Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Burke was radiant, no longer inferior, and enjoyed the banquet happily.

Wuming had already eaten and drank enough. When he had nothing to do, he looked around and found that Patch had also eaten and was resting aside.

He walked up to Patch, but Patch took a few steps away from him.

Okay. Patch looked at him sideways, I didn't expect you to have such special powers.

What do you mean? Wuming didn't understand.

Did you swallow the mercenary's soul that afternoon? Patch asked, This is not the power that a hero like you should have.

That's just because you don't know. Wuming said indifferently, Don't worry, I won't use it on you.

The nameless hand glowed red:

It's just power, just like earning runes. It's just a way, not a goal.

I told you, don't be greedy. Patch said, If you are too greedy for power, you may be swallowed by that power.

Like Greg? Wuming said.

How is it possible that Greg is also worthy? Patch said, If you say it, you have to compete with Lacade no matter what.

I'm not familiar with those demigods, but I can still control this power. Wuming swung his fingers and watched the red light flow on his fingertips.

Patch stared at the red light: It's best this way.

Patch stopped continuing this topic. He looked at Ailei Church:

The security issue is solved, what are you going to do next?

Wuming observed his employees:

I need to find some demi-humans.

Why are you looking for a demi-human? Patch wondered.

There are too many people, and one tailor is not enough. Wuming said, We need to recruit more people to take care of logistics.

Wouldn't it be better to find a human, Patch said.

Wuming looked at Burke sitting among the mixed species:

Let's find a demi-human.

He smiled at Patch:

Asian people are cheap.

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Early the next morning, Wu Ming took Burke out of Airey Church to find new employees.

Wuming specially rode on the newly acquired golden carriage, ready to go out and have a good time.

The heavy golden chariot seemed to be weightless, driven by eight horses, speeding in the wind, and the sword wheels made a whining sound that broke through the air.

Sitting on the spacious chariot, Wuming Ke asked Burke:

Where can I find demihumans?

Demi-humans like to live in caves and mountains and forests, and are led by a mother, Burke said.

The Asians seem to respect their mother very much. Wuming said.

Our mother raised us and protected us, and of course we respect her, Burke said.

He looked at Wuming:

Master, you also protected me. I respect you very much.

You have some conscience. Wuming said, When the time comes, you will be responsible for convincing the demi-humans.

Burke said: Do you really want to hire Asians? They may not agree.

Unnamed Pat Chariot:

With this golden car, are you afraid that no one will follow you?

Wuming is confident that as long as he shows such strong financial resources, employees will naturally embrace him.

The unknown confidence soon disappeared.

There are many people in the mountains and forests, but not much space.

Wuming's huge eight-horse chariot was extremely wide and stuck on the forest path.

Unable to show off his mount, Wuming collapsed completely.

How about... put the car here and we hike? Burke asked Wuming.

What should I do if my car is lost? Wuming refused.

He turned the car around and planned to walk along the road first, find a populated city, and store the car.

Wuming thought of the hybrid situation and asked Burke:

Maybe there are demi-humans in the city too? Have you ever been treated as slaves like hybrids?

Mother will protect us, and demi-humans will not become slaves, Burke said.

He paused:

Maybe it's because we're all stupid, and humans think we're not suitable to be slaves. Demihumans don't have the skills of hybrids, nor the strength of giant monsters.

Wuming paid attention to Burke, thinking that he would become discouraged out of habit, but unexpectedly, Burke quickly raised his head.

This is also our luck. We can remain free. Burke grinned, showing a mouth full of tiny fangs. I also have a skill and can sew clothes for you, my master.

Wuming nodded happily: It's no wonder that I deliberately showed my true face.

Wuming drove along a main road. After walking for a while, he saw a truck full of goods smashed on the side of the road, and the items inside fell to the ground.

A dozen demi-humans held their sticks high, roaring and shouting something.

Is someone being attacked? Wuming thought to himself.

He slowed down the vehicle, approached the group of demihumans, stood on the chariot, and looked into the distance.

Wuming discovered that the demi-humans were not beating anyone, but one person.

There are highlands on both sides of the road, and a huge building debris stretches across the highlands on both sides, forming a high bridge.

Someone was standing on the high bridge and was in a stalemate with a group of demi-humans under the bridge.

Help! People on the bridge shouted hysterically for help. Is there anyone who can help me? Come and save Kenneth Hyde!

When the people on the bridge mentioned the name Kenneth Hyde, their voices became a little louder, as if they were deliberately spreading the name.

Who is this? Wuming looked at the people on the bridge.

The light gathered in front of him, clearly showing the appearance of the people on the bridge.

A man with short blond hair, golden pupils, sparse beard, well-maintained skin, and looks graceful and luxurious.

The lining is a light green robe, fully embroidered, and the outside is a dark blue, almost purple burqa.

What exquisite stitching. Burke looked at the man's sight, and mother said that clothes of this color are very expensive and can only be worn by very noble people.

The rich man. Wuming summed up the key points instantly, I have to save him now.

Wuming looked at the terrain on both sides of the bridge. The left side was steep and the right side was obviously gentle. There was a way around it.

It has to be said that the IQ of these demi-humans is indeed limited. If they take a detour to the bridge, they have already captured this person, so there is no need for a stalemate here.

Burke, go and appease those demi-humans and ask them what's going on. Wuming handed Burke a pot. If they attack you, throw the pot out. It will form a phantom and help you buy time to escape.

Leave it to me, master. Burke took on the task with confidence, took the enemy-luring pot, and jumped out of the carriage.

Wuming then turned the car around, deviated from the main road, climbed onto the bridge from the ramp on the right, and ran rampant all the way.

When Wuming arrived on the bridge with a trail of smoke and dust, the huge carriage ran over and made the entire bridge tremble.

The blue-robed nobleman was so shocked by Wuming that he subconsciously took a step back, tripped over the uneven bridge beneath his feet, and sat down on the ground.

But the blue-robed noble quickly got up and looked at Wuming's golden chariot excitedly:

The golden tree has answered my prayer! Oh, the golden tree blesses us!

The blue-robed noble could not see clearly the knights on the tall chariot, so he could only shout:

Knight of Rodel, please dismount and let me thank you properly.

The nobles looked up at the chariot expectantly, expecting a tree guard covered in golden armor and wearing a golden crown to jump out.

Then I saw a man in gray iron mail, a tattered cloak, and unknown armor style jumping off the horse.

Who are you? The blue-robed nobleman wondered.

Who do you think I am? Wuming was even more confused,

Why are you so surprised? Shouldn't you look like you were crying with joy after being saved? You should have cried to express your love and then I could tactfully say that eighteen million runes would be enough?