Give Me the Name of God

Manda lay in Portia's cave for five full days, the corpse cave that everyone hated as the best refuge.

There is no task here, and there is no need to be on duty. He eats, sleeps, reads, and takes notes every day. Manda gradually regained his normal life.

There are many things to remember recently, the most important thing is that he confirmed the name of his natal god and accomplished an important goal.

My natal god is Hermes, the son of Zeus, the king of the gods, and Maia, the goddess of wind and rain. Messenger of...

His business is really complicated! Manda sighed, but it was true that the god of life did not notice, and continued to write on the parchment:

He is one of the Twelve Lord Gods. As his believer, I have to reach the eighth level to obtain eternal life, and I must also find the artifact. I don't know what the artifact is yet.

After describing the basic situation, according to Manda's habit, the pros and cons are analyzed next.

Favorable conditions:

1. At present, I can use the first-level skills relatively proficiently. Last night, I dreamed that the first scale was almost filled, and it was still one-fifth short.

2. Developed the three extended functions behind the skills, able to see the value of language, the value of people, and the value of certain behaviors.

3. The physical quality has been further strengthened, not only the speed and strength have been greatly improved, but also the recovery ability has become extremely fast, the trauma has healed, and there is no scar left on the face.

Adverse conditions:

1. The hints given by the natal gods are getting less and less, which is also understandable, the gods are very busy, especially the main god who has a lot of business.

2. There is no way to advance to the second level, and there is no clue at all.

3. My body is recovering too quickly, the old witch wants to drive me away, the happy days are coming to an end...

As soon as I wrote this, I saw Portia looking at herself with disgust.

How long do you want to stay here?

You fickle woman, I have done many things for you! Manda picked up a deer ear flower, I have helped you identify many herbs, this herb is fake, and this sack of herbs is all fake ! I can see it at a glance!

I know it's fake. Portia snatched the herb and threw it back into the sack. Keep it, this thing also has some medicinal properties, and other medicinal properties.

Manda doesn't understand the properties of medicine, but he understands the value. This bag of fake medicine is worth no more than five copper coins. What kind of medicine can it have?

The reason why Portia refused to throw it away was because it was the medicinal material sent back by the old Yaman himself. No one would have thought that it was the last time the two of them met.

I don't know what kind of past there was between them, but Portia would always sigh every time she saw this bag of herbs.

The feeling of loss won't last long, because she still has a lot of work to do.

In the past three days, 20 or 30 corpses were sent over every day. According to the number of casualties, the war had already begun, but Manda didn't feel the atmosphere of the war, nor heard any news about the war.

He picked up a knife, disemboweled the corpse, removed the organs, and then moved the corpse to the entrance of the cave with a small bag of corpse powder beside him.

After finishing all this work, Manda habitually looked at a wooden box, which contained the eyeballs of the dead.

Manda was not interested in eyeballs, but the box was always shining with golden light. When the old witch opened the wooden box, Manda glanced inside, and a large piece of gold coins fell from before her eyes. Before she could count them, the old witch took another The box is closed.

There are too many secrets hidden in this old lady, no wonder the Earl's eyes never appeared in her cave, maybe the disgust of corpses is not the main reason.

Yesterday's corpse had just been processed, and today's corpse was brought over again. Yudora, the harpies, stood at the entrance of the cave and said, My little one, can you walk?

Manda was lying on the bed, thinking about how to answer, but Portia spoke for him: He has broken several bones, and he won't be able to walk this month.

Yes, I want to go in and have a chat with him. Just as Yudora took a step inside, a group of flies suddenly pounced on her face, frightening Yudora to flap her wings vigorously.

It's so cold, these damned flies are still alive! Portia came to Yudora and said with a sinister smile, I have a poison here that can kill all the flies, do you want to try it? Give it a try?

Udora took a few steps back, then smiled at Manda: Little guy, I'll come to see you another day.

It was true that Udora had gone far away, and Manda began to help the old witch clean up the corpse. This time, they had a good harvest. They found more than 70 silver coins and a piece of parchment on the body of a male corpse.

The man's face was bloody and mutilated, but the handwriting on the letter was still clear. The letter was addressed to his wife. He called her Honey, and My Honey appeared eleven times in just one page. , Manda can even smell the sweetness between pen and ink.

He told his wife that he had saved enough to buy her a long dress.

There are very few people who can read in this era. Looking at his neat handwriting, it proves that he has received a good education. Manda really can't figure out why he wants to join the Marquis' army.

What a man! Portia sighed, threw the letter into the fire, and shared the silver coins with Manda.

You don't have to be so polite, I just helped a little. Manda returned the silver coin to Portia.

Portia touched Manda's face: Stop pretending, I know you are greedy for money, every time you perform a mission, all you want is money.

What else can I want but money? No matter what I have, the Earl can take it away at any time, Manda sighed. It's the same with money. It may be taken away before I spend it all, and in this valley There is nowhere to spend money.

There are still places to spend money. I can teach you a way to spend money.

Since you have money to spend, I will give it to you. Manda sincerely handed the silver coins to Portia.

Alright, I'll buy you something. The old witch counted out twenty silver coins and put them on the altar, then lit a candle.

Manda was taken aback. This is the altar of the wizard goddess Circe. Portia is the only person in the Valley of Resentment who doesn't believe in Typhon (without considering the two youngsters). It is not a purely dependent relationship, but more like a special cooperative relationship.

These are not the point, the point is why can silver coins be used for sacrifices? Although twenty silver coins can buy a rich sacrifice, isn't it too vulgar to pay directly?

And how to sacrifice silver coins? Burned?

The old witch took out a clay pot and sprinkled the mercury on the silver coins.

Flowing silver meets immovable silver, guess what will happen? The old witch shrugged her eyebrows, and Manda quickly hid in the distance.

Although Manda doesn't know much about chemistry, he knows that mercury and silver will not react chemically. Silver will dissolve in mercury and become amalgam (an alloy of silver and mercury), but no matter what it turns into, mercury is It is highly toxic.

After sprinkling the quicksilver, the old witch took snake tooth grass, sand butterfly silk and tuman root, pounded them into powder and sprinkled them on the quicksilver.

All the silver coins and quicksilver on the table turned into thick smoke, and Manda hid further away.

The old witch also hid in the distance, until the smoke cleared, the candle flame trembled violently and was almost extinguished, and the originally gloomy cave was covered with another layer of frost.

Manda's teeth were chattering, and he felt something come in.

what is that?

Can't you see? The old witch smiled sinisterly, Don't you even have a first-level skill?

I haven't entered yet.

The old witch ignored Manda and silently looked at the statue above the altar, as if looking at an old friend.

Can you see the gods on the altar with a first-level skill? My first level skill seems to only recognize money.

Manda made a cross-eyed look at the altar, which scared him so much that he almost sat on the ground.

Sitting on the altar was a woman in her thirties, with fiery red robes, long fiery red hair, and fiery red oil paint and rouge on her pale face. The whole face was coquettish and strange, as if drawn with a brush.

What do you want, old man!

That woman can talk!

That depends on what you have. Portia responded with a smile.