Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Wuming greeted Neferi from behind the shield:

Hello, we meet again.

You actually help such an evil person! Neferi slashed at Wuming angrily.

What are you talking about? Are we familiar with each other? Wuming waved his shield and swung Neferi's ax away.

Facing Neferi with the middle door wide open, Wuming wrapped his arms around her, clasped her, and removed both axes.

Take it. Wuming hummed.

Asshole! Neferi struggled, Just because your father expelled you, do you actually want to work for someone like Greg?

Greg was overjoyed: Where did you come from as a warrior?

Just a businessman. Wuming saluted Grek.

Okay, okay, there's a big reward!

Greg hurriedly gave Wuming a verbal promise and couldn't wait to stare at Neferi:

And you, you are going to be a sacrifice for the limbs - put her in the 'kitchen'!

Wuming said: Lord Greg, this girl is very strong. Just being imprisoned is not enough. She needs to be guarded.

You're right. Greg nodded.

He called the guard captain over and asked him to take charge of Neferi's guarding.

After arranging Nefeli's affairs, the limb finally had time to talk to Wuming:

Warrior, what is your name?

My name is Wuming. Wuming introduced himself.

You seem to be a fader too? There was something in Greg's words.

Yes, as a businessman, I have lost my blessing a long time ago. Wuming said, I came to Shidong City to inspect and found that the main entrance was wide open and in a mess, so I came in out of curiosity to take a look.

A businessman has such good skills? Greg asked.

In today's border area, how can you be a businessman without any skills. Wuming said modestly, And if you hadn't consumed her physical strength, I wouldn't have been able to successfully attack her.

When Greg heard the compliment, he became elated and beamed with joy.

After having fun for more than ten minutes, he still suppressed the smile on his face and asked Wuming:

You seem to know that woman?

Greg looked Wuming up and down. A faded person broke through the main entrance to assassinate him, and another faded person saved him. He was naturally hostile to those who despised the faded, and he began to suspect that Wuming and Neferi were in the same group.

Oh, we met in the Round Table Hall. Wuming said casually, Her father is Sir Baizhi.

Sir Bai Zhi! Greg exclaimed.

Do you know Baizhi? Wuming asked.

Greg didn't answer, his face gloomy.

As the weakest demigod in the border area, Greg is also particularly concerned about those existences that may threaten him.

Sir Momochi is a being who can threaten demigods.

Not only his personal strength, Sir Bai Zhi also has his own power. With the Round Table Hall as the core, many people work for him.

This is also a powerful side.

Is Baizhi finally going to attack me... Greg's face was gloomy, with some fear.

But you have caught her daughter now. Wuming said.

It makes sense. Greg cheered.

With Neferi, he had the capital to negotiate.

Greg has begun to consider Neferi as a long-term hostage.

I can marry her as my bride, so that she will stay in Stone City forever, making Baizhi unable to do anything. Greg thought about how to make good use of Neferi as a hostage.

But then we won't be able to use her to attach limbs...

Regretful, Greg looked at Wuming again.

Under that heavy armor, there must be equally solid limbs...

Nameless Faded One, thank you for your help. I will hold a banquet for you, my friend. Greg said to Wuming with a smile, Stay here.

Okay, it just so happens that my caravan hopes to come to Stone City to do business, so I'll come here to check it out, Wuming said.

You still have a caravan? Greg asked politely, Where did it come from?

Faced with this question, Wuming, who was originally cheerful, suddenly started to falter:

Ah... it's not easy to disclose the forces we belong to. As you know, caravans are not popular.

At this time, Greg's eyes were filled with unknown arms. He didn't pay much attention to these polite words and agreed with a smile:

It's true, you can rest assured that I won't persecute you.

Seeing that Greg had no curiosity at all and couldn't take the opportunity to elicit the lie, Wuming felt helpless. But he wasn't in a hurry, he had other things to do.

Stone City's merchants and supplies had long been cut off by Greg. Apart from the meat he enjoyed, he was unable to hold a banquet and had to hunt temporarily.

Wuming was able to visit Stone City during this time.

Although Stonewell has become dilapidated and depressed, its former glory can still be seen.

If this place could be revitalized again, it might really become a nice city.

There is both a city and a city.

Wuming went to what Greg called the kitchen.

This is a large slaughterhouse, with various limbs hanging from the ceiling of the hall, and blood dripping on the ground.

There was another prosthetic in the kitchen, who was even more deformed than Greg. He no longer had a human shape and could only stand like a spider. Looking at the prosthetic head, he still looks like a young and handsome nobleman.

It is unknown whether he accepted the limb voluntarily or was forced to accept it by Greg.

Neferi's cell is on the second floor of the kitchen and is guarded by several homeless knights.

As a warrior in the wilderness, Neferi would not sit still and wait for death. She hid on the side of the door, sleeping with the patience of hunting wild beasts, waiting for the moment when the door opened, subduing those who entered, seizing weapons, and escaping.

The door did open, but to Neferi's surprise, it was the back door.

Oops, there's no time for a sneak attack... Neferi didn't have time to think too much, she kicked off the wall and threw herself towards the back door.

The distance of one more room accelerated, and Neferi became even faster.

But the swift attack was still blocked, and her hands were caught by another pair of iron hands.

So enthusiastic. Wuming smiled.

you again!

Neferi was angry.

She knocked on her knee, hitting Wuming's chin.

This was effective, and Wuming let go of his hand.

Neferi's hands were freed, and she immediately hugged her knees and rolled around.

The knee collision just now did not cause the slightest displacement of Wuming's chin, and even the helmet did not deform in any way. All the impacts were equally fed back to Nefeli's unprotected knees.

Neferi's knees almost shattered, and what was more desperate than the severe pain was that she knew that she couldn't escape as long as Wuming was around, and her injured knees would make it even more difficult for her to escape.

Your protection is not adequate. It's better to have armor.

Wuming squatted next to Nefeli, covering Nefeli's knees with his hands, and the warm light healed her injuries.

The pain and humiliation made the corners of Neferi's eyes moist, and she gritted her teeth:

You also want to humiliate the enemy, you damn guy!

Wuming took a few steps back and distanced himself from Neferi:

You know what a good person is, and I saved your life.

You imprisoned me in the slaughterhouse and saved my life? Neferi said.

You don't really think you can beat Greg, do you? Wuming held up his face.

Neferi was dissatisfied: Why can't I defeat him? That kind of despicable guy.

Despicable doesn't mean weak. Wuming said, He is a demigod after all. Although the ability to attach limbs is not decent, it is still a kind of divine power. Look at his size, do you think the injuries he caused are really fatal injuries? And Have you ever hunted any large game animals, and when are they most dangerous?”

Neferi hesitated:

When you're about to die?

Wuming nodded: That guy's true power hasn't been revealed yet.

I don't see what power he has.

He can absorb other people's limbs and use them for his own use. Wuming said, I have seen similarly inferior guys become as powerful as gods by devouring others. The big rune inherited by Greg obviously has great potential, don't underestimate it. Look at the potential.”

Neferi pursed her lips: So you are really saving me? Then why imprison me again? You and I can definitely defeat Greg.

Wuming looked at Neferi with pity:

Are you not thinking well?

Neferi was stunned: How do you know? My adoptive father often asks me to read more books.

Grek is a descendant of the golden clan. Wuming said, The round table where your adoptive father is also has a close relationship with the golden tree. How can you state your name like this? It doesn't make it difficult for both parties.

But it was my adoptive father who asked me to come, Neferi said.

What did he say?

He said...let me unveil the storm...

Oh, that's not your fault. Wuming said clearly, I can only blame him for not speaking human words. He deserves to be unlucky.

Neferi was a little frightened: Did I ruin my adoptive father's affairs... My adoptive father is very smart and will definitely make no mistakes...

Wuming touched his chin, thoughtfully:

Perhaps he didn't make a mistake, he just missed something.

What do you mean? Neferi asked.

You like to state your name before the fight begins, but just stating your name does not reveal your identity. Wuming said, Even if you fail, you will fail as an assassin. You are just a faded person who covets the big rune, not Bai Zhi’s daughter.”

That's right. Neferi's eyes brightened, and she was a little confused, Then what do you think the adoptive father missed? Not everything is good.

Wuming scratched his head and smiled shyly:

I think I told Greg about your relationship with Bai Zhi.