Give Me the Name of God

In the early morning, Manda got up and walked from Wei Xing Mountain to Zuo Yu Mountain, then from Zuo Yu Mountain to You Yu Mountain, and then from You Yu Mountain back to Wei Xing Mountain.

He walked once a day, without flying boots or traveling through the underworld. He just walked step by step from dawn to dusk.

At dusk, he will lead all his people to dance together in a very ancient and simple dance. The core feature of this dance is that no matter what posture, the eyes must be looking towards the earth.

After dancing and eating, Manda would randomly grab a wife and carry her into the tent.

Except Roma, she was the one who carried Manda into the tent every time.

After that, Manda would have a solid sleep, and then start all over again the next day, doing the same thing.

He is like a wild beast patrolling its territory. I have done this before when I was hunting. Medusa wanted to accompany Manda, but she couldn't hold on because the weather was too cold.

There are fewer and fewer tents in Qixing Mountain, and many people have chosen to leave.

All the businessmen are gone, and all the students are gone.

Most of the farmers have left. They do cherish the land, but only if it is valuable land. The farmers in Qixing City are very wealthy. It is easy to dig out the jars buried in the ground and get a dozen gold coins. They can also buy another piece of land elsewhere.

The craftsmen did not leave, not one of them.

One of them wanted to leave, but was beaten up by the other craftsmen, and finally gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

The craftsmen are the richest group in Seven Star City. With their savings, they can live a lifetime of food and clothing anywhere.

But they refused to leave, because no matter where they went, they would never get the treatment they received in Qixing Mountain. Here, there was something that other craftsmen would not dare to hope for in their lives - respect.

The poet sat in a wheelchair and raised the flag of Hephaestus. He made an oath under the flag: Within two months, we will no longer live in tents in Qixing Mountain. We must at least have wooden houses to live in!

The craftsmen shouted excitedly. Guatel wiped his nose and whispered to the poet: Your legs have been healed for a long time, why are you still in a wheelchair?

The poet glared at Guatel. He felt that he still had more temperament in his previous image.

Half a month after the disaster, the Marquis of Sailin came to visit: Lord Claude Sai, I should have come to visit you long after the New Year, but I wasted some time preparing gifts.

There was a long queue of carriages and horses outside Qixing Mountain, and Marquis Sailin delivered a million pounds of grain that was about to be exhausted.

The fleets are docking one after another. I don't have the strength to fight against the gods with you, but I know how to fight against hunger.

Marquis Sailin's reaction surprised Manda. Based on Manda's understanding of the nobles, now was a good time to add insult to injury.

But Selin still remembered one thing. Manda was still the Minister of State, and apart from the two neglected kings, he was still the most powerful person in the entire Romulu Kingdom.

In addition, Selin also maintained a heartfelt respect for Manda. Although he hated Manda and was afraid of Manda, he lived a peaceful life for many years after Manda took over the entire southwest. As long as he cared about the food harvest, Turmoil City would never be involved in a war again.

Two days later, Al arrived suddenly, bringing with him a thousand cattle.

They are all good animals in the prime of life. They can work and give birth to babies, and they will live forever! The old Marquis laughed loudly, and his bones seemed to be stronger than before.

It's good to be able to give birth, it's good to be able to give birth! He looked at Manda's wives and praised Medusa, This is a good figure that can give birth to children. Sir Claude Sai, you have to let her give birth to more children. ah!

Medusa hid behind Manda. She was very disgusted with Almen and always felt that his eyes could penetrate her clothes.

When Manda introduced Roma, Al's fierce smile disappeared. He always thought that this was Manda's guard captain.

This should be able to give birth... El Meng believed that men can leave offspring, but he thought that Manda did not have such cultivation level yet.

Marquis Moritz, the lord of Parrot City, was the closest and the last to arrive. Initially, Manda had no intention of picking a fight with him, but when she found out the reason for his lateness, Manda became a little unbearable.

The gift he sent to Manda was ore, a very rare ore. Many of the ores were smelted into special metals, which were necessary for forging divine objects.

It can be seen that Moritz has worked hard and prepared two hundred carts of precious ore, but there is no shortage of ore in Qixing Mountain. Among the largest ore producing areas in the southwest, Parrot City is one, and Qixing Mountain is also one.

If you really can’t think of what to give, you might as well give some dried fish from the Lansha River.

Now that the ore has arrived, it's time for the kiln to start working. As the poet was busy, he gradually emerged from the shadow of sadness.

January is not over yet, the first batch of wooden houses in Qixing Mountain have been built, and Manda's life is still the same, except that after dancing every day, he will wash off the sweat with his wives in the bathroom, and then lock the bathroom. No one can escape like this.

On the last day of January, Lacius came to say goodbye. It was really not easy to hear this man who had come and gone without a trace say goodbye.

Ogg was a little excited. He sent a roast chicken at one time, a can of wine at another time, and also gave Lacius the new clothes Helena had sewn for him.

He gave away everything he could except Helena.

Lacius expressed his gratitude to Ogg for his enthusiasm, and at the same time sent a kind reminder: Go back, kid, adults have to talk.

Ogg pouted and left angrily.

Lacius smiled and said: He thinks of me as a demigod of the great prophet, but I am not.

Manda nodded; I know you are not.

Lacius took out a walnut-sized stone from his arms and handed it to Manda: You have done everything you can. You are a person who cares for living creatures. I will give you the charm given to me by the great prophet. From now on, you will If you want to find me, please hold this charm tightly and pray to the great prophet, and I will definitely feel it.

Manda accepted the talisman, and Rasius warned again: It's almost time for you to go to the royal capital. February is coming soon. The God of Fire is still waiting for the kingdom's sacrifice, and your family also needs your help.

family?

Manda took all his family members back to Qixing Mountain, with the exception of two people. One was Kunta who stayed in the royal capital, and the other was Chuyit who stayed in Bayer Country.

Could it be that Kunta is in trouble?

Kunta should be given a bodyguard, but Manda firmly believes that Longesen can protect Kunta.

Just as Lacius was about to get up, Manda asked another question: Why not go to Mount Olympia?

Lacius blinked and said: I am a mortal, why should I go to Mount Olympia?

Manda did not continue to argue. Since he asked, he naturally already knew the identity of the other party.

Lacius was Prometheus. He brought the disease patients to the royal capital again and again. At that time, Manda should have thought of fearlessness, unyielding, and sacrifice. The character of Prometheus shines brightly in him.

Zeus will not accept you, but Hermes is willing to accept you. He has rebuilt your temple. After you go up the mountain, you will become his right-hand man, and you may even obtain the position of Lord God.

I said, I am just a mortal, Lacius smiled. Mortals will not look down on mortals. Mortals will always stand beside mortals. One day, when you look down on mortals, remember that there is me among them.

Can I still stay in the mortal world after becoming a god?

Prometheus is a good example.

But does Manda really want to live like him?

This issue is open to debate.

In order to help mortals fight against the gods, Prometheus paid too much, and Manda did not have the courage to bear the price.

However, the great prophet's advice still had to be heeded. Manda immediately went to the royal capital and discovered something unusual as soon as he arrived at the mansion.

None of the servants were there, but there were quite a few guests.

There were more than five hundred troops ambushed in the mansion. Although they had not yet appeared, Manda had already smelled their scent.

Not only the aura of soldiers, but also the aura of rules.

Manda sat in the hall, thinking whether to sit with them for a while longer or send them on their way early.

Before Manda could make a decision, Shelty took the lead and spoke up: Claudius, I could have killed you quietly, but you are an opponent worthy of my respect. I want to say a few more words to you. I want you to know whose hands you died in,

Don't try to struggle or resist. I made a lot of preparations before you came. Here are fifteen rules. You cannot use skills, talents, divine objects, divine power, and gifts from gods. Everything can only be fought with your own strength and five hundred of the best warriors. Do you think you still have a chance to survive?

Claude Sai, you are very smart and cruel enough. The only mistake you made was to think that I really gave up the fight and went to hell to reunite with that ugly monster and that stubborn and stupid general.

As soon as the words fell, arrows were fired all around. In the rain of arrows, Manda was thinking about an important question. The monster he was talking about was not Kunta, right?

Kunta is still alive and Manda can still smell his breath.

Five hundred soldiers shot thousands of feather arrows in total. The dense arrows were inserted on the table, walls, and floor, leaving a stroke of painting along Manda's body.

He stood up from the arrow and listened to the rapid breathing.

The fear erupting from hundreds of people at the same time made their breathing rhythm become uniform.

Shelty, who was hiding on the stairs, moved on his toes, trying to escape.

Suddenly, Manda looked up at him and said softly: Don't move, don't move at all.

Shelty trembled for a long time, then suddenly pulled the dying Kunta from behind and shouted to Manda: If you dare to come here, I will kill him.

Manda smiled and said: You are so lucky that he is still alive, otherwise you would not even have a chance to go to hell.