions for generations, and after coming into contact with sinners from all over the world, we came into contact with all kinds of anecdotes. We learned about various methods and found ways to fight against the disease... Or coexist and eventually be defeated by the disease. In my generation, I will probably be the only one left.

Is this how you inherited the position of city lord? Wuming said, There is only one person left in the entire family, Zhuang Liang.

I am the only one of my generation. Malemare said, I also have an uncle who works as a watcher in the north.

I thought Yatan was far enough north. Wuming said.

You're from the border, right? Malemare said, Only people there think Yatan is the north.

Where do people from Yatan think they are from? Wuming was curious.

Of course it is the Central Plains. Malemare said, The golden tree is the center of the world, the pinnacle of the border between the inside and outside.

What about the North?

North of the Forbidden Territory, on the top of the Giant's Mountain. Malemare looked towards the far north and lowered his voice, as if some dark evil spirit would emerge from his words, He is monitoring the flaming cauldron there.

So that's the north... Wuming said, Are you sure your uncle is still there watching?

It should be there. Malemare was not sure. The watchers of the flame have sworn not to marry or have children. They guard day and night and never leave their posts without permission.

Wuming seemed unwilling to continue this topic and deliberately changed the topic:

Then you hide here first and wait for my staff over there to come over. We will go to the city to give you a look. If you are lucky, the next time we come to pick you up, we will take you back to the city.

Wuming extended his hand to Malemare: It's a pleasure to cooperate.

A burst of rapid footsteps came from far away.

Wuming could tell that it was the pace and sound of a four-legged animal.

Looking back, it turned out to be Letina riding her big wolf.

Hey, Letina. Wuming greeted Letina from afar.

Letina didn't respond. She rode a wolf and ran to Wuming without slowing down at all.

The big wolf stopped suddenly in front of Wuming, with bloody marks on the pads of his feet.

Even though Letina was just sitting on it, she still lowered her head and panted loudly, as if she couldn't breathe smoothly. Her already bloodless face became paler and faded. The expression on her face was full of panic and fear, sadness and confusion, and complex emotions. mixed.

Why are you alone? Wuming asked, Where is Millicent?

When Letina heard these words, her body suddenly trembled, and she raised her sweaty face with a look of despair:

Millicent is... dead.