"Attitude? Attitude is of no use." Wuming didn't understand what Bai Zhi was talking about. He pointed to the layout of the round table hall, "This house is too poorly built. It can only rely on a fireplace to provide a little bit of recognition. The blacksmith and the

The old lady next to me lives all over the world, how far can a faded person run? Is this the service you provide in the Round Table Hall?"

Even the omniscient Bai Zhi was silent for a moment when he encountered these remarks. No one expected that when someone came to the great round table hall, their first reaction would not be to admire the magnificent portrait and the noble round table, but to find faults.

Baozhi, who calls himself the doyen of the Round Table, is proud of the Round Table. Hearing such belittling of the Round Table, he couldn't help but say:

"The Round Table is in order to maintain the dignity of the hall. Of course, the blacksmiths and merchants must stay on both sides. When the Round Table is prosperous, there are many faded people walking here. If they are crowded together, it will only cause chaos."

"Then are there many people at the round table now?" Wuming said disdainfully.

Baizhi was silent. There might not even be five people gathered in the Round Table Hall today. Wuming was already a rare newcomer.

"If you ask me, no one comes because your infrastructure is so bad." Pointed his ring finger, "Look at that round table. Such a big place is abandoned and is just used as a teleportation array, blocking the land. What's the use besides face?"

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He pointed in the direction of the old businesswoman:

"I don't want to talk about how little I sell. I'm so far away from the blessing. Do you still want to do business? Isn't there a room nearby? What should I do with the door closed? Wouldn't it be good to give it to the old woman?"

Baizhi clenched the scepter in his hand:

"That's my room, my study. There is countless important information in it. You actually asked me to let it out?"

"Intelligence?" Wuming looked at Bai Zhi's ears and nodded, "You are in charge of intelligence, so that is very important."

"I'm glad you can realize the importance of knowledge." Sir Bai Zhi raised his head.

"Then why are you doing it with the door closed? Aren't the intelligence for sharing?" Wuming said, "Even if you charge some money."

"I am a senior of the Round Table, not a waiter like a merchant and blacksmith." Bai Zhi said coldly, "Knowledge is shared with comrades, but you have not been recognized by two fingers."

"That is to say, the information is only given to our own people." Wuming nodded, "I understand, it turns out it's the little Yakuza."

"What did you say?"

"You seem to be very insecure, and you still need the recognition of two fingers to maintain your self-identity." Wuming said, "And you are very stingy. You hide all the information. You used the name of a senior to say it hard, and you got 100 points.

Just like a kid showing off to the world."

Baozhi's robe automatically moved without wind, showing the heavy armor inside the robe, and a trace of black flame burned around him.

"Newcomers always forget to respect their seniors." Baizhi's voice contained a hint of danger.

"We agreed that fighting will not be allowed in the Round Table Hall?" Wuming took two steps back, "Why are you talking like farts?"

Bai Zhi pointed to the bottom of a balcony:

"There is a special place for you to fight, why don't we try it?"

Wuming looked down along the balcony, his frown deepening:

"If you don't use such a big venue, the entire competition venue is crazy. There is no place where you can't fight."

"It's really pointless to have unnecessary disputes. If you understand your recklessness, don't waste your time." Baizhi said.

Wuming's mind was not on the issue of the junior and senior that Bai Zhi was struggling with. He jumped off the balcony, looked at the empty place, and planned the renovation plan:

"This can become a market, where all kinds of goods and merchants can gather. The faded ones can accomplish everything they want without having to walk far."

Wuming looked around:

"Where are the stairs?"

"There are no stairs here."

Bai Zhi stood on the balcony and answered him.

"It's impossible without stairs." Wuming shook his head, "We need to build a staircase to make it easier to go upstairs... Maybe we can put all the needs downstairs, so that we don't need to go upstairs."

Sir Bai Zhi said: "If you want to transform the Round Table, you must have enough influence."

"What about you, are you influential?"

"Of course I do, I can provide some advice to Two Fingers." Sir Bai Zhi said.

People all understand the nobility of Two Fingers, and he can influence Two Fingers' decision-making. This alone is enough to show his difference.

But Wuming still didn't show any awe. He just nodded and asked:

"Then if I defeat you, can I change the structure of the round table?"

"How do you want to change it?" Bai Zhi asked.

"Of course we won't carry out unreasonable renovations." Wuming said, "Don't worry, we won't knock down the load-bearing walls. We just want to make it easier for those who have faded to find merchants and blacksmiths, and improve the service experience."

"You're not going to remove the round table, are you?"

"No, face-saving projects are also necessary, and it would be wasteful to demolish something that has already been built." Wuming said, "It's you, do you really have influence? You don't look like you can fight because of your body.

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Baizhi said: "Influence is not only about force, but more importantly, wisdom."

He jumped from the balcony:

"But if you are interested, I can also show you the kind of influence you understand."

Ten minutes later, Wuming looked at Baizhi at his feet and tilted his head in confusion:

"Where? Influence."

Baizhi held the scepter and vomited blood from his mouth.

"What did you do?" He couldn't understand. "What kind of spell was that?"

The two men were covered with purple halos, and the cipher text on them had not been seen even by the omniscient Sir Bai Zhi.

It is somewhat similar to his Hundred Wisdom Domain, but the effect is more domineering and terrifying.

It directly sealed his ability to use magic.

As a mage, unable to use magic, facing Wuming holding a sword and shield, the outcome can be imagined.

Wuming didn't care about the reputation of the boss of the round table. After overthrowing Baozhi, he kicked him like a gangster fighting without any rules.

But being kicked to the ground by this unorganized fist and kick, Baozhi was obviously even more embarrassed.

Not to mention there was a circle of onlookers on the balcony.

"Can I renovate the Round Table Hall now?" Wuming stepped on Bai Zhi's head, his tone was joyful.

He was answered by a sound that broke through the air.

The flying ax hit his head, and Wuming was thrown straight away. He rolled around a few times and sat on the ground in a daze.

Then he saw a brown-skinned woman holding an ax jumping up from the balcony and glaring at Wuming.

"Who are you?" Wuming scratched his head, "Hit the old one and the younger one came out?"

"Despicable guy, you actually used strange power to prevent your adoptive father from using magic." The woman yelled and rushed forward, "Let me teach you how to be a warrior!"

"Neferi." Bai Zhi called the woman, "Come back."

Baizhi used crutches to support his body and stood up:

"As you wish to fade away, you can remodel the Round Table Hall—within reason."

Wuming smiled happily:

"Don't worry, it's absolutely reasonable. Those who have faded will agree after reading it."

Ten minutes later, Sir Bai Zhi looked at the Round Table Hall with a gloomy expression:

"Is that what you're saying makes sense?"

"Isn't this good?" Wuming put his hands on his hips with satisfaction.

On the round table in the round table hall, two old women sat on it.

There is a big hole in the wall on one side, and the blacksmith can be seen directly.

"Actually, I wanted to invite the blacksmith to the table, but unfortunately he was locked." Wuming muttered, "What's wrong with your round table? The blacksmith is actually locked. How can he be in the mood to work?"

Wuming admired the new layout of the round table and thought about the future:

"You can also let other businessmen come here later, and sit one on each chair."

"You want businessmen to sit around a round table!" Bai Zhi's eyes were splitting with anger.

"Anyway, there's no one sitting there, so it's just idle time." Wuming said.

He jumped onto the round table and stroked the magic weapons in the center.

"What a good thing." Wuming murmured. He turned to ask Baizhi, "Can these weapons be sold?"

"Get out!" Baizhi lost his restraint and roared.

Light lit up on the round table, and light poured out from the portal, wrapping Wuming.

When Wuming regained his sight, he had returned to Stonewell City.

Wuming sat on the ground in a daze, muttering:
To be continued...