Give Me the Name of God

Buckn sat in the cathedral without saying a word, waiting for the archbishop's response.

At his age, he no longer desires other people's praise, but he has completed the task, at least to get a minimum of respect and recognition.

But Howett never mentioned it, as if nothing had happened. He concentrated on wiping the candlesticks as before, replacing the burned candles, talking about those boring trivialities, and stopped to pray to the gods from time to time.

Buckn exercised the greatest restraint until he couldn't bear it. He finally spoke: "My lord, I think you have received the news. We don't need to send congratulations to the new sheriff."

"I'm afraid this is wrong," the archbishop shook his head. "You know, I am a person who cares about etiquette. Gifts don't need to be too expensive, but at least we have to express our wishes."

Buckn raised his head and looked at the archbishop in surprise.

What does this mean? Didn't he know that Craig Munchick was dead?

It is impossible for him not to know that this old guy is very well informed, could it be...

Howett saw Bakken’s doubts and smiled and said: “I heard that an atrocity happened in the south of the city yesterday. The new sheriff was attacked and injured. I don’t know how he is now, should we go and see?"

Damn old guy, why not be straightforward? Does he like to play dumb puzzles so much?

Buckn said: "I also heard about this. Many people saw that the sheriff had his neck cut."

"This is really terrible," Howett asked with a frightened expression, "Can anyone with a broken neck survive? May the Lord bless the poor man."

Buckn left the church angrily. Howett was suspicious of Buckn's death. He sat there pointing and pointing. He didn't make any effort from start to finish. What right does he have to doubt himself?

Back at the mansion, Buckn took the wine and sat in silence for a while, and called for the young man from yesterday.

"Are you ready to take office in Huarong City?"

The young man nodded and said, "I have packed my bags."

Buckn poured a glass of wine for the young man: "Actually I think you deserve a higher position, but the premise is that you must be approved by the archbishop."

The young man was startled, sweat ran down his forehead: "My lord, I am only loyal to you."

Buckn smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm not testing your loyalty. I just want you to prepare a gift for the archbishop. Yesterday you said that there were many heretics around Monchik. Now he is dead, those heretics. You should also relax your guard, I think you should have a way to get Monchik's head back."

"Follow your wishes." The young man took two steps back, turned and left the room.

Buckn looked at the direction of the cathedral, clutched the wine glass tightly, gritted his teeth and said: "Old thing, I see what you have to say!"

...

Late at night, the young man lay on the roof, quietly watching the movement in the yard.

He lay motionless here for half the night, seeing everyone in the house clearly and every detail.

There are ten people living here, eight of whom are believers of ancient gods. Although they have all made a cover, there is wind tonight, a very strong north wind, and the faint breath of them can be smelled from the wind.

Three first-tiers, three second-tiers, one third-tier, and a drunkard. The smell of alcohol on his body was too strong, and the breath of believers was covered up.

Except for the drunk, no one is his opponent. He prayed silently on the roof, and the north wind became more violent amidst the sound of prayer.

It wasn't until the drunk fell asleep and the Lion Girl and Moira returned to the room one after another that he drifted into the yard with the north wind.

Floating in like falling leaves, falling on the ground without any sound, he quietly opened the door and saw Kreich Monchick lying on the bed.

There is a bandage around his neck, but his chest is still up and down, he is really alive.

How is this possible, clearly cut his neck, why is he still alive!

But these are not important, as long as his head is cut off tonight.

Driven by the wind, the young man came to Manda in an instant, swung his knife and chopped it down. Unexpectedly, Manda's body suddenly began to curl up and twist, and soon turned into a cloud of mist.

In shock, the young man realized that he had been fooled. He turned around and wanted to leave, but saw Manda standing in front of him and piercing his stomach with a gold finger.

The young man retreated quickly in the direction of the wind, the injury was not deep, only the flesh was cut. Manda chased at a fast pace, and the young man continued to retreat. He didn't expect that his footsteps would be faster than Manda.

Seeing that he retreated to the wall, the young man had nowhere to go. Manda grinned grimly and was about to chop off his legs with gold fingers, but he did not expect the young man to fly against the wall and fly to the ceiling in the blink of an eye.

What route is this? Light work?

He has no wings on his body, but he is flying more elegantly than the Lion Girl. He sticks to the ceiling and sees that he is about to fly to the door. He doesn't want the ceiling to suddenly crack a big hole. The drunk Mirlo jumped out of the hole and stepped on the young man impartially. The person's head keeps stepping on the ground.

The young man was still calm, swung a short knife and slashed at Millow's ankle. Millow quickly raised his foot. The young man took the opportunity to get away and vacated again.

"Fengshen believer?" Millow turned and closed the door. Manda knew, ran around the room and closed all the windows~www.readwn.com~ The young man slowly flew towards the opening of the ceiling and was guarded. The lion girl at the entrance of the hole punched down. The lion girl wanted to jump down to help, and Manda yelled: "Don't make trouble, bet on the entrance of the hole!"

What do you use to block the hole? The lion girl looked at Moira, and Moira pulled Guatl over and stuffed it into the cave.

The room was airtight, and the young man floating in the air slowly fell down. Manda shook his gold finger, and Millow drew the scimitar. This time he had nowhere to escape.

Unexpectedly, the young man took off his robe and waved vigorously, creating a whirlwind in the room. His body disappeared in the whirlwind, leaving only a robe slowly falling to the ground.

Incarnate as wind, Tier 5? This is impossible! Millow was stunned.

Manda asked, "Did he escape?"

I shouldn't escape, the near omen pendant is very hot!

Millow didn’t make a sound. He took out the jug, took a big sip, and squirted it out. The room was full of wine mist. In the mist, Millow saw the other person’s figure and shouted: "He’s in Behind you!"

Manda didn't even think about it, and immediately squatted down. The young man swept away with a knife, and was cut off by Manda, who was squatting on the ground, and knelt on the ground in pain.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to pick up the robe, and want to create a whirlwind again, Millow stepped on his hand and asked: "Are you a Tier 5 believer of Fengshen?"

The young man gritted his teeth and said silently, Manda shook his head and said, "Don't be so rough."

He opened the young man's stomach with his golden fingers, and saw the blood spurting, the young man screamed, Manda covered his mouth and whispered: "Don't be so loud, tell me your name first."