Author: Crowtopia

The dark room fell silent, and only the breathing of the dying man could be heard.

Getok opened the door.

Stonewell's heavily armored elite Homeless Knight stood there. Opposite him, a withered armor was embedded on the wall.

The sunken breastplate squeezed out a piece of bloody flesh, and the skinny limbs were twisted and no longer human-like.

Gotok smiled and squatted next to the corpse, preparing to collect the remaining runes on the corpse.

He struggled to remove the straps and take off the heavy armor.

Apart from the Faded One's limbs and runes, these armors are quite valuable.

Getok put the disassembled armor aside, wanting to see the true appearance of the faded man under the helmet.

Getok was stunned.

This faded person's hair is sparse and pale, and his neck is crooked and long. He is a sign of self-restraint that he often wears shackles on. It's like...

Just like a golden citizen like myself.

Outside the door, the civilian who was attracted by the stones came in, looked at the corpse, and shook his head in dismay:

"You guys are so cruel."

Getok looked back and found that the appearance of the corpse was exactly the same as that of the civilian behind him.

"Ghost!" Getok was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and crawled around to touch the back of the lost knight. Only then did he feel relieved.

"It's not a ghost, it's just a guy who can't die." The figure of the civilian suddenly disappeared like a bubble, turning into a nameless man in full armor.

Wuming looked past the tall homeless knight and looked at Getok: "I caught him."

Gotok was surprised:

"How did you find out?"

"I know a bald man." Wuming said.

Getok didn't understand what this inexplicable answer meant. He calmed down and said:

"Although I don't know what your means are, but you have no chance to escape."

Getok spoke harshly, and the homeless knight in front of him gave him a sense of security.

The Homeless Knight has the power of the storm, which is very suitable for displaying its strength in such a small room.

Facing Getok and the Homeless Knight, Wuming just pointed at the armor that Getok had disassembled:

"Those armors, don't they look familiar to you?"

It does look familiar, those are the armors in this room.

Although this faded one has the ability to create illusions, his armor is genuine.

A doubt flashed through Gotok's mind:

When did this civilian put on the armor in this room?

A big hand grabbed Getok's neck and lifted him up.

Getok was horrified to find that the powerful homeless knight who was originally standing in front of him with a solid shield turned to face him, but the hands that killed the enemy were strangling his neck.

"Have you rebelled? Aren't you afraid of Lord Grek's wrath!" Gotok struggled.

Wuming walked over, put his hand on the shoulder armor of the lost knight, and twirled a branch in his hand and waved it in front of Getok:

"Do you know what this is?"

Getok's pupils shrank: "Is it... the charming branch?"

"You are indeed very knowledgeable." Wuming said.

He patted the shoulder armor of the lost knight, and Getok was put down.

Getok knelt down and trembled:

"I'm sorry, please spare my life. I'm just an ordinary person who takes orders from Greg. He asked me to seduce the faded ones to perform the limb grafting ceremony..."

"I'll give you a chance." Wuming said, "If you can prove your worth, I can spare you."

"Just ask." Getok said immediately.

"You like to 'help' the faded people, now I want you to really help them." Wuming said, "I will store a batch of dung beetles in this room, and you will be a merchant at the door, selling the dung beetles to those faded people."

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Getok's body trembled:

"This is betrayal to Lord Greg."

"Yes, you can do it or not." Wuming pulled out his long sword and sharpened it on the stone beside him.

Getok cried sadly: "I...I will do it."

Wuming took back his sword with satisfaction and patted his shoulder:

"Don't be afraid, there are benefits to working for me. Don't you really want runes? I'll give them to you. Remember, a dung beetle sells for five hundred runes. If you sell one, you can keep 30% of it. How about that? Not bad, right?"

Gotok clapped his fingers:

"One is 150 runes, ten is 1,500. Previously, more than 200 faded people entered the city in a month..."

Getok knelt down to Wuming again:

"Getok has been wandering for half his life. He only regrets that he has never met his master. If he doesn't give up, he is willing to be his adoptive father. Oh, no, you are my biological father. Anyway, Grek doesn't recognize me."

"You turn out to be his son."

"No longer." Getok pulled off the civilian clothes on his body, revealing only half of his arm. "He has gone completely crazy after losing to Marlenia."

Wuming finally decided to leave Getok at the door of the small black room to replace the dead civilian. The charmed Homeless Knight was used to guard Getok himself to prevent him from escaping.

Wuming said: "I'm going to move forward. You can stay here."

"Waiting for my adoptive father." Getok said, "Let me come with you. I am familiar with the construction of this city and can give you directions. Anyway, the beetle has not arrived yet."

Wuming thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

With such an internal response, things will be much easier in Shidong City.

There are many flat-topped tower buildings in Shidong City, where many war eagles live.

Wuming stood on the high platform, looked at the scenery below, and asked Getok:

"What do you think of this location?"

"Okay." Getok gave a thumbs up and spared no effort in flattering, "This place has no patrols, it is empty, and among the blessings, there are patrols on both sides, which is perfect for you to sell dung beetles."

Wuming didn't say anything. After thinking for a moment, he still shook his head: "No, it's too close."

"We're not close." Getok chuckled, "You don't know how weak those faded ones are. A homeless knight can make them run out of ammunition and food."

"I'm afraid there aren't that many businessmen." Wuming said.

Getok said: "I can summon the common people in the city to help you consign, and I will be responsible for managing them. They can get 10% of the profit, I will take 20%, and the rest will be yours."

“Is 10% too dark?”

"It's not low anymore. In this world, if you earn a little runes, you'll be satisfied." Gotok assured.

"Will someone leak the secret?"

"Ever since Greg knelt down and licked Marlenia's feet, he has lost prestige in people's hearts. He can only maintain his rule through limb replacement and terror." Gotok said, "Many people are eager for Greg to step down."

"Then you come on stage?" Wuming looked sideways.

Getok chuckled:

"I am no longer a prince, I am satisfied to be your servant."

"Wise choice." Wuming said, "In my experience, it is difficult for kings to sleep peacefully in coffins. They will all die on the throne."

"Experience?" Getok looked at Wuming in awe, "Are you also a king? Or are you a regicide?"

"I've done it all."

Wuming looked into the distance and recalled the past.

Getok immediately imagined a story about a general who was good at fighting and overthrew the old king and became the new king.

When Getok finished his thoughts, he found that Wuming was still motionless, still maintaining the same look of recalling the past.

Getok stretched out his hand and tested it in front of Wuming's eyes.

Wuming came back to his senses and smiled sheepishly:

"As I get older, I like to reminisce about the past and am always in a daze."

"Father, your past must be legendary." Getok complimented.

Wuming laughed boldly:

"Don't talk about the bravery of the past, don't talk about the bravery of the past."

The long wind blows high in the sky, and Wuming stretches his arms in the wind, enjoying the high spirits brought by being at a high altitude.

Suddenly another figure with arms outstretched in the wind jumped in front of him.

A war eagle swooped down and grabbed Wuming's face.

Getok shouted quickly: "Get out of the way!"

Of course, Getok didn't really care about Wuming's life and death, and a strong man like Wuming didn't need to remind him. He just shouted like this to show that he was loyal.
To be continued...