Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The fallen perfumer jumped onto the carriage like a crow, holding a short knife, about to pierce Wuming's armor.

Wuming raised his shield to block it: You are a perfumer playing close combat, are you tired of living like this?

Hand over Larcade's memories. The fallen perfumer said with an unquestionable leadership tone.

Ah? Why? Wuming couldn't understand where this person came from with such a big face. Wuming said sternly, This is what we got by killing people and stealing goods. We got it with great difficulty. It's legal income! Come up and let me come up. Come on, who are you?

Seeing that Wuming was uncooperative, the fallen perfumer didn't stop talking nonsense. He drank a bottle of potion and started breathing fire as soon as his mouth bulged.

Wuming didn't waste any time. He grabbed the perfumer's hood with one hand and pushed it to his mouth, pressing the perfumer's mouth hard against the helmet's protective surface.

Flames spurted out, and Wuming sucked in as much as he could. When the perfumer finally ran out of breath and breathed fire again, he tore it up casually and threw him to Patch: Tie him up and tie him up.

Patch shot a bunch of white silk on the perfumer's body, and the eight legs worked together to wrap the perfumer into a cocoon, binding it up to his nose, leaving a hole for breathing.

Why did you mess with him? Patch said.

Wuming wiped his lips and looked at the group of poachers who were still blocking the road:

What else do you want me to do?

When the poacher saw that his boss had been killed, he immediately became scared:

Nothing, we got the wrong person.

Saying that, he was about to leave.

Wait a minute. Wu Ming stopped the few people and said, First move away those who are blocking the way.

The poachers grimaced and began to work hard to clear the roadblock. I deeply understand that destruction is much simpler than construction.

After finally cleaning up, the poachers put their hands on each other:

Can we go?

No, you have committed a crime, do you know that? Wuming said.

Are you kidding us? The poachers' eyes flashed fiercely. After all, Wuming said this, and when he heard it, he didn't want to let them go. No matter what, they would die, so it was better to fight Wuming and die with some dignity.

If you commit a crime, you must atone for it. Wuming stretched out his hand towards them, Destroy trees, block roads and rob, and pay money to atone for your sins.

Atonement? The poachers looked at each other.

You don't want redemption? Wuming asked, Does that mean you want to die?

The poachers still chose to atone for their sins and hunted live pots all year round. They were actually quite wealthy and could not afford to risk their lives for this.

After paying the money, the poachers walked away in despair, and the onlookers from a distance were too frightened to do anything rashly.

The owner of this caravan not only killed a perfumer instantly, but also forced him to kiss him, which was terrifying.

Everyone was not afraid of death, but they didn't want to be so severely insulted, so they all fell silent and watched Wuming leave.

Seeing that no one was staring around, Wuming relaxed and asked the tied up perfumer:

Everyone covets the Big Rune. Why do you ask for Rakad's soul? Are you like a certain guy who wants to get his soul if you can't get his body?

The perfumer looked at Wuming coldly and said nothing.

Tough guy, his mouth is like a lock and he doesn't speak. Wuming said to Patch, Patch, make some little spiders and stuff them into his clothes.

I'm a male. Patch rolled his eyes, stretched a spider leg to the perfumer's mouth, and cut the spider silk there, Have you ever thought that maybe he can't speak?

Impossible. From his eyes, I can feel that he is a tough guy who won't speak. Wuming said, This is a tacit understanding between soldiers.

I'm not a warrior. The fallen perfumer spoke.

What's your name? Wuming asked.

The fallen perfumer was silent for a moment: Kalman.

What are you doing to steal Larcade's soul? Wuming asked.

Kalman said in a low voice: Of course I have to use it.

I didn't expect that perfumers can even use souls as medicine. It's amazing. Wuming said, Why do spices use such high-end raw materials?

It's memory. Kalman glared at Wuming, You ruined everything, and you actually killed Racade.

You want Larcade's memory. Wuming suddenly realized, If you want Larcade's memory, just say it. How will I know you want it if you don't tell me? Although you look at me sincerely , but you still have to tell me what you want. Do you really want it? Then take it! You don’t really want it, do you? Do you really want it...

Kalman was bound in the spider web and could not move. He could only listen to Wuming's words all the time, and his eyes were split.

Seeing Kalman's expression of pain, Wuming smiled and inserted a pyroxene knife into Kalman's mouth.

Kill me. Kalman said vaguely.

Why kill you? Don't you want your soul? Wuming pulled out the knife and pointed at the pyroxene knife with his eyes, Lakad is inside.

Really give it to me? Kalman was stunned.

I'm lending it to you. Wuming said, You want memory, I want power, but I have conditions.

What conditions? Kalman asked.

What are you looking for in Larcade's memory? Wuming asked.

Look for the diary, maybe you are looking for a way to get to heaven. Patch interrupted.

Snake is an eternal existence, and it will be resurrected even if it dies. Legend has it that Racade has died once, but was resurrected again. Kalman said, Lacade is also a genius magician and has studied Gemma. His ancient spell, it is said that he has a secret medicine. I think it is the legendary secret medicine of resurrection.

You are looking for the secret potion of resurrection. Wuming understood clearly, That means, is there anyone who wants to be resurrected?

Kalman stopped talking, with a sad and bleak look on his face.

Wuming didn't ask any more questions, and used the pyroxene knife to untie Kalman's cobweb restraints:

I can give you the soul. We have to go to the Divine Grant Tower first. We can divide the big runes first and then divide the soul. You can take advantage of this time to get the knowledge you want. My condition is that your resurrection secret medicine I want the secret recipe too.”

Kalman thought for a moment and said, Fair enough.

Of course, I run a store, so I can still trick you. Wuming said, You are grounded in my caravan first. I'm afraid you will take the money and run away.

Kalman stayed with Wuming for the time being, and concentrated on searching for Rakad's memory according to the method given by Wuming.

After taking care of Kalman's matter, the caravan continued to open its way.

The West Asian Altar Divine Grant Tower is located in the southwest of the outer wall of the royal city.

The location of the Divine Grant Tower is actually not a secret. The sky-reaching building can be seen almost anywhere. It is an extremely eye-catching beacon.

The Divine Grant Tower here is hidden by a tunnel full of phantoms, but it couldn't handle the large number of people, so a passage was drilled through.

At this time, quite a few people had gathered near the tunnel, scattered in twos and threes, waiting for the arrival of the caravan with curiosity and expectation.

Among them was Alperich, who was already in disguise.

Alperich put on a set of smart dark gray cloth clothes, and looked like a sickly, ordinary and curious nobleman, mixed between adventurers, warriors and faded people.

Why haven't we arrived yet? Have we been cheated? An impatient soldier asked the people around him.

They must be liars, but they may not come over. Alperich said, I'm afraid they have other motives.

What purpose? The soldier saw Alperich's appearance and judged that he was a knowledgeable noble.

Who knows. Alpelich spread his hands.

It turns out he's a guy who only knows how to talk. The soldier sneered.

Alperich's face drooped, but he did not break out.

Now he still had to hide his identity and wait for an opportunity to approach the caravan, and he also needed to rely on these teammates who were particularly unwary.

Alperich glanced at the soldier and said without saltiness:

The owner of the caravan is a very thoughtful guy. He might want to take this opportunity to kill you all and gain your power.

Is it like this? The soldier was frightened.

The caravan has great ambitions. It wants to become the second Round Table Hall. Alperich said, Since it wants to accumulate strength, it must imitate the volcano and plunder. They are people who can kill the rebels, It would only be stronger than a volcano to plunder.”

So scary? The soldier was frightened.

Listen to his nonsense. The soldier's companion smiled, I have been to that caravan, and I think there is nothing wrong with what they said. They do have services similar to those of the Round Table, even better.

Others immediately looked over, wanting to hear the judgment of those who had witnessed it.

The soldier's companion said: Many faded people are gone without witches, right? They can't see the blessings. Such people will not be accepted in the Round Table Hall, but the caravan will not refuse anyone who comes, and will even provide witches to help transform Lu kindness.

So good? The soldier's eyes widened. Isn't that ten thousand times better than the Round Table Hall? I've been there once before, and I was scolded after not staying twice.

The soldier hugged his chest:

And there is a square in that shabby place, but no one is allowed to go in. That place can be used to store goods...

Alperich's eyes were terrifying:

Those who are not worthy of entering the Hall of the Round Table can only stand at the bottom and organize noble people.

What do you mean? The soldier raised the ax in his hand and was about to hit Alperich on the head.

Am I wrong? Alperich looked disdainfully at the ax gesticulating above his head, If you bully the weak and fear the strong, you can only wait here for a businessman to give out runes. They are also descendants of warriors, and they are also faded ones. Some People just bring shame to their ancestors.

Not only did the soldier become angry, but the eyes of several people around him also became quite unkind.

Ah, I'm sorry. Alperich raised his hands in surrender and said in a sincere tone, I forgot that weak people have to rely on the approval of others to survive. I'm really sorry for making you see the reality clearly.

I can't stand it anymore, I'm going to kill him! the soldier roared, raising his ax high and preparing to chop the head of the pretty boy in front of him. Others also drew their weapons and blocked Alpelich's path.

This is a temporary team with no friendship at all. Everyone is a murderer who licks blood at the edge of a knife. Anyone who dares to speak like this will be hacked to death first.

Alperich flicked his wrist, and a short knife-like weapon slipped out from his wrist cuff, twisting and swinging.

A soft moan sounded around the besieged people, a sound like the air being cut through at high speed, like glass breaking.

The besiegers were all still for a moment, and a circle of blood, centered on Alperlich, gradually bloomed on the surrounding warriors.

With a crash, everyone was cut in half, and the pieces of flesh slid diagonally from their bodies and fell to the ground. A few people disappeared in an instant.

Not a trace of blood splashed on Alpelich's body. The blood solidified in an abnormal way and turned into pyroxene.

That was not the damage caused by Alpelich's dagger. The dagger in Alpelich's hand pierced directly into the palm of his hand. The blood was thrown out from the wound and turned into a sharp blade, like the scythe of death, harvesting everyone's life.

You shouldn't talk nonsense to them. Alperlich touched his chin, I'm used to it.

The Round Table Hall does not allow fighting. For a long time, Alperich has relied on this method to solve problems. As long as you rely on provocation to make the other party angry and take the lead, you can defend yourself.

Alperich crushed a piece of blood-colored pyroxene and left the scene of the crime.

We need to find a new team again... Alperich muttered.

As they were looking for a new team of adventurers, the surrounding noise became louder, and a hidden noise gradually filled the air.

The nameless caravan is coming.

Alperich immediately put away his weapon, put his injured hand behind his back, and pretended to be a pure and thin nobleman.

But after thinking about it, he exposed his injured hand again, moved pitifully close to the caravan, and groaned in a measured tone:

Can anyone heal me? I'm injured, weak, pitiful and helpless.

Wuming sat on the golden carriage at the front and was the first to spot Alperich:

Are you injured? You need to be treated quickly.

Wuming invited Alpelich to sit on the golden carriage and waved behind:

Who is that? Perfumer, come here and treat him.

Alperich was delighted.

I thought it would be difficult to sneak in, but I didn't expect that I could enter the caravan by pretending to be a patient. You really have no sense of crisis. The grass platform is just the grass platform. Why do you want to be the new round table like this...

Alperich had a lot of things going on in his mind, and Wuming just called people. However, the team of perfumers were in the middle of the motorcade and were protected by layers of layers. Wuming's shouts could not reach there for a while.

But he did call in a perfumer.

It was Kalman who was closest to him.

Kalman had been staying by Wuming's side, reading through Rakad's memories. Now he heard Wuming shouting incessantly. He was disturbed from his reading, and got tired of it. He stepped forward and said:

Let me do it.

Aren't you a fallen perfumer? Wuming was a little disbelieving, Can you do it?

Before I fell, I was also a perfumer. Kalman's voice was a little unhappy, and he seemed to be quite self-identified with the perfumer's identity as a healer.

Where are you bringing the medicine? Wuming looked at Kalman's pocket.

Wuming knew that perfumers relied on spices to fight, and fallen perfumers often did not carry healing spices because they needed to fight.

Stabilize his wound first without treatment, Kalman said. For this kind of injury, the bleeding needs to be stopped first.

Kalman took out a medicine bottle:

The iron pot fragrant medicine can make the muscles in the whole body stiff, which can stop the bleeding.

As he spoke, Kalman bit the cork of the bottle, pinched Alperich's handsome cheek, and prepared to drink it.

Wait, wait, wait. Alperich quickly waved his hand to block the bottle of medicine, All perfumes are for external application, right? How can you pour them into your mouth? Isn't that what a corrupt perfumer does? It will destroy the medicine. of the human soul.”

Kalman and Wuming looked at each other and looked at the apron on Kalman's chest in tacit understanding - the pattern of two snakes strangling a sapling.

He's the fallen perfumer. Alperich also noticed the apron, with a strange expression on his face, Are you here to treat me?

Why do you all look down on my medical skills? Kalman was a little angry after being repeatedly denied. I am a doctor. Do you understand or do I understand? Hold him down.

Wuming also felt that what Kalman said made sense, and comforted Alperich: I also think we should listen to the doctor.

He's a shitty doctor! Alperlich struggled.

Be good and obey me, or the wound will get infected. Wuming held down Alpelich tightly, and Patch also cooperated by wrapping him with spider webs, leaving only one hand and one mouth.

Wuming grabbed Alperich's mouth and forced it open.

Then a medicine bottle was stuffed into his mouth.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh! Alperich tried his best to press his tongue against the medicine bottle, but the potion froze his tongue and flowed out of his mouth from the gap. He could feel where the potion passed, and his muscles were not listening. Make a call and become stiff.

Alperich stood motionless with the potion remaining in the corner of his mouth.