Give Me the Name of God

Damn profiteers, they just sat down and raised the price overnight, and it actually increased by 20 gold coins, which is equivalent to a farmer's half-life income.

He spent 50 gold coins in exchange for 173 volumes of ancient books. Even if Worm ate them one by one, it would take more than ten days.

And do we really want Worm to learn Tili language? Do you want him to help you decipher the ciphertext? Wouldn't he inform the Count?

What else do you want? Seeing Manda in a daze, the old goat man knocked on the altar impatiently.

I also want something, something that can please the witch and make the witch unable to refuse after seeing it. Manda almost forgot about Pluto.

How old are you? You just want to be with a witch...

It's not what you think. I want to buy her a gift that she can't refuse, and then help me... forget it. Manda stopped defending, language is too mysterious.

The old goat man took out a dark red stone: The Stone of Fragrance is a stone condensed from the sweat shed by Circe, the goddess of witchcraft, at a special moment. No witch can refuse that special fragrance, and it can make the witch The mana is increased by one-third, because it does not come from the will of the gods, so this stone has an expiration date and can be used for three years and is worth 23 gold coins.

Can 23 gold coins be exchanged for a pair of eyes? I'm afraid it's not enough, but it will at least allow the old witch to give Pluto a chance.

After the sacrifice, Manda went to the guest room on the front floor, opened the window, and enjoyed the New Year's sunshine. He looked down at the ruins of the temple and saw Campora's footprints in the snow yesterday, and saw Toca's blood.

This bastard shouldn't come today, he has to celebrate the New Year too.

There were some noises coming from next door. Toca woke up and was grabbing his mother's hair and drinking medicine in her arms.

Manda went over and took a look. The little guy recovered quickly, but he was almost out of medicine.

Ogg said: There is still some herbal foam left, at least it can last a little longer.

Today is the New Year, and I don't know if anyone is still doing business. I'll go to the town to try my luck. Manda pursed her lips and woke up the sleeping Worm.

I went to town to buy herbs for Tokar. You should take good care of your home. If that false god follower comes, no matter how provocative he is, you must not go out. I have some translations of ancient Titian books in my room. Eat them. Come on, learn Tili language, you must learn it.”

After finishing her instructions, Manda held onto the pendant of danger and walked out of the tavern door.

The pendant remained cold, proving that Campora was not nearby. Manda waited in the snow for a long time, and finally waited for a passing carriage.

The coachman was an old man. When he saw Manda loading two barrels of wine into the car, he sighed and said, Young man, who is so cruel that he wants you to work out during the New Year?

Manda said with a sad face: It's my father. He said he won't let me go home until I sell all the wine.

What a cruel father. Today is the New Year. Alas, I thought only a childless old man like me was going to suffer. You poor child... I hope the Lord of Divine Punishment can forgive his stupidity.

The Lord of Divine Punishment will not forgive him. Hurry up and drive away! Manda complained in his heart. He held the pendant of danger tightly, really worried that Campora would suddenly jump out and kill him.

Manda delivered the wine to Dunisen's residence. The smell of food wafted from Dunisen's house, and the servants were busy preparing for tonight's dinner.

Happy New Year, Mr. Nidali, I don't remember ordering wine from you.

Manda unloaded the wine from the carriage: This is a New Year's gift for you.

New Year's gift? Dunison pursed his lips and blinked, If it comes earlier or later, I will believe it is true. Tell me clearly. Is there anything you need me to do?

Seeing that the other party was so direct, Manda was no longer reserved: I want to see Stanley Knight.

I'm afraid not today. Viscount Gaisak will hold a grand banquet in the castle. As the Viscount's guest, Knight Stanley must be preparing for the banquet.

Uh... Okay. After risking his life and trekking in the ice and snow all morning, this was the result of what Manda had been waiting for.

He turned to leave when he suddenly heard Dunison whisper: You can also go to Suet Street to try your luck. In the third house at the corner of the street, a friend of Stanley Knight lives there. It is said that he has been We often talk all night long at that friend’s house. It’s not yet noon, maybe he hasn’t left yet. If you are lucky enough to meet him, don’t say that I asked you to come.”

Thank you very much for your help. Manda bowed deeply. He knew that there were more truths in his mouth than lies, but this thank you was definitely sincere.

Suet Street is a gathering place for sheep sellers, selling sheepskin, wool, and mutton. The traders will throw rotten mutton and offal into the street at will, so this street is always greasy, and it is wet all year round. There is a pungent smell of mutton.

Except for sheep traders, few people are willing to live in this kind of place. Knight Stanley can take out hundreds of gold coins from his wallet. He is a typical upper-class person in Oxhorn Town. It is hard to imagine that he would have such good friends in Suet Street. A friend who can talk all night long.

Along the street, he found the third house, which was a small courtyard with two bungalows and a stable. Manda knocked on the door for a long time and got no response, so he tentatively opened the courtyard door.

The courtyard door was unlocked, so Manda walked into the courtyard cautiously, and a strange fragrance hit her nostrils.

Like powder, but not that strong, like the herbs in a sachet, but not that exotic, like wild flowers on the mountain, but not that plain.

This strange smell is like a protective shield, firmly blocking out the smell of mutton on the street. This fragrance must come from some kind of power. No wonder the owner here can become the fat knight's friend.

Along the neat yard, Manda walked to the door of a bungalow and gently knocked on the door. Who is it? Stanley's unfriendly voice came from the room, and Manda was pleasantly surprised.

Not long after, a disheveled fat knight opened the door, his eyes squinting under the glare of the sun.

Happy New Year, Mr. Nidali, how did you find yourself here?

I came here to give you a New Year's gift. Manda deflected Stanley's question.

Did you make the wine? Stanley looked into the yard, but he didn't see the wine barrel.

Something better than that.

Stanley smiled, and the sullen look on his face disappeared.

Come in and sit down, we've just made hot soup.

This we is so sweet.

Manda was curious about what the fat knight's friend looked like. He was just about to walk into the door when he heard a soft voice coming from inside: Wait a minute, wait until I get dressed!

It seemed like she had heard this voice somewhere. Manda poked her head inside, but saw a slim figure appearing in front of her.

Don't peek, you bastard!

It was the witch, the witch who sold herbs on the black market.

I was just going to buy some medicinal materials from you.

Wait until I get dressed, don't, don't walk in!