Give Me the Name of God

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Guatel stayed in the temple for three full days, drinking a can of water and eating two loaves of bread every day, basically not sleeping.

He spent half a day exploring all the patterns on the four golden balls, but for the next two and a half days, he could not solve any puzzles on the golden balls, and he couldn't even find a clue.

Perhaps this kind of precise calculation is not suitable for Guatel. Manda is good at calculation, but Guatel always refuses to tell Manda the calculation method.

"This is not an algorithm that you can master, only the rules of Vulcan. This is the glory of the craftsman. Solving the puzzle left by the previous craftsman is a life-and-death conversation between craftsmen!"

On the fourth day, Guatell began to stop eating.

On the fifth day, Guatel didn't even drink any water.

At first, Manda admired Guatel's concentration and obsession, but now he realized that things were not that simple. He called the poet over, and if he didn't take any action, Guatel might die.

"The puzzle is a goblin that tortures the craftsman," the poet smiled, "forcing him to eat and let him sleep well."

With the poet's encouragement, Guatel ate something, and Pluto brought a pitcher, and Manda instructed him to mix some herbs in the water.

Manda waited at the entrance of the temple, and Pluto came to him and whispered: "He might not want to drink it. The taste of this medicine is very light, but it is somewhat salty. Guatel has a very good tongue. He must be able to taste it. come out."

Manda looked at Guatel in the temple and shook his head: "Don't worry, you can drink it. Now he can't taste anything."

As Manda expected, Guatel drank all of the water. He wanted to continue to study the puzzle on the golden ball, but he just collapsed on the ground together.

"Let him sleep," the poet looked at Guatel's drawings and sighed lightly. "It is indeed a complicated puzzle. Let me replace him."

"I believe you won't let me down." Manda looked at the four golden **** with a strange light in his eyes.

I really look forward to it, I really want to see what's inside, it feels like 10,000 ants have crawled into my heart.

Manda subconsciously placed his hand on the golden ball, his fingers slowly hardening.

"Don't be impulsive, sir," the poet saw Manda's anomaly, "don't ruin everything at the last minute, give it to me, in three days, I can unlock at least one golden ball."

Three days later, the poet began to sleep, drink, or eat, and his condition was worse than Guatel.

What kind of puzzle is this? Why can you drive an excellent craftsman crazy?

The poet also refused to disclose the calculation method: "Let the followers of other gods master the method to solve the mystery. This is a serious blasphemy against Hephaestus. Guatel and I will be severely punished for this, and we will become blind. Duck, it will even die for it, and our family will be cursed for it."

The god’s temperament was elusive, and Manda dared not ask any more questions. After another two days, the poet and Guatl were both on the verge of collapse. Although Manda wanted to open the golden ball very much, he announced a timeout considering the physical condition of the two. The puzzle is solved.

But Guatel couldn't stop and drove him out, he would sneak back and lock him, and there was no lock he couldn't open.

The poet is still sober, he thought of a way: "It is impossible to solve this mystery by your and my strength alone. We have to pray to the **** of fire. I believe that the **** of fire will give a hint, or we can get the **** of fire. Yes, pass the algorithm to the owner of the house."

Guatel accepted the poet's suggestion, and under the idol of Hephaestus, he fell asleep without even reciting a prayer.

After waking up, Guatel sneaked into the temple again and continued to explore the golden ball, but the poet was very pious. He firmly believed that Vulcan would hear his prayers and would give him enlightenment.

Hephaestus, the **** of fire, did hear his prayer, which made him very annoyed.

"Fool, what's the problem? Even if you can't figure it out, why don't you go find a follower of Hermes?"

He knows the answer to the riddle, but he cannot give the poet an oracle, because his voice will be heard by another god.

"Stupid child, why is Bilal so smarter than you?" Hephaestus sighed, lame, and came to the workshop. From the fire, he saw the poet who was praying and the melon. Tell, saw the three golden **** in front of Guatel.

He only saw three, and the fourth golden ball did not appear in his sight.

"The things that belong to Hermes will be returned to him after all. No one can stop it." Hephaestus looked at the Tianhou Palace in the distance, and Nymph Sandier took a necklace of Hera from the palace. Came out.

Hera asked to exchange this necklace for two thousand pearls. Sandil knew something was going to happen. She had always wanted to see Hermes, but Hermes was not in the palace. Not only was He not, but Pan was not there, God of Yin and Yang. Hemaphrodites was also not there, only a group of nymphs remained in the palace.

"You want to change two thousand pearls?" Ley Luoya seemed to be embarrassed, "but this necklace is not worth so much."

"It's not worth it!" Sandil was trying to find an excuse to push this business away. She didn't want Hera to gain so much power at once.

"How about 1,500?"

"One can't be less." Sandil took the necklace and turned around. If Hera was to blame, she would pass it on to Hermes. Hera was talking about two thousand pearls anyway.

"Wait a minute," Lei Luoya shouted, "you leave the necklace and I will get the pearl."

Sandil frowned and said, "Don't be foolish, watch out for the whip of the **** of commerce."

"If you want to call the person in charge of order, don’t call it wrong. You have followed him for a long time, knowing that he doesn’t like to use whips. Before he left, he gave orders. Try not to refuse the Queen’s request. Two thousand pearls. I gave it. !"

Sandil took the pearl and said with a tangled expression: "When will the order be in charge of returning?"

"I don't know, this is not something I should be concerned about either."

Sandil carried the pearl bag, walked two steps, and suddenly folded it back.

"I need two hundred pearls, to be good."

Lei Luoya surprised: "What do you use in exchange?"

"Borrowed, I will pay you back soon."

"This makes me embarrassed, I might really get a whip for it."

Sandil whispered: "I give interest, and you won't suffer."

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Five days later, the haggard poet and Guatle sat under the statue of Hermes and compromised with Manda.

They can't solve the puzzle, and there is only one way left for Manda to violently destroy the golden ball.

In fact, Manda can wait for a while. Medusa's head is still incomplete. The first contract has not been completed, and the second contract is not yet known. The conditions for promotion are still far away.

But now the poet strongly asks Manda to open the golden ball. As long as the puzzle on the golden ball exists for one day, he and Guatell will not be able to return to normal life. Before long, they will be driven to death by the puzzle.

Manda tangled in the temple for a whole day. According to normal people's thinking, he shouldn't risk such precious sacrifices anyway.

But Manda finally agreed to the poet’s request. Not only was he worried about the health of the poet and Guatell, but he couldn’t restrain his curiosity. This curiosity made him come to the temple every night and imagine that he would split the golden ball. It seemed that once he almost did it, and in the end he even forced Medusa to tie his hands with a belt.

He is curious what the golden skeleton balance looks like? What are the functions? He is curious how long the Tianhe Ruler is? Is it possible to measure the length of Tianhe?

Can these two things be weapons? Can balance and ruler fight? What is the third weapon? What does it look like?

What made him most curious was what was in the fourth golden ball? Manda has a hunch that the fourth golden ball contains the most precious things, and its value far exceeds the other three golden balls, and it will even directly realize the dream of immortality.

It's too tempting, I can't resist it, and I can smell the alluring fragrance through the golden ball.

Can't wait any longer. Since the poet and Guatel have nothing to do, and they are going crazy, doing so can be considered as protecting their family, why not do it?

Of course, Manda is still sensible, and he can't ruin the sacrifice because of curiosity. He is fully prepared for this.

First, he had to do a few drills. He asked the poet to make an imitation out of wood. According to the rules of the puzzle, the poet made a wooden ball out of eleven pieces of wood, and put a few bones in the wooden ball.

Manda cut off the top of the wooden ball with his fingers, and the wooden ball quickly twisted and collapsed, squeezing the bones inside.

The whole process only takes less than three breaths, which is more than five seconds. If you hand fast, you may be able to **** things out, but Manda doesn't know what the things in the golden ball look like.

What does the gold skeleton balance look like? How old? Multiple? Is there any hard bones? Don't be crushed in two seconds.

Moreover, according to the poet's estimation, the twisting speed of the golden ball will be faster than that of the wooden ball. It is certainly not safe to bet on the speed alone.

The poet designed a counter-twisting sleeve for this purpose, fixed on the outside of the wooden ball, restraining the rotation of the wooden ball, and waiting for Manda to cut off the top of the wooden ball again, and the wooden ball began to twist after ten breaths (half a minute). , Squeezed the bones after fifty breaths.

Time is enough, but what should I do if the contents of the golden ball are too heavy and cannot be taken out by then.

He asked Guatle to make a lever to do hoisting equipment, and let a dozen of them stay outside to make final emergency preparations.

Manda raised his fingers, took a deep breath, and chose the place to start.

Don't cut too deep, or it will hurt the sacrifice inside, and don't cut too shallow, or you won't be able to reach the inner cavity of the golden ball.

Should the poet calculate the thickness of the spherical shell first? From the weight and volume, he should be able to make a rough judgment.

Forget it, just cut it a little bit shallower. If you don't make a cut, make another cut. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

Seeing that his finger was about to touch the wall of the ball, Guatell suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute, Vulcan has given a revelation, the first number is seventeen!"

The poet immediately said: "The sixth number is nine."

"The thirteenth number is two!"

"The nineteenth number is twenty-five!"

"You two idiots, why are you so stupid!" Guatel repeated Hephaestus' oracle in the original text.

The poet looked embarrassed and said: "Tell Hermes believers about the algorithm. All Golden Globe algorithms are the same. He will definitely find the answer."

In the Vulcan Palace on Olympia, Hephaestus ended the oracle, wiped off his sweat, and muttered to himself: "You didn't hear it, you must have not heard it."

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