Give Me the Name of God

A sack is placed in front of Heram, Manda says it is a money bag, and it is a money bag.

There are more than 40,000 copper coins inside, which is actually just more than four gold coins. But if one person wants to count more than 40,000 copper coins, it may take a whole day.

Seeing Helam's hard work in counting, Manda ordered the law enforcement officer: Hurry up and help the Viscount count!

After seeing Khamis's head, the law enforcement officers no longer dared to be arrogant in front of Manda. Seventeen law enforcement officers surrounded the sack and counted with Hram. Manda continued to eat. After eating and drinking, he took another nap. When he woke up, Hram said that he had finished counting, and the total was 46,791 copper coins.

Manda nodded and was about to say a few words of praise when he suddenly saw Eudora shaking her head and saying, It's forty-six thousand, seven hundred and ninety-three copper coins.

Nonsense! Manda said angrily, You just said it was ninety-one!

Eudora stuck out her tongue and said, I remembered it wrong.

I think your skin is itchy. I wonder if I won't teach you a lesson. Manda turned to Hram and said, I can't remember how many there are. Please count them again.

…

Late at night, after sending away the insane Heram, Manda called Bigda.

How many thieves do you have?

Bigda answered honestly: There are more than 200 pickpockets, more than 100 people working as bodyguards and thugs, and some girls doing that business, totaling about 500 people.

More than five hundred people... Manda frowned. He didn't hate other trades, but the pickpocket trade made him extremely disgusted. He wanted to chop up all the two hundred people, but he was afraid of offending Hull. Moss.

Hermes is the patron saint of thieves. Killing the thieves is equivalent to killing his followers, but leaving them all in the south of the city is worrying that there will be chaos in the future. After thinking about it, Manda came up with a good idea.

From these five hundred people, select some who are in good health, can fight, are fast, and brave, and find a place to settle them. The remaining ones who are useless, give them a few silver coins, and let them live. They left the south of the city to find a way to make a living.

Although he did not understand Manda's intention, Bigda did not dare to disobey him at all. He only asked: What should those girls do?

Girl... pick out some of the most beautiful ones and find a place to settle them. I will send someone to deal with them.

Bigda nodded in agreement, and Manda warned: Things must be done secretly.

…

Two days later, General Longesen invited Manda to the general's residence. He drank a few glasses of wine and chatted about yesterday's events.

My nephew seems to have suffered a lot from you. Longerson said directly.

I want to be friends with your nephew, but the first step is to eliminate the misunderstanding between us. Your nephew has a deep misunderstanding of me, so I have to take some special measures. Manda answered tactfully.

Longerson asked again: I heard that you also killed the thief Khamis?

This time Manda answered simply: That man deserves to be killed, he broke too many laws.

Do you want to kill all the thieves?

That's impossible, Manda shook his head. The thieves industry has been around since the day there were people. I never thought about eradicating them completely, but at least let Chengnan live a stable life.

Longsen was silent for a moment, then suddenly showed a smile: Well done, if Heram could be half as good as you, I wouldn't be so disappointed with Rang. If he dares to trouble you again in the future, I'll just beat him with a whip. He just said it was my order.

Manda stood up and saluted: Thank you for your love.

After drinking a few more drinks, Longerson reminded Manda: Khamis had close contacts with many nobles. His death is a serious loss to some people. Those people may cause trouble for you. You must careful.

Manda heard the words and said: I have also heard some rumors. It is said that many nobles have accepted bribes from Khamis. I think these rumors are unreliable. How can the nobles in the royal capital get involved with a bandit? Even if there is indeed some connection, I guess they don’t dare to admit it.”

Longesen said with approval: You're right, they don't dare to admit it, it's time to punish their greed, but I don't want you to be tied down by these trivial things. There are still many important tasks waiting for you in the future. You go and finish it.”

Manda asked in a low voice: Is it about God's Punisher?

Longerson nodded, then sighed: There is something I have always wanted to tell you. Alisan, the murderer who assassinated you twice, escaped from death row last night.

Manda was startled when he heard this. This thing was reasonable, but also unexpected.

After catching Alisan, with a little use, he can become a powerful weapon to punish the God's Punisher. But the king locked him up, not daring to use him, not wanting to kill him, and not willing to let him go. Then the outcome was already doomed, either waiting for him to escape or waiting for him to die of old age in prison.

Unexpectedly, because you didn't expect the other party to run so fast, how many days have you been locked up?

Forget it, this is not something you should worry about after all.

Longgesen added a glass of wine to Manda and said earnestly: You have also seen the situation in the royal capital. The arrogant God's Punisher has taken away most of the king's power. If we don't take action, the entire kingdom will be destroyed by God sooner or later. The punisher steals. Your Majesty values ​​you very much. In the future, you will...

Listening to Longson's endless talk, Mandal tried his best to stifle the yawn on his lips.

After chatting from noon to dusk, Manda left the general's mansion and started to wander around the royal capital in a carriage.

This is a very dangerous act, and Manda knows that the Punisher is spying on him.

But Manda must understand the situation in the royal capital as soon as possible, otherwise if a major change occurs, Manda may not even be able to find an escape route.

…

In Buckon's mansion, Alisan, who was covered in bruises, was brought to Buckon.

The moment he saw Buckon, Alisan knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

My Lord Bishop, I have failed you.

Don't say that, kid, you are suffering, Bucken helped Alisan up and said softly, rest here for a few days first, and then go to Huadong City to take up his post after he recovers.

Alisan couldn't believe his ears. When things got to this point, he didn't expect Bucken to want him to become a deacon.

Sir, I think I am not qualified...

Don't say such stupid things. You have tried your best, and I will never break my promise.

Bucken helped Alisan sit down and asked: There's just one thing I don't understand. You've cut Kretsch Monchik's neck. Why can he still survive?

Alisang looked a little excited: Sir, you must not believe it. I not only cut his neck, but also almost chopped off his head, but his body, body...

Ali Sang suddenly choked, the acid in his stomach rose up layer by layer, stuck in his throat, and his whole body began to convulse violently.

This is the latest spell developed by Manda. He left a messenger on Alisan. This messenger can not only report Alisan's location to Manda, but also prevent Alisan from saying things he shouldn't say.

After twitching for a while, Alisan calmed down. When Bucken asked similar questions again, Alisan fell into convulsions again.

Bucken gave up, unable to get any valuable information from Allison. After sitting for a while, Bucken ordered someone to take Alisan back to his room to rest. Alisan stood up and thanked Bucken. As soon as he walked to the door, he suddenly smelled a strong scent of the God's Punishment Warrior.

Behind him, Bucken took off his robe and took off the mail under the robe.

This smell comes from Buck'n, but everyone says that Buck'n is not a God's Punishment Warrior. Could it be that...

Alisan was still thinking about the origin of the smell, when he suddenly heard Bucken say in a deep voice: Liu Yan.

As soon as the words fell, a beam of flame burned from Alisan's ankle to the top of his head.

The monk who was supporting him quickly hid aside and looked numbly at everything in front of him. Alisang didn't have time to let out a wailing cry and turned into a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye.

Bucken put on his mail armor again and picked up the wine glass.

Not far from his mansion, Manda opened the curtain of the carriage and asked, Whose mansion is this? It's really magnificent.

Chuwitt said: This is the residence of Bishop Bucken.

Bishop Bucken, no wonder. Manda smiled. Just now, the messenger sent the final news: Alisan was dead.