Chapter 219 The Blood Rose No one cares about

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 219 The Blood Rose No one cares about

Yura was wrapped in bandages and looked depressed.

It hadn't been long since he woke up from the coma, but the incident of being defeated by Eleonora was still vivid in his mind.

Only when you face the Pure Purple Blood Finger in person can you appreciate the courage.

What makes him ashamed is that he is still thinking about his old relationship. When he sees those clear eyes, he just can't let go.

"Silent Eleonora, what are you thinking about..."

Yura sat dejectedly on the hospital bed, lost in thought. After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

Yura stood up, asked Wuming's location, and wanted to find him.

When he saw Wuming coming towards him, he immediately stepped forward: "Thank you——"

Yura felt like his body was in a cloud, and he flew back to the hospital bed upside down, his head dizzy from the impact.

"Don't bother me, I don't have time now, I'm busy." Wuming said, and his figure had already gone away.

For a big order involving 20 million runes, Wuming didn't dare to delay for a moment.

The most beautiful flowering period of blood roses is short-lived, and he must find a home for the flowers during this period.

But the golden people of the Yatan Plateau were not interested in his flowers at all. Wuming had to figure out what was going on.

Wuming returned to the perfumer, found the injured Rodel, and tore him directly in front of him, with sparks in his eyes:

"Why don't you buy flowers?"

"Why do you want to buy flowers?" Soldier Rodel wondered.

The sparks in Wuming's eyes suddenly went out, and he stammered:

"It smells so good...it's beautiful...don't you think having flowers at home would...make your life happier and more beautiful?"

"Why do flowers make life better?" Soldier Rodel asked the nameless soul again.

"I don't know." Wuming suddenly fainted, "That's what everyone else said anyway."

"Someone else? It can't be a country boy from outside Yatan, right?" Soldier Rodel said.

"How can you say that?" Wuming glared at him, "You are discriminating!"

"Just say it, right?"

"yes……"

"Sure enough." Soldier Rodel said, "After all, if you were in Yatan, you would definitely not hear 'other people say this'."

Wuming was a little anxious, pacing back and forth, not knowing how to continue questioning Soldier Rodel.

He suddenly saw the perfumer who was still taking care of the wounded.

"That's not right." Wuming sat back in front of Soldier Rodel, "Don't you have a perfumer in your royal city?"

"What happened?" Soldier Rodel asked.

"Perfumers use flowers to make perfume." Wuming said, "Why do you think flowers are useless?"

"Flowers can indeed be used as perfumes and medicinal materials." Soldier Rodel nodded in agreement with Wuming's words, then patted the brass shield in his hand, "Am I a perfumer?"

"You can be." Wuming looked serious, and he had done everything he could to promote Bleeding Rose.

"Forget it, businessman." Soldier Rodel said, "I'm not interested in flowers."

Rodel's soldiers issued an order to expel guests. Although Wuming is the owner here, it is obvious that in Yatan, the sense of ownership and territoriality of the golden people is stronger.

Wuming asked several more Rodel soldiers. In addition to the wounded, he also asked about the new soldiers stationed here.

The results were all the same. No one was interested in Blood Rose, and they couldn't even explain why they weren't interested.

"There is no reason whether you like it or not." Knight Rodel shrugged, "We are just not interested. We don't want to study everything so clearly."

How could you not study it clearly? This is a big order worth 20 million runes! Wuming roared in his heart.

After asking to no avail, how could Wuming give up and set up a telescope, huddled behind the golden citizen who assassinated Se Lian, and observed day and night.

The daily life, food, clothing, housing and transportation of the golden people are all under Wuming's sight.

Observe, observe without stopping.

Wu Mingshi wants to find out why the golden people don't buy flowers.

"There's no need to do this, right?" Patch looked at the stunned Wuming, "You look like a pervert."

"You don't understand." Wuming stuck to the telescope and said in a serious tone, "As early as when we went to the Asian Altar, I felt that something was wrong here. Melina's words were indeed confirmed. It is difficult for us to move forward in the Asian Altar."

"Is there any?" Patch said, "Didn't Rodel ask the golem to let go of the caravan?"

"The difficulty of moving does not refer to the attack of the golem." Wuming said, "but to the customs and customs here in Yatan. They seem to hate merchants extremely and have no interest in our products at all."

"Is it too expensive for you to sell it? No one except the people from the Blood Dynasty is willing to spend a lot of money to buy this thing, right?" Patch guessed.

"I tried selling it for a hundred runes." Wuming said, "No one wanted it. At this price, he won't lose money even if he buys and sells it."

Patch saw that Wuming couldn't move, so he gave up. He knew Wuming's stubbornness well.

"That's right. That guy is a dangerous person anyway. Keep an eye on him. If he does any unfriendly behavior, just kick him out." Patch said, "I don't understand why you took him in?"

"He looks homeless." Wuming said, "You know me, I will always take in homeless people."

Wuming continued to monitor the golden people, covered with stars and wearing the moon. Such unusual behavior naturally attracted the attention of many people.

"What are you doing?" A hand suddenly patted Wuming's shoulder.

Wuming turned the telescope and looked behind him, and saw a strand of blond hair at the corner.

"Ami?" Wuming took the telescope, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Haida." Ami said, "I don't understand some of the witch's skills, so I thought I'd ask her."

"Why don't you find Melina?"

"Melina has a bad temper. She probably thinks many of the questions are too simple, and she always feels angry when answering them," Ami said.

Wuming thought about Melina's normal attitude: "She might just be like this, with facial paralysis."

"Anyway, I won't bother her anymore. It's more appropriate to ask Haida. Haida is very well-behaved," Ami said.

Very good? Wuming suspected that there was something wrong with A Mei’s understanding of Haida. Is Haida related to Gui? Wasn’t he a wilting bandit?

"I don't think I've seen Haida very often." Wuming said, "She should be at the corner of the caravan, right?"

"What are you doing?" Ami pointed at the telescope in Wuming's hand.

Wuming then explained it to Ami.

"Is that so..." Ami thought for a while, "Do you want my help?"

"Why are you so kind?" Wuming smiled.

"Studying is so boring." Ami rolled her eyes, "I'd better find something else to do, otherwise I might be bored to death."

"Then come." Wuming handed the binoculars to Ami.

"No need, my eyesight is so good." Ami pointed two fingers at her own eyes, and then pointed at Wuming, "Even an eagle can't compare to me."

"Okay, then come here and I'll go to other places to investigate."

Wu Ming and A Mei worked in shifts and observed for several days.

Ami never discovered any special behavior of the Golden People.

"I just look up at the golden tree all day long." Ami said, "I don't like to talk. I don't know what I'm thinking."

Wuming came to a similar conclusion, but his enthusiasm never retreated. He really discovered the unfriendly behavior of the golden people.

One day, at night, the golden light of the golden tree was still dazzling. The golden people held a knife and tiptoed in some direction.

Wuming moved the telescope forward and saw Haida.

Haida was also holding a knife, looking forward with light hands.

Moving forward further, I saw Yura, carrying a long tusk like a clothes pole, walking forward quietly.

"What's going on..." Wuming had no choice but to move on.

Saw a one-eyed dragon.

The one-eyed dragon worthy of the name was the flying dragon that came with Eleonora before. Ami circled a piece of land and left it not far away.

While I was watching attentively, Ami came to change her shift.

"The direction he is looking at is different today." A Mei said, "He finally stopped sitting in that place and looked at the golden tree today?"

Ami looked in the direction where the nameless telescope was looking, and frowned:

"What are they doing over there?"
To be continued...