Give Me the Name of God

Manda repeatedly talked about the cause and serious consequences of the incident, but Worm did not give up the idea of ​​the tavern at all.

We have to guard the tavern. This is the earl's order. I will report to the earl immediately. You can't leave the tavern until I come back!

Worm flew away, and Manda immediately packed up his things and ran out of the tavern. Just after running two steps, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ankle. He squatted down and found a bunch of silk thread wrapped around his ankle.

This is Worm's worm thread, which has been strangled into the flesh. Manda picked it up with a knife a few times but failed to pick it out. She wanted to cut it off with her golden fingers, but she was afraid that she would cut off her own foot too.

He tried to take two steps away from the tavern, and the worm thread became tighter and tighter, and took two steps closer to the tavern, but the worm thread remained tight.

What a bookworm, I really didn't expect him to have such a means, he is really a good bug who looks after the house.

Manda limped back to the tavern, and saw through the candlestick that there were fine and dense worm threads everywhere on the door, window, counter, and wine barrels, especially on the door, which almost formed a net, and there were still The hole where Manda broke through the door, the outline of the figure is very clear.

I don't know how many worms have been stained on my body. Manda knows how powerful the worms are, and it is impossible to clean them up by herself, so she can only wait for Worm to come back.

He closed the gate early, curled up next to the wine barrel, held the pendant of danger and prayed to Hermes all night.

There are tablecloths, candles and offerings at hand. If the Omen Pendant becomes hot, Manda still has the last way to ask for help from the old goat man through offering sacrifices. Although there is a high probability that he will not help, it is better than sitting and waiting for death .

Perhaps the gods really heard Manda's prayer, and nothing happened that night. After dawn, Worm flew back. Manda couldn't say anything, rushed up and hit her head and face, Worm fought back hard, fought for a long time, Worm Laughed suddenly.

What are you laughing at? Are you going to shed your skin again? Is shedding so happy?

Worm laughed and said, The Count told us not to worry. Gaisak didn't care about such trivial matters. He thought it was a very smart idea for you to do business with the Viscount. It's just that sixteen silver coins are too cheap. My wine should be sold more expensive.

Manda stood on the table, looked straight at Worm and said, You didn't hide anything from the count, did you? You beat up the tax collectors and almost killed them. Did you tell the count all these things?

How could I deceive the Earl? He praised us, and he said we did a good job. Worm took back all the worms, entered the warehouse with a smile, and started brewing wine tirelessly.

Doing what you like, and getting the earl's appreciation, this tavern is heaven for Worm.

Manda couldn't understand the earl's thoughts. Beating the tax collectors was obviously a felony. Even if the viscount couldn't execute them, he should at least put them in a dungeon for decades.

Besides, it depends on the owner to beat a dog. The viscount didn't even react when the tax collector was beaten. What is the majesty of the lord of a place?

Are those two guys really not tax collectors? Or is there an unknown relationship between Viscount Gesek and the Earl?

It snowed heavily at dusk, and it was impossible to have guests in this kind of weather. Manda was about to close the door, but saw a group of people coming to the door against the wind and snow.

There were five of them in total, wearing thin linen blouses, dirty hats, and carrying heavy packages, they looked like refugees fleeing famine.

Manda was not in the mood to do business, and most of these people came to beg for food. Manda continued to close the door without raising her head, but saw Worm slipping out of the door with lightning speed.

Guests from afar, we have sweet wine and a warm firepit, come and sit inside.

Worm always had a smile on his face, and Manda suspected that the flesh on his face might have been dried. A man with brown hair came to the front, thanked Worm, and led the remaining four people into the lobby.

They sat around the firepit for a long time, but no one spoke. They were terribly frozen, and the hoarfrost on their beard and hair took a long time to recede.

Worm stood beside him patiently, waiting for them to order wine. A middle-aged man with brown hair and tendrils raised his head and said, Can you give us some bread?

Manda said coldly: Bread also costs money.

We have money. The man took out a dozen copper coins from his pocket, Wurm took them, roughly counted them, and took out three loaves of black bread from the warehouse.

The bread was so hard that the man couldn't break it, Worm lent him a knife, and he cut the bread into small pieces and distributed them to everyone.

Such rough bread is hard to swallow, just like a roll of toilet paper, you can chew part of it, but there is always something you can't chew.

Seeing everyone choking and coughing, Worm took the opportunity to start selling wine: Come and have a glass of delicious wine, it only costs five copper coins.

Manda said angrily: Who told you to lower the price without permission?

Worm whispered: They can't afford more money, and it's not a loss if they can sell five copper coins.

Worm miscalculated this time, they still had money, but they didn't want alcohol.

The brown-haired man said to Worm: We want to stay here for one night, just one room.

Worm was taken aback, he was a little disappointed, the wine was not sold, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to do business.

Forty coppers for a room.

Worm quoted the price, and Manda waited to see the surprised expression on the other side's face. This price was not cheap.

The brown-haired man looked at the others. They fumbled for the money bag, scraped together forty copper coins, and handed them to Worm.

This made Manda a little surprised. There are many inns in the town. Twenty copper coins can find a place to spend a night on the water. Thirty copper coins can find a pretty good room. There are very few people without drinking. I would choose to live in a tavern, just like no one would go to a bar to stay, the price/performance ratio is too low.

Unless there is a possibility, they want to avoid God's Punisher.

Manda can't smell the believers of the ancient gods on them, why should they avoid the God of Punisher? Manda couldn't think of a reason.

Worm didn't think too much about it, collected the money, counted it, and said to everyone: Please follow me to the second floor.

The brown-haired man stood up and followed Worm up the stairs to the second floor, and the others followed.

In the middle of the night, sure there would be no more business, he closed the door of the tavern and went to the warehouse to make wine.

The next day, Manda hired a carriage early and went to Dunison's residence. The viscount's business was no longer important, and Manda only wanted to come to a conclusion, whether those two soldiers were the viscount's tax collectors.

This conclusion is very important to Manda, and it is related to whether they still have the possibility to live in Niujiao Town.

Dunison was not at home, and the servant told Manda that he went to the viscount's castle last night and did not return overnight.

Manda sat at the door and waited, from morning till dusk, before seeing the drunken figure of Dunison.

Although he staggered, but his mind was still clear, Dunison slapped the eighty silver coins in front of Manda, grinning and said: Congratulations, the Viscount likes your wine.

Manda's legs were weak with excitement, just like the examinee saw his name on the red list, he counted the silver coins one by one, not only the happiness of gaining but also the joy of accepting the rest of his life.

Order a decent set of clothes. I will take you to see the viscount before the new year and prepare more wine. The viscount thinks ten barrels are not enough.

Manda thanked him repeatedly, but before leaving, he couldn't help asking a question: If you don't want to drink, will anyone stay in the tavern?

Who would be so stupid? The things in the tavern are so expensive! Unless he is a heretic. Dunison hiccupped and looked at Manda with a little vigilance. He knew that the Earl's people were inseparable from heretics, but he I hope Manda won't bring him any more trouble.

What if they are not heretics? Manda firmly believed in her own judgment.

Dunison was taken aback, pondered for a moment and asked, Is there anything special about them?

They are very poor, their clothes are torn, and they have no valuables on them. They should be refugees fleeing famine. They have a leader. Those people respect him very much and listen to him.

What do you mean by respecting him?

Manda recalled carefully: He was always at the front, and when he didn't speak, others would not speak either. He distributed the food, and others were willing to give him the only money they had.

Does he always go ahead? Dunison's ears quivered. This message seemed very important.

Yes, every time. Manda thought back, and none of them had ever walked in front of the brown-haired man.

Do they wear hats?

Manda thought about it again: That's right, everyone wears hats.

Have you ever taken it off?

Manda shook his head: Never took it off.

Oops! Dunison suddenly sobered up, You may have encountered God's Punisher.