Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Patch sent all the younger brothers away and sat across from Wuming.

Just over the bonfire, the two of them chatted while making skewers.

Patch said: So what are you doing here? Are you here to save the world? Great hero, do you also want to get the fragments of the magic ring and go on a pilgrimage to the throne?

Wuming said: Does this world need saving? It's not very good. As for the throne... I'm not interested. It's not like I've never been a king.

Patch laughed sharply: As expected of you. What are you going to do? For existences like you, you must have a 'goal' if you can live.

Wuming said: There is something I really want to do, and I need your help. I want to do business.

Huh? Patch doubted his ears.

I can also collect fragments of the magic ring, but the fragments are not just large runes. Wuming said, Have you seen blessings? There are also the runes left by the dead. There are fine runes on them. They are also the same. Part of the Circle, they are little runes.

Wuming clenched his fist: There are tens of millions of faded people walking on the border. These faded people are collecting runes in the border area, and I want to do business and get a share of the pie. How about, help me, I can share these runes with you. kindness.

Wuming looked at Patch with fiery eyes.

Patch was silent:

Do you know why I can live so long and live so freely?

Because you are so despicable? Wuming guessed.

Because I'm not greedy. Patch said and glanced at Wuming, Have you ever heard of the story of the wandering nation?

I just heard it some time ago. Wuming said.

You should be warned after hearing this. If you want to do business in the entire border area, it is too dangerous to deal with people like the Faded Ones. Patch said.

But I am different from the homeless people. Wuming said.

What's the difference?

I can beat it.

Patch choked and didn't speak for a long time.

He touched his bald head and muttered:

Greed is not a good habit. No matter how powerful a person is, he will be swallowed by greed, even a demigod.

Patch had a strange look in his eyes:

I don't think you are greedy. Why do you want to do business?

Come and help me, you will know when the time comes. Wuming said, his eyes in the peephole were blazing, You are right about one thing, I have never been greedy, or I am too greedy. I used to be greedy. It has to be the whole world. Now this world doesn’t need to be saved, so naturally I have to find something else to do.”

He looked at Patch: Are you coming?

Do I have a choice? Patch looked at the ruined treasure chest with melancholy, Anyway, even if you don't agree, you will force me to agree on the grounds that I am blackmailing you.

I'm so petty, you would have died a long time ago.

Patch stood up: I'll just help you. What kind of business do you want to do? Murder and rob or rob coffins?

What I want is your people. Wuming said, You have many younger brothers who can help me collect some things.

We can't collect difficult things.

There are dung beetles in the wilderness, you know.

Patch frowned: What do you want that for? Although that stuff isn't everywhere, it's not rare either.

Some places are very rare.

where?

City.

People in the city don't need it anymore. They have food and Holy Grail bottles, and all kinds of supplies are uniformly rationed, except for those faded ones who broke in...

Patch paused: You want to sell to the Faded?

That's what they lack, isn't it? Wuming smiled.

That's a good sale indeed, Patch thought, but there's a problem you have to solve.

what is the problem?

How did you transport that bunch of bugs to the city? Patch said, Are you going to tell the city lord that I want to help the faded ones who broke into your city and help them kill you? Please give me The right to sell items in the city?”

It is indeed a problem. Wuming nodded, but his tone was very indifferent.

What can you do? Patch asked.

No.

Patch looked at Wuming, speechless.

Wuming patted Patch on the shoulder:

What are you afraid of? I'll explore the road and find a way. You can take your little brother to catch the dung beetle.

Wuming acted vigorously and resolutely, and then set off, heading straight to Stonewell City.

After walking for a while, Wuming was tired.

It's such a long road. Wuming walked slowly along the road, and from time to time he saw some faded men on horseback speeding away.

Many faded people immediately brought a witch with them, galloping and rustling their horses.

That's great, I want to ride a horse too. Wuming murmured.

He tried to find some faders to hitch a ride, but no faders would give him a ride.

Wuming could only walk slowly. It was already dark, and he could only hurry on under the stars.

Walking to a bridge, Wuming saw another man on horseback.

He has a tall horse, holds a halberd, is covered in black, and looks very powerful.

Wuming watched with envy and wanted to pass by the bridge, but unexpectedly he was attacked by the knight.

The halberd was chopped off from the horse, Wuming blocked it with a shield and took a few steps back.

What to do? Wuming said, Collect bridge tolls?

The cavalry sword pointed at the unknown:

You're a fader, right?

That's right, I didn't give you a blessing. Wuming replied.

The cavalry nodded and began to charge.

Wuming quickly rolled past the charge and shouted:

Isn't that reasonable? You want to kill me because I'm a faded person?

Hmph, you must be going to invade Stonewell City anyway. The cavalryman said, The king has issued an order to extinguish the ambitions of you faded ones.

Damn it, I can't refute it. Wuming wilted.

He really wanted to check out some points in the city, and even if he didn't take action himself, he would help the faded ones invade the castle.

The cavalryman shouted loudly, clamped his spurs between his legs, and the horse leaped high into the sky, slashing towards Wuming with great momentum.

Wuming squinted his eyes helplessly and looked up at the halberd that shone coldly under the moonlight:

Then we are enemies, which is regrettable.

Wuming raised his shield and deflected it slightly.

The halberd landed on the shield, slid to one side, and brought up a string of sparks. The nameless long sword has already been thrust out, accurately piercing the gap in the cavalry's armor.

The simplest movements, precise and deadly.

The cavalryman fell off his horse, and blood spilled from his helmet. Amidst the gurgling sound of blood, the cavalryman said something, but there was only the sound of blood clogged, indistinct.

Wuming squatted in front of the cavalryman and watched silently as the golden light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

There was clearly a kind of fear in his eyes, a kind of fear after the blessing disappeared.

Wuming stretched out his hand and held it above the cavalry's head.

A warm light group appeared, spreading out rounds of golden light, supplementing the disappearing golden light in the eyes of the cavalry.

I'll tell you some bad news and some good news. Wuming said, The good news is that your life has been saved and I won't kill you.

He looked at the bewildered war horse on the bridge and smiled:

The bad news is, your horse is gone.