Chapter 310 Bald Businessman

In view of Patch's ability, Wuming is ready to give Patch another salary increase.

"Although I'm paid, I never see you spend it." Wuming said, "You don't receive runes a lot of the time, right?"

"I don't like using runes," Patch said.

"Why?" Wuming knocked at Lu En, "Isn't this a good thing?"

Patch said meaningfully: "Power comes with a price."

"Is it appropriate for you, a businessman, to say this?" Wuming said.

"Have you ever wondered where Rune came from?" Patch suddenly asked.

"I don't know." Wuming answered decisively, "But it seems that it can be picked out from the eye sockets of the corpse."

"That is the earlier source of the runes left on the bodies of the golden people after they died." Patch said.

Wuming touched his chin: "Golden tree?"

Patch said mysteriously: "In short, don't rely too much on Rune. You can figure out the rest by yourself."

Wuming looked up at the golden tree, looking at the golden branches hanging high in the sky. It was an almost endless blessing.

It's just that Wuming knows clearly that no favor in the world is eternal, and no matter how great the creation is, it will eventually decline.

Wuming thought of what Bernal said again - the boundary is limited.

"Is Patch trying to say that the golden tree's favor is also limited, and the runes will only become less and less..." Wuming thought.

But Wuming has already figured this out, and limited resources will not prevent him from carving up the big runes in Racade.

Not many people heard his propaganda at that time, and not everyone believed it. Even so, the road to the Divine Grant Tower was quickly reopened by groups of adventurers. They even dug through a mine.

Wuming had to set off in the next few days, otherwise the angry people would make him pay the price for breaking his promise.

Wuming suddenly remembered something and asked Patch before leaving:

“What does the Supreme Will look like?”

"That kind of appearance is meaningless." Patch said, "But when I met him..." Patch suddenly showed a strange smile: "He is a bald man."

"You can't think that you are the same just because someone else is bald." Wuming said, "Maybe the only similarity is baldness, and maybe two eyes and one nose."

"And what do you think he does?" Patch asked.

"What?"

"He's a businessman," Patch said and crawled away.

Wuming only found it interesting after hearing this. As he said, some existences are too high and too far, and he really doesn't want to worry about them.

He chose to worry about Rakad's big rune first.

Wuming found Se Lian and asked for the separated soul of Rakad.

"This is quite a fat soul." Se Lian said, "I have never seen such a bloated soul. Do you really want to give it away?"

"Anyway, you have separated Larcade and Eleonora, and extracted all Larcade's knowledge." Wuming took the soul-carrying pyroxene and headed to the Divine Grant Tower - pulling the entire caravan together.

As for why they want to be together, Wuming has his own calculations.

The departure of the caravan also attracted the attention of countless people and forces.

Even among those who saw Wuming display the big rune with their own eyes, some did not believe that Wuming was the real big rune.

Some people think that this is a gimmick and false propaganda by a caravan to promote itself, and it is just an advertisement, and they scorn it. Some people think that this is some kind of conspiracy, and they want to bring people together to perform some kind of conspiracy that can collectively turn people into dead people. Some people think that the caravan did get the big rune, but it got it through some despicable conspiracy.

Organized forces have more trial and error costs, and some forces are ready to directly rob it to test the quality of this caravan.

These forces don't think that a caravan can have a big rune, but if it does, it's best to keep it in their own hands. At least it cannot be obtained by hostile forces. As a result, many people with evil intentions gathered near the caravan and were hostile to each other.

These people are not even paying attention to the caravan, but to the potential competitors around them. In the eyes of these people, if they really rob it, the caravan will be like a sheep being hunted and strangled by hyenas, but only one hyena will eat the fattest parts. The most dangerous ones are our peers.

There are also some clear-headed people who lead their own small groups and do not intend to obtain this part of the profits. Because they know that their strength is far from enough to participate in this battle, and the real winners will not be here, but will be dormant near the Divine Grant Tower - those forces with demigods sitting in command.

These sober leaders have no intention of obtaining big runes. They just want to connect with the big forces and get some broth by passing on information and assistance.

Among these small forces, some big forces naturally have enough knowledge - or enough luck.

"Aren't we going to take action?" In the secret woodland camp, a small leader was holding a disc in his hand and was a little anxious. "This is a chance to get a big rune. Why aren't you in a hurry? I understand. , you don’t believe it’s true, right? But it’s better to believe that this kind of thing exists, we can help you find out, this is our value——”

Opposite the disc is Latarn's bruised and swollen face:

"I believe it's true."

"If you believe it is true, then you should——"

"And I believe that the big rune was obtained by the caravan on its own strength." Latarn said, "Don't provoke that group of people. I don't want to say anything else. What that guy is holding is my brother's. Big Rune, don't bother me with this anymore - I still have to appease my mother."

Latarn's figure disappeared, and the little boss was a little dazed:

"Achieve it with your own strength?"

The same dialogue also occurs among those forces who know the nameless power. In the Round Table Hall, Sir Baizhi looked at the news he received and murmured to himself:

"What the hell is this guy doing..."

"Gideon doesn't even know that this guy is really powerful." A man leaned against the door of Sir Baizhi's study, his tone was frivolous.

"You didn't knock on the door." Sir Baizhi sounded dissatisfied, and at the same time he missed his attendant a little.

If Eun Ha was still here, there would be no such unpleasant interruption.

"The famous Sir Bai Zhi can only act like a lonely old man now." The visitor has silver hair and thin eyebrows, is thin and feminine, has a pair of light red pupils in his narrow eyes, and his pale and sick face is full of teasing and ridicule.

The man covered his mouth and said, "Miscellaneous fish."

Sir Baizhi did not react to this obvious ridicule and belittlement. Instead, he was a little surprised by the visitor's face:

"Where's your beard?"

"Shave it off." The man touched his smooth chin, "If you want to sneak into that caravan, it's better to disguise yourself."

The feminine beauty took out a fragment of the mirror and checked her appearance: "I even made a huge sacrifice to let you old otakus see my beautiful face."

"Do you want to infiltrate that caravan?" Bai Zhi asked, "Or have you already infiltrated?"

"I've been in there for a while." The feminine beauty said, her tone of voice constantly changing, from a refreshing female voice, to a rough male voice, to a vague and ominous mixed-breed accent, "Sometimes she's an adventurer, sometimes she's a collaborator. caravans, and sometimes soldiers from the royal city who went to investigate. Without employees, it was difficult for the employees to perform. Although they tried their best to encourage, the effect was not good. "

"It's not good for you to go out without permission." Baizhi said.

"Otherwise? Do you want to listen to the command of an old guy like you? But you seem to be unable to do anything about that caravan so far. Even your daughter doesn't recognize you, uncle. This round table leader really has no dignity. Why don't you change your position? Leave it to Xiu Gu, he is a little smarter."

Baizhi was silent for a moment, staring at that person:

"And what about that one of yours who can't speak? Alperich."

"I can indeed inspire those warriors who only have blood and no brains, but those fools with less than nine intelligence can't get through the caravan door." The man Momochi called Alperlich stretched out a slender finger and held it. His temple said, "This generation of faders are too weak. I really want to do it myself."

Bai Zhi asked: "So, did the caravan really get the big rune?"

"Some time ago, all the elite troops did go to the volcano." Alperich said, "I thought those people would be destroyed by the Rakad group, but in the end, they returned safely. I think it should be the Great Rune - —No one can imitate that feeling.”

After receiving a positive answer, Bai Zhi became more confused:

"Fen Daluen... What is this person thinking..."

Baizhide admitted that he could not understand Wuming, but this did not affect his actions.

"Grab it," Momochi said. "No matter what conspiracy he has, it will definitely require a big rune. As long as he snatches it, there will be no problem."

Alperich stood high and waved to Momochi:

"Then I wish you good luck."

"I'm letting you go." Baizhi said solemnly.

"Huh? Why should I listen to an old guy?" Alperlich said, "Gideon, you are old and it's time to retire."

Alperich suddenly covered his mouth, a little panicked:

"Oh, I forgot. Your daughter doesn't want you anymore. When you retire, there will be no one to care for you until the end of your life."

Baizhi was silent for a while and said slowly:

"You have been lurking there for a long time. Did you hear the caravan's goal?"

"They have many goals, which one do you want to target?" Alpelich said.

"New round table." Bai Zhi said the word slowly.

"I heard that that arrogant businessman could actually come up with such a stunt." Alperich lowered his lips and curled his lips, "He is really desperate."

"They are not a gimmick." Bai Zhi said, "They really believe so and are working hard for it. Their goal is to replace our old round tables."

Momochi pointed at Alperich with the fingered scepter in his hand: "Of course, including you, an old guy. I think compared to them, you are also an old guy."

Alperich's eyes stood up and he was furious:

"Who are you calling the old guy?"

"I didn't say it, but that's what the businessman obviously meant," Bai Zhi said. "He thinks we are sluggish. He even thinks the coprophags are more fashionable than us."

Bai Zhi seemed to be thinking of something:

"Ah, that arena you love so much, when he came to visit before, he wanted to turn it into a market. Every businessman can set up a stall there, and every fader can go there to choose the services he likes. "

Alperich frowned: "It seems it's time to educate them and let them understand their position."

Alperich turned and left, disappearing into the Great Blessing. Baizhi immediately contacted his subordinates:

"Alperich is finished. Let him attract firepower openly. You try to find out the real purpose of the businessman and try not to let him get close to the Divine Grant Tower. He probably wants to use this method to let others open the way for him and stop him. Don’t let him get the favor of the Divine Grant Tower, and steal the big rune if you can.”

After Baizhi finished explaining, he held his scepter and walked to the round table atrium.

In the atrium of the round table, Jie Zhi Enya and Shuang Zhi sit in it.

"Grandma Enya." Baizhi greeted the old woman and pointed to her.

Enya smiled and nodded to Baozhi: "Are you here to listen to Master Two-Finger's teachings again?"

Baizhi looked up at the tall two fingers in the round table hall:

"I still have some questions. I would like to ask about the power of the Great Rune, what was the original dispute between Queen Malika and Queen of Night Eyes, and... what exactly did Queen Malika trade with the Supreme Will?"

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On the Yatan Plateau, the caravan of Pachi's old shop, which claims to be the new round table, is also slowly moving towards the place.

Wuming also encountered a problem. Quite a few people did not believe Wuming's words, which caused a lot of trouble to Wuming.

"How should Lakad's power be divided?" Wuming had a headache.

"Didn't you say split equally?" Patch stood aside.

"But there are many people who can't make it," Wuming said. "Too many people don't believe me, or they can't make it for the time being."

"If you don't believe me, you won't give it to me." Patch said, "What do you care about them?"

"If the amount is small, it's okay." Wuming said, "I asked Se Lian to measure the amount of runes contained in Larcade's soul, and the result was a bit scary."

"How scary?" Patch asked.

"According to estimates, the soul plus the favor of the big rune has one-twentieth of the grace power of the junction." Wuming said, "These powers are evenly distributed to the entire junction, which can increase their current disposable wealth by one A considerable amount. If only a few people are allocated this part of runes, quite a few heroes will rise up and turn the borderland upside down."

"And you are so stupid that you gave such a huge amount of runes to others, and caused us to be targeted by a bunch of people." Patch looked at the swarming figures in the distance, "I will think about this issue later, some people can't sit still. ”

Finally, someone took the initiative to break the deadlock, stood out from those who followed the caravan, and took the initiative to stand in front of the caravan.

There were several big trees lying across the road, and a group of people stood on the tree stumps with an imposing manner, pointing sternly at the unknown carriage:

"It's time for you to pay back the money!"

Wuming was amused when he saw it: "Aren't these the group of people who poached live pots? Why are they here again?"

But the person blocking the road on the other side had no intention of accompanying Wu Mingle. No one even waited for the caravan to stop, and rushed forward, carrying flames and poisonous gas, biting Wu Ming's car like a poisonous snake.

This person Wuming also remembered was the fallen perfumer who worked with poachers.