Give Me the Name of God

　　 "Sorrens' son is dead, and the dungeon hunter Ziegssel is missing."

　　 The fifty-one-year-old Marquis of Nars put down the report and sat on the chair in the castle hall, lost in thought.

　　Pulantuo, the retainer, quietly came to the Marquis, and whispered: "Bishop Buckn wants to see you."

　　 "Buckn? I have heard of him," Nars nodded. "It is said that he is highly regarded by the Pope, and he is about to be promoted to Archbishop."

　　 "Are you going to greet him here or go outside the castle gate?"

　　 "Welcome?" Nars smiled and shook his head, "I don't plan to meet him, I don't even plan to see him, tell him I'm going to inspect the territory, invite them to lunch, and then send them away."

　　Plantuo felt that the Marquis’s thoughts were a bit too casual: "My lord, Viscount Solrance will not fight for us anymore, if he can get the help of God's Punisher..."

　　 Nars turned his head and looked at Pulantuo. The retainer had followed him for thirty years, but what he said today disappointed him.

　　 "Do you think if the God Punisher is allowed to intervene, what else can be left in the valley of grievances? What else can I get?"

　　 Pulan pursed his lips and lowered his head.

　　Neither approach nor hostility, Nars's attitude has always been the same for the divine punishment.

　　 He poured a glass of red wine and said, "Be polite, be polite, and entertain them with the best food."

　　Plantuo was about to leave, the Marquis stopped him again: "Prepare three thousand gold coins, one thousand will be given to Sorens, and two thousand will be sent to the valley of grievances."

　　 "Do you still want to..."

　　 "Of course I think that Piaget is a good friend of mine, and there will be many opportunities to cooperate in the future. We just had a little misunderstanding, and the misunderstanding will eventually be resolved, provided that I have the sincerity to apologize."

　　……

　　 In the cave, Manda is learning sacrificial art with the old witch.

　　 "As long as you take out twenty silver coins, add mercury, and add old snake tooth grass, sand butterfly silk and tuman root, can you summon the woman with heavy makeup?"

　　 "Heavy make-up and colorful makeup, she is really appropriate. She was a witch during her lifetime."

　　 "During death? You mean she is dead."

"Yes, everyone will have nostalgia and unwillingness before dying. Many people will have a living obsession. They refuse to spend the Styx and continue to wander in the mortal world. Some ghosts can even find a job, especially the ancients. The believers of God, as long as they reach a certain level, after death, they can still become servants of the gods."

　　 Manda seemed to understand what the old witch meant: "That woman is a servant of Circe, the **** of wizards and witches. You bought a prescription to change the smell from her for twenty silver coins."

　　 Portia nodded and said, "Almost everything is right, but that prescription does not belong to the witch, it belongs to the gods, and is a reward given to me by Circe."

　　 Manda curled his lips: "The reward is not free."

　　 Portia smiled and said: "When the gods spend money, he will give away gods to believers and pay rewards to servants. For twenty silver coins to buy such a precious prescription, the gods are already generous enough."

Twenty silver coins are indeed not expensive. Manda calculated that he has six gold coins and can buy 30 prescriptions, 10 highly toxic prescriptions to harm people, and 10 detoxification prescriptions to save his life. Buy ten more medical prescriptions to make money, and then use the money earned to buy prescriptions...

　　 Circe is really a generous goddess. This is simply a complete industrial chain. Manda counted out twenty silver coins and just wanted to put it on the altar, but was stopped by the old witch.

　　 "You cannot offer sacrifices here. This is the altar of Circe. You can only offer sacrifices to the natal **** before you can call his servants."

　　 "Uh...that is, I can't summon that coquettish woman?"

　　 "She is Circe's servant, are you a believer of Circe?" The old witch smiled strangely.

　　 "Then can I still buy a prescription?"

"It's difficult. What you can buy depends on who your natal **** is." The old witch was holding a cane, as if searching for a certain memory. "Let me think about it. If it were Athena, you could buy it in the world. All books, if it’s Apollo, you can buy all the herbs, if it’s Aphrodite, you can buy all kinds of exquisite jewelry, rouge and clothes, if it’s..."

　　 "What if it was Hermes?"

　　 "Hermes..." The old witch thought for a long time and gave an unbelievable answer, "All!"

　　 "All? What does this mean?"

　　 "It means everything you want. Hermes is the patron saint of merchants and the messenger of the gods. There is nothing in this world that he can't buy, but the price will not be too fair."

　　 Manda seems to have heard the fate of the gods: "Nonsense, I am more fair than anyone!"

　　 He was about to inquire about the method of offering sacrifices to Hermes, when he heard the voice of the Lioness outside the door: "Old witch, give me your guard, he has been with you long enough."

　　 "I don't want to waste so much food and herbs on him, let him tidy up his things and get out, you are waiting for him below, there are too many flies here."

　　 A piece of flies flew out, and the Sphinx hurriedly hid outside the cave, not to infringe on the territory of the old witch, it was the rule for them to get along with each other.

　　 The old witch took Manda to the depths of the cave, and took out the medicine to change the smell and the spell of the sacrificial ritual.

"As long as you reach the first level, every believer can offer sacrifices to the natal gods. The method of sacrifice is the same. The difference lies in the arrangement of the altar. Every **** has his own unique altar. Don't make mistakes. Look for it in the earl’s study. Be patient. You will surely find it. Remember, the usual sacrifices can be free, but the first sacrifice is very important. Now memorize the prescription and hurry up."

　　 How can I recite it so well? This is a complicated Old Arandis language, and Manda only learned a little bit from Quinta.

　　 After reading it hard, Manda graciously smiled and said, "Can I take this parchment paper out? Give me two days, and I will definitely be able to memorize it."

"You can't take anything from the cave that doesn't belong to you, otherwise I will leave you here forever, maybe your people, maybe your corpse!" Portia became very vicious, and Manda didn't dare To say it more, after reading it a few times, I managed to write down the spell.

Sphinx is still urging outside the cave, Portia has packed Manda's bags~www.readwn.com~ Go, stupid boy, if you want to live longer, don't mention me in front of anyone, Don't even mention what I taught you. "

　　 Manda nodded, and as soon as he walked to the entrance of the cave, he heard the old witch exhort: "Unless the earl's permission, never try to escape, unless you have the strength to defeat him."

　　 After finishing speaking, the old witch threw out her cane and sent Manda down the mountain.

　　 Seeing that Manda's cheeks have been rounded a lot, the Lion Girl couldn't help but squeeze: "Be careful, you have gained weight. It seems Portia is very good to you."

　　 Manda made no sound. The Lioness waved her wings. Just about to pick him up, she heard Manda say, "Can you let me lie on your back, just once!"

　　 The lion girl frowned and said: "Why?"

　　 "Because, I think I am brave, I deserve your reward."

　　 Manda really couldn't find a better reason. He didn't expect the Lion Girl to actually lie in front of him.

　　 "Come on, don't touch it."

　　 Manda climbed onto the back of the Sphinx and rubbed the fur on her back with her cheek.

Sphinx felt a little itchy, she smiled, and took Manda to fly. When she left the ground, Manda immediately took out the parchment in her rucksack and quickly wrote with a quill pen dipped in ink. The prescription.

　　 must be written down, otherwise it will be forgotten in a while.

　　 is written in Chinese, so the earl can't find out that some memorable content is only to the main point, and the places that are not easy to memorize are written down in Chinese by imitating the pronunciation.

　　 Sphinx took Manda around the valley and flew into the gate of the castle. Manda quickly packed the paper and pen and followed the Sphinx to the earl's room.

　　 The familiar harp sound came from the room.

　　Earl, I really woke up.