Author: Crowtopia

"Is this the Golden Road you're talking about?" Lewis clenched his fists, and the paper in his hand was crumpled into a ball of paper.

He had already listened to Wuming's words and wrote a letter to the cuckoos on Belum Avenue, asking them not to attack the caravan and to give way to the caravan and let the caravan pass.

But Wuming's request went far beyond that. He gave Lewis another page of densely packed paper, filled with requirements and details.

"That's my business plan. Don't be disrespectful and I'll tell you about it." Wuming sat back on the seat in the classroom. Behind him, several apprentices from Haimo Classroom were rubbing Wuming's shoulder pads.

"Let Dujuan give up ten years of profits and work for free to restore vitality to the lake area?" Lewis's body was shaking, his expression was ferocious, and the burns on his face were extremely terrifying.

But Lewis's expression was brought about by Wuming's plan, and the burns on his face were branded by Wuming himself. This ferocious expression did not make Wuming react at all.

"I was offered so many benefits before, but you didn't agree." Wuming smiled, "There was no store like this in this village, but now it's not the same price."

Blackmail, unabashed blackmail! It was so naked that even Cuckoo felt despicable, wishing he could pick it up and cut it into minced meat for Wuming.

But seeing the residual heat emitted by the pool of solidified molten iron on the ground, the cuckoos calmed down.

"It's impossible for me to agree." Lewis said, "Even if I agree, it's impossible for my men to agree."

"The time has come to test your leadership." Wuming said, "I have to trouble you to convince your subordinates."

"If I dare to ask my men like this, they will mutiny on the spot and skin me," Lewis said.

"If you don't agree, I will skin you right now." Wuming waved to the Haimo magic apprentices behind him, telling them to leave, and then tapped his shoulder.

The silver teardrops on the armor flowed to the ground and swelled into the shape of Lewis.

Lewis saw the bionic teardrops and a drop of sweat flowed from his forehead.

Wuming patted Lewis on the shoulder:

"I hope you can understand the truth that you are not indispensable. In the bard's story, you are at most a small character who is casually run over by various terrifying strong men when they pass by. You are not the protagonist. And I

Now I give you a chance."

"What chance?"

"A chance for you to truly leave your name in history." Wuming said, "As long as you can complete my mission."

"Let us act as matchmakers to sell turtle neck meat to people in the Lake District and we can become famous in history?" Lewis gritted his teeth, quite unwillingly.

"If you don't want to, just let my people do it." The ring finger pointed at the imitation teardrop.

Lewis vigilantly swung his sword at the simulated teardrop, but saw no movement from the simulated teardrop.

He stayed alone like this for a few minutes and sighed:

"I'll convince them."

"Very good, I'll go back to the Dikdas Big Lift and wait for your good news." Wuming recalled the fake teardrop and walked away.

In Haimo Classroom, everyone present was a little embarrassed and confused.

They have always believed in strength. Only when they faced overwhelming force did they understand what real violence is.

"No wonder that guy was able to convince Se Lian." Leader Haimo picked up the fragments of the azure stone cover on the ground, and his face cut by the fragments dyed his beard red.

"No wonder he came here alone." Lewis punched the wall next to him.

Leader Haimo looked at Lewis with a little pity:

"So you're going...to pimp?"

"Matchmaker! What a pimp." Lewis glared at Leader Haimo.

"It's not going anywhere," said Chief Haimo.

Lewis looked gloomy, snorted coldly, and left with his men.

The cuckoo knight under Lewis quickly stepped forward, walked to Lewis and whispered:

"In the future, do we really want to give up burning, killing, and looting, and go... to be matchmakers for others?"

It seems that the cuckoos are not too happy.

"It's just a delaying tactic." Lewis said, "How can we really agree to his request? We will do whatever he says? Then where is our dignity?"

"But haven't we already agreed?" The cuckoo knight was still a knight, and he couldn't let go.

"You have to do what you promised?" Lewis said, "What are we? Despicable cuckoos!"

"How can I say that I am despicable..." a cuckoo knight whispered.

"If you don't do it, what will happen if that guy comes back with revenge?" Another cuckoo knight was worried.

"The only way to delay the attack is to come up with a solution later on," Lewis said. "Otherwise, wouldn't it just be delaying and waiting to die?"

"Is there anything we can do?"

"We can only go to that adult." Lewis said, "This matter was caused by his men, and it is up to him to deal with it."

Lewis' face was grim.

Originally, it was because of the support of important people that he dared to be so tough on Kalia. He knew that the princess of Kalia had violated a taboo and had no time to care about Kalia. So he could negotiate with Kalia with confidence, and even

Requiring some obviously excessive conditions.

But the appearance of the unknown businessman always made him feel a little bad.

When encountering this kind of thing, you must decisively pass the blame and leave it to the big shots. You will never shoulder the responsibility yourself.

This is Du Juan's way of life.

The Cuckoo Knight said: "Then, do you want your letter to be recovered?"

"What are you still chasing? The letter eagle has already flown far away." Lewis said, "But don't worry, that letter is of no use. My boys will only follow their hearts."

Lewis smiled coldly: "The scorpion carried across the river by the frog, even if it will kill itself, can't help but sting the frog to death. This is its nature. My soldiers will only eat up the caravan and wipe it clean."

"

On Perum Avenue, cuckoos and caravans seem to get along well.

Even though Lewis's letter had not yet been delivered, Dujuan traded with the caravan without any hesitation.

The aroma of shrimp, crab, and fish meat wafted through the camp, and the cuckoos ate large amounts of fish and meat while singing various folk songs of Lienia.

Dujuan's enthusiastic look almost made the merchants take off their protective shields - if Patch hadn't stopped him.

"Being friendly is good, and being on guard against others is indispensable," Patch taught his employees.

The merchant employees listened to Patch's education in awe: "You mean the cuckoo is performing? They deliberately pretend to be enthusiastic and trick us into taking down the protective shield?"

"Cuckoo may not do this, but I will do it anyway." Patch shrugged, "I travel all over the world, and my survival depends on being cautious, cautious, mean, and cautious."

"Did something weird get mixed in?"

Patch glanced at Dujuan:

"Actually, they may not be pretending, but what's more terrifying than the conspiracy is, do you know what it is?"

"What?" the businessmen asked.

"That means they have no conspiracy." Patch said, "Some people are like this. They can smile at you and call you brothers, but they will stab you at any time and throw you into the abyss. What is morality? That thing doesn't exist.

in their minds."

The businessmen whispered: "Are you using yourself as an example to teach by example? What a good person."

Patch continued: "They will try to do something good for you, and then mess up your good deeds..."

The more Patch talked, the more excited he became. He suddenly shut up, shook his head and walked out of the defensive barrier: "Stop talking, it's irritating. I'll figure out the rest myself."

"You just go out, aren't you afraid that they will hurt you?" the businessman asked.

There were veins on Patch's forehead, and he looked back grimly:

"I am in a very bad mood right now. I wish someone would come to make trouble for me. I don't mind showing my true ability."

As if out of anger, Pachi kicked a huge rock aside.

The boulder made a shaking sound and split into two halves.

"See?" Patch said, "No one messes with me—"

"Awesome." Tragus the Great Horn walked towards Patch and praised him.

He had been with Patch, and at this time he also settled down under the temptation of the chicken, duck and fish in Patch's old shop. He happened to see Patch kicking the boulder. Tragus said: "You don't have the strength."

It's so small, it feels like it can even wear my big goat armor."

Patch's unhappiness was caused by Tragus and Wuming. When Dajiao came up to talk to him, he was not angry and just rolled his eyes at him.

Tragus didn't mind, he already regarded Patch as a good brother who shared the same goals with him.

Dajiao looked a little serious: "This is not a joke, I want to tell you something."

"What?" Patch said impatiently.

"If I die, this armor will be entrusted to you." Tragus said.

The impatience on Patch's face disappeared, as if the withered goldenrod came to life again: "Are you going to die?"
To be continued...