Chapter 148 The visiting doll

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 148 The visiting doll

Caught off guard, Millicent saw Wuming's face under the iron helmet.

Millicent was stunned for two seconds, and then the blush on her face quickly dissipated, as if she were the son of platinum, bloodless.

After looking at it for another two seconds, Millicent vomited.

Seeing Millicent bending over and vomiting, Wuming laughed and put on his helmet:

"It's okay, I just got used to it after vomiting and vomiting."

"Teacher, your face..." Millicent swallowed the sour water in her stomach, "How could..."

"Oh, don't worry about it. We all have bumps like this. Of course, I was worse off and was burned a bit." Wuming laughed, "But this is our essence. What do you think of this essence?"

Millicent was in disbelief: "How could someone look like this?"

"Don't mind, we are a race born in darkness. Since we were born in darkness, others can't see it, so we look more natural and casual." Wuming smiled, "Then what? Do you think I should follow this nature and carry it forward?

"

Wuming added: "By the way, our essence, in addition to this appearance, also carries a kind of poison. At present, it is more terrifying than the blood of the Platinum Sons and more terrifying than corruption. Do you think I should follow my essence and release

They?"

Millicent subconsciously took a step back. Wuming's originally amiable attire suddenly looked terrifying.

Wuming smiled: "Are you afraid? Do you want to run away? Disciple, I won't force you. Even if you part ways, it is normal between master and disciple."

He turned and left, preparing to arrange his own affairs.

Wuming walked for a while, and heard rapid footsteps behind him.

Millicent stood in front of Wuming:

"Teacher, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Isn't my answer striking enough?" Wuming said.

Millicent shook her head: "That's not enough. Do you want to say that the essence of the golden tree is also darkness? Then why do you agree with the Platinum Son's approach? You used yourself as an example to tell me that birth cannot determine everything, so your choice is based on

What standard is it made of? I want to understand the real difference.”

She stared at Wuming: "That way I can make a judgment."

"Let's get to the bottom of it, you are suitable to be a magician." Wuming said.

Millicent still stared at Wuming.

"Okay, don't be so serious. My standards are very simple." Wuming said, "It's Rune."

"Runn?" Millicent didn't understand.

"Or power." Wuming said, "Power is the reason for becoming king."

"The golden tree and bugs are much more powerful than the Platinum Sons." Millicent said, "You also said that your essence is also very aggressive, but you don't seem to want to accept this essence."

Wuming said: "It doesn't work that way. The Golden Law cannot prevent corruption, so corruption is stronger than the Golden Law. The sons of platinum are weak, so they are extremely weak. Do you think so?"

"I don't want to think so," said Millicent.

"Fire can ignite trees, so is the flame stronger than the tree?"

Millicent hesitated: "Isn't that right?"

"You only resort to strength and weakness through force." Wuming said, "Strength is the reason for being king, but the presentation of power is not so shallow and simple. Not only one party can destroy the other, it is stronger than the other. Flame

You can light firewood, but when the firewood burns out, the flame will die."

Wuming said: "I am going to tell you the story of the North Wind and the Sun. According to the legend——"

"The warm sun makes people take off their coats more than the strong wind." Millicent interrupted Wuming with a summary, "One of the stories about the sun that you have told."

"Yes, depending on the standards, the criteria for judging the strength of strength are also different." Wuming said, "The key point is the standards."

"And your standard is runes," Millicent said.

"Rune is like firewood." Wuming said, "The same pile of firewood, when exploded instantly, can bloom into unprecedented and incomparable light and beauty. And when burned slowly, it can provide longer and longer life."

A weak warmth. Which one do you think emits more heat?"

"Same?" said Millicent.

Wuming nodded: "Then do you think that if corruption parasitizes the golden tree, it will breed more power and creatures than the golden tree?"

Millicent said: "If it is like a flame igniting firewood, then the two things should be the same. Maybe the quality and quantity are different, but the total amount is the same..."

Millicent gradually understood the nameless standard:

"Do you agree with the Platinum Sons' approach because you think this race, which is rejected by the Golden Tree, can find a path that does not rely on the Golden Tree and thus tap out additional power beyond the Golden Tree?"

"Absolutely." Wuming said, "I appreciate the Platinum Sons because they explore new paths. Only with people like this around can the world last forever. I don't approve of the bugs and golden trees because they may have killed some of the things that make them happy.

Factors that lead to a longer-term dominance. My attitude is aimed at practices, rather than evaluating how a race should survive."

Wuming stretched out his hands: "Long-lasting rule and a prosperous dynasty, I want them all."

Millicent said: "You speak as if you were a lord."

Wuming smiled: "I'm just expressing my vision. I'm not suitable to be a king. Being a king will only ruin everything. So I want to be a businessman."

"Maybe if you become king, you can make the borderland a better place." Millicent said.

"So you still need to continue learning. You are too young and too simple." Wuming said, "The throne will distort people's will. Heroes, demigods, kings, everyone will be bound by the throne. Look at Nephei

Korea."

Millicent suddenly laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" Wuming asked.

Millicent said: "Some time ago, I saw that Neferi was going to get a pair of glasses."

Wuming also laughed: "In short, I don't have the ambition to become a king. I don't have the ability and wisdom to control the throne."

He thoughtfully said: "Perhaps no one can control the throne. Although Neferi is restrained now, but if she were to do it on her own, she would not be able to control Stonewell. Hyde restrained her, but he was indeed helping her manage it.

Nimgofu. Maybe things like the throne should be abolished..."

This thought swirled around in Wuming's mind and was immediately suppressed.

He also expected Neferi, the king of truth, to promise to share 20% of his tax revenue. How could he think of overthrowing the throne?

"Sin, sin, sin." Wuming reflected on himself, "God bless the Queen, she can return to normal."

"Is Neferi abnormal?" Millicent asked.

Wuming showed a mysterious smile and did not answer.

"Okay, have you asked all the questions you need to ask? It's okay. I'm going to get busy. I'm not like you who squanders so much money. I'm not an idler. I want to work as an apprentice."

"I'm not an idle person either." Millicent was dissatisfied, "Teacher, you've said a lot, but you haven't given a direct answer, right?"

"You can figure out the rest by reading my notes." Wuming left directly and waved goodbye to Millicent, "My workers can't wait any longer."

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"Boss, I can't do it, I really can't do it." The Wuming workers waved their hands to Wuming repeatedly, "Is this a job for humans?"

Wuming glared: "How come this is not a job done by humans? Why? You work under me, and you still discriminate against the Platinum Son?"

"We do not discriminate against Platinum Sons." The workers said, "We are not complaining about having to repair houses and sewers for Platinum Sons. What we are complaining about is your schedule."

"What's wrong?" Wuming said, "In the morning, I build houses; at noon, I build sewers; in the evening, I build bridges. It's so fulfilling."

"Where is our rest time?" The workers went crazy. "Not only is there rest time, there is no time to eat!"

"Aren't we short of manpower?" Wuming said, "If you be patient, it will get over."

"I'm going to faint," the workers said.

"As long as you can't do it to death, do it to death!" Wuming cheered them up, "What a coincidence, you are immortals, so you can't die after all."

But no matter how Wuming tried to persuade him, the workers refused to agree.

Even if he agrees, he still cuts corners when actually working, takes a break when the time is right, and does not work according to an unknown timetable at all.

They are helpless and it is not easy to whip them.

As the business expanded, the employees he originally recruited were no longer enough for him to spend money on.

I went looking for puppets before just for this purpose.

But what the puppet master wants is Neferi.

Wuming might have hesitated before, but he promised Roger not to attack Nefeli, and Nefeli now promised him 20% of his tax, so Wuming would not harm Nefeli at all.

"Where's Roger!" Wuming was furious, "Where's the promised Deathbirth employee? You're just like D and you don't keep your word!"

But getting angry won't help. Wuming can only work with the employees for the time being. Although he is strong, one person's strength is limited after all, and he can't improve efficiency much if he works hard.
To be continued...