Give Me the Name of God

Late at night, the poet was checking the drawings of new weapons. A maid came into the room and brought broth to the poet.

The poet was not in the habit of eating late night snacks. He raised his head and looked at the maid and asked, What's your name?

The maid lowered her head and said, My name is Luo Lian.

The poet nodded and said, Luo Lian, that's a nice name. Why haven't I seen you before?

I just came to the stronghold today, Lord Silva...

Before the maid finished speaking, the poet's wife Bedona suddenly walked in: Who asked you to come? What do you want to do?

The maid was startled and stepped back in fright. The poet explained for her: I was hungry, so I asked the kitchen to make some broth, and Silva sent her to deliver it.

This explanation obviously does not satisfy Bedona. Bedona knows that the poet does not have the habit of eating late night snacks, not to mention that they have their own house and their own chef. What a delicious broth, and they have to trouble the main house to make it for him. Do you still have to send it to him?

The girl looked so pitiful, and Bedona didn't want to embarrass her anymore. She pouted, sat on the poet's lap, and coquettishly said: How long are you going to stay here? I've been waiting for you. you!

The poet touched Bedona's face and said softly: Wait a little longer, there are still some details that need to be processed.

Bedona struggled for a while and found that the poet was determined to complete the drawing, so she had no choice but to give up.

She understands the poet's temperament. When he wants to do something, don't stop him easily. He will not show irritation on his face, but will write disgust in his heart.

It was obvious that the poet already disliked her, so she wisely left the room.

But she saw that the maid still refused to leave, which made her even more angry.

What are you still waiting for here?

Before the maid could speak, the poet spoke to the maid first: Go to the kitchen and bring me some sausages. I want sausages made by the cook herself.

Bedona left angrily. She hated the maid. Although the poet might not have anything happen to her, even if it did, it wouldn't be a big deal.

But she had been with the poet for two years, and now she didn't even have a child. She was really anxious. She knew the poet's status in the mountains, and she was worried that her position was unstable.

Halfway through the journey, Bedona suddenly stopped. The more she thought about the maid, the more she felt something was wrong.

No, I can't help them. I have to tell her to get out immediately. If she doesn't leave, I'll whip her with a whip. She looks so attractive that my heart is beating wildly when I look at it.

Just as Bedona was about to turn around, she suddenly saw the maid behind her.

You want to... Bedona was so frightened that she was about to shout, but her mouth was blocked by the maid's lips.

Bedona didn't have time to resist...she didn't really want to resist either.

Her hand was originally raised high in fear, but slowly lowered it as the other person kissed her.

When the kiss ended, Bedona's eyes drooped, her eyes rolled up, her knees were slightly bent, and she stood there with difficulty as if she had lost a bone.

Beautiful madam, go back to your room and rest. The maid gave a simple order.

Bedona nodded and walked back to her room with heavy steps.

Convinced that no one would disturb him anymore, the maid quietly returned to the poet's room, having already locked her prey.

But the room was empty, and the poet didn't know where to go.

The maid rolled her eyes and looked carefully at the wheelchair sign on the floor.

There were many marks on the ground, and she didn't know which one was left recently. This was the first time she had seen the poet, and she was not familiar with his temperament. She couldn't guess what he was going to do when he went out late at night, and she didn't know whether he would leave. how long.

The maid didn't dare to take risks and wanted to leave right away, but she found many drawings on the table.

This was exactly the purpose of her approach to the poet. She wanted to figure out the topography of Qixing Mountain and the layout of every building and road, especially the layout of defense facilities.

Especially the first drawing on the table, which showed the defense facilities on the city. After just one glance, the maid could no longer take her eyes away. For these things, no matter how big the risk is, it is worth taking.

She has two choices. One is to steal these drawings directly, but doing so is equivalent to placing all bets on these drawings. The poet will be the first to suspect her, order her arrest, and Strictly guard against everyone, and other Aphrodite believers who sneak into Seven Star Mountain will also lose the opportunity to detect the news.

For the maid, escaping from Qixing Mountain may not be difficult, but sneaking into Qixing Mountain took a lot of hard work. In the end, she only got a few blueprints, which felt a bit unworthy.

Memorize the drawing? That's impossible, Aphrodite's followers don't have this ability, but she has another way.

She took out a pearl from her skirt. When being examined in the bath, Eudora was affected by her skills and relaxed her guard, failing to discover the pearl.

She held the pearl and rolled it slowly on the drawing. The pearl was like a camera, recording the content of the drawing.

After memorizing a drawing, the maid looked around, and her intuition told her that the poet would not come back soon, so she picked up the next drawing...

Before the poet comes back, it is best to record all the drawings and then put them back as they are to ensure that he will not find them.

It doesn't matter even if you find out, I just accidentally messed up the drawings, I'm just a maid, I don't understand anything, act like a baby, shed some tears, let him hit you twice, kiss me, what else is wrong? Inexcusably, how could a follower of Hephaestus resist Aphrodite's temptation?

The maid was very confident in herself. After recording the second drawing, she picked up the third drawing...

The poet was sitting in a wheelchair, parked on the hillside, silently staring at the light in his room.

Worm stood on the left side of the wheelchair: I didn't mean that I just set off from Crispy Rock Mountain three days ago, so why are we here today? Even if we travel day and night, it will still be at least half a month's journey.

Manda stood on the right side of the wheelchair: I don't understand either. Maybe this is Aphrodite's advanced skill. Maybe she can also travel through the underworld.

The poet said: Catch her, and then slowly torture her, wouldn't you know?

Manda looked at the poet: Those drawings of yours don't matter, do they?

The poet laughed and said: Those are all graffiti. I admit that some inspirations are good, but if something is built according to those drawings, it will definitely lead to disaster.

Manda nodded: Then let's do it.

Three days ago, after Manda discovered that Aphrodite's followers had escaped, he immediately issued an order to Qixing Mountain, asking them to strictly inspect every outside believer.

Cerdan can reproduce the appearance of the believer and travel through the underworld with Manda to intercept the carriage.

Two days ago, they stopped the carriage that the believer was riding in, but did not find the believer. The coachman remembered that she got on the carriage, but did not know why he allowed her to get on the carriage, nor did he know when she got off. .

Manda was shocked and hurried back to Qixing Mountain and ordered the city gate to be closed and no one was allowed to enter.

However, Che Erdan made a detailed analysis. The area of ​​Qixing Mountain is too large, and it is impossible to achieve absolute closure. At least the entry and exit of patrol teams must be ensured, and the transportation of various materials must be ensured. And this Aphrodite Special believers can use all means to sneak in, and almost no one can resist her charm.

The method of closing the city gate is not advisable, but Manda discovered one thing in other scenes that appeared in Che Erdan.

The wizards were very perfunctory in their inspection of the followers of the God of Beauty, and the soldiers were also very perfunctory in their inspections. Even Chuyt was very perfunctory, but Che Erdan himself was very serious. Unfortunately, this sixth-level believer escaped Che Erdan. , it was Chuitt who was responsible for checking her.

Manda believed that Che Erdan was immune to the charm of the God of Beauty. He seemed to have read similar records somewhere.

As long as it is recorded in writing, it cannot escape Worm's memory. Manda told Worm about the matter, and Worm immediately remembered an ancient book. There was a passage praising Aphrodite in it, and one of them said: All the gods were unable to resist Aphrodite's temptations, except Athena, Demeter (goddess of the hearth) and Artemis (goddess of the hunt).

Manda made a bold guess. The believers of these three gods were enough to resist Aphrodite's temptation.

Based on this bold speculation, Manda made a bold plan. The rose angel Verloc was a believer of the goddess of hunting, and asked him to invite the believers of Aphrodite first.

The great butler Silva is a believer of the Kitchen God and asked him to settle the followers of Aphrodite.

Manda thought she would appear more than ten days later, but unexpectedly, she appeared on the third day.

She came to Qixing Mountain as an ordinary person and gave herself a name called Luo Lian. As for the man who claimed to be her husband, after being tortured afterwards, it was found that he was just a second-level believer conquered by the magic of charm. .

Either don't take action, or do it without giving the other party a chance. Catching a sixth-level believer is not easy, and Manda really wants to know her intentions. Next, it depends on the target she chooses.

She chose a poet, which was a bit troublesome. The followers of Hephaestus could not resist her temptation, but they could remain moderately sober during the temptation, because their gods had been greened, so they could feel the pain.

Facts have proved that Manda's guess was correct. Verloc recognized the follower of Aphrodite at a glance, and Silva also saw her identity. They were not tempted and successfully completed the task.

The poet controlled himself and successfully lured her into the hook, and then it was time to kill her.

The opponent is a sixth-level believer. Traps alone may not be enough, and Manda alone may not be enough either.

The poet is not good at fighting. Silva and Verok are of too low a level to fight against sixth-level believers. Manda also needs a helper.

There is also a person who can resist temptation because he is not a human being in the ordinary sense, he is a bug.

When everything was ready, the poet sighed softly and said: Poor my wife, she will definitely be frightened, I have to compensate her well.

Manda smiled and said, Buy her some good jewelry, and I'll pay for it.

The poet clapped his hands twice and watched the changes in his room quietly.

In the room, the maid was excitedly recording the sixth drawing.

Aphrodite's voice suddenly came to my ears: Get out of here!

Before the maid could react, the floor beneath her feet suddenly collapsed and she fell into the pool below.

No, it smells wrong, it’s not a pool, it’s an oil pool!

The maid screamed and saw the candlestick on the table fell down and fell into the oil pool.