Give Me the Name of God

Manda asked: “There is a question I don’t understand. Since you want a chisel, why did you give it to Guatel in the first place?”

Hephaestus replied: “Because I want a chisel, but I don’t want others to know that I got a chisel, just like you don’t want others to know your secret, you are a believer in Hermes, the rules of trading, you Understand, this matter cannot be let anyone know.”

Hephaestus took the golden chisel, and Guatell felt sorry for it for a long time.

But after feeling distressed, he felt fortunate again: “I thought he would take the ruler together. As long as a chisel, we will make a profit.”

At the end of April, in the first half of the month, Bacchus gained a lot of faith, and in the second half of the month, Bacchus gained a lot of hatred.

Especially the people in the royal capital, they will be reluctant to mention Bacchus for a long time.

But outside of the royal capital, the rumors of April became their lip service.

“Have you heard that the women in the royal capital are crazy, and the women in a city are crazy, following the priests of Bacchus to go crazy everywhere!”

“Nonsense, that is not the priest of Bacchus, that is Bacchus, Bacchus has come to the mortal world!”

“Why does Bacchus drive women crazy?”

“Why don’t you say that you are really ignorant, is that crazy? That is the rule of Bacchus. On the day of sacrifice, men have to hide. Even if women come out to eat people, men can’t help them.”

“Is it really cannibal?”

“Eat, the ministers in the palace have been eaten several times, not to mention the civilians.”

“I heard that the wisdom angel of God’s Punishment Education couldn’t stand it, and almost killed Bacchus!”

“Angels beat Bacchus?”

“Effortlessly, you can fight as much as you like, but he can’t fight the Mad King, and the Mad King beats Zhi Angel into flesh.”

“Zhi Angel is dead?”

“Can’t die, Angel Wise is a god, but the Crazy King is unscathed!”

“God can’t beat the mad king?”

“No one has beaten the Mad King, what can I say about the Mad King…”

The farmer picked up the pitcher, took a big sip, and stopped talking.

Manda sat next to him and said, “I think the Mad King is a good person! At least he is kind to us.”

Another farmer nodded: “He is really good to us. I keep his idol at the door and pray to him every day when I enter the door.”

Manda said, “But I don’t think your idol is too similar to the Mad King. First of all, he doesn’t have that long side fangs, and he doesn’t have six hands.”

The farmer was surprised: “Where did you come from? Have you seen the king?”

Manda slapped his chest: “Of course I have seen it!”

A farmer next to him laughed and said: “He claims to be a trader from the royal capital, and also said that he had spoken to the king.”

The farmers laughed together, and Manda blushed and said: “I’m not bragging. I know the king very well. I have a statue of his god. Forty copper coins are exactly the same as the mad king. If you buy two, I’ll give you one, but you’d better not hang it at the door, especially don’t tie a rope to the neck of the god, it looks impolite.”

On the first day of May, Manda returned to the capital and held a competition.

Manda has been preparing for this competition since April. Since the end of the classical era, the competition has been completely reduced to a memory in the history books. Except for human demons like Odysseus, almost no one has seen a real competition.

He selected three hundred strong men from a dozen cities around the capital to participate in the competition. The lords were very enthusiastic. They personally brought their players to the capital, but they didn’t know what to do. .

“Are we unarmed, or are we allowed to carry weapons? If we are allowed to carry weapons, we cannot use Cotai City’s weapons, that’s unfair!” A lord regarded the competition as a gladiatorial meeting.

There are definitely fighting events, but Manda decided to start with traditional events.

The first step of the traditional project is sacrifice.

Hermes is the ruler of the arena, and the first **** in the arena to be sacrificed.

After completing the sacrifice to Hermes, Manda left all the remaining sacrifices to Hercules.

Before each competition, people should recite the name of Hercules and pray to Hercules for victory.

Especially in throwing, weightlifting and fighting events, all the players and their lords are calling the name of Hercules during the competition. The winner will be awarded by the king with a laurel wreath and medals with the head of Hercules engraved on the medals.

In addition to the royal capital, the same competitions were held in Longyin City and Miaoyin City. The passionate and passionate competitions have disappeared in the world for hundreds of years. The various arenas are crowded with people, and the audience in the arena is broken by cheers and cheers. The people on the sidelines are eagerly waiting.

“The Warriors of Cotai City lifted a 400-pound iron ball. Four hundred pounds. We are the champions!” a tavern owner exclaimed excitedly, “Thank Hercules, thank the mad king! Our hero in Cotai City took it. Champion, is there anyone from Cotai City here? Go to my place for a drink, please!”

Hercules looked down at the mortal world, listening to the cheers of people, his shoulder muscles twitched.

The goddess of youth, the daughter of Zeus and Hera, and Hercules’ wife Heber came over, took Hercules’ arm and said: “Why, do you want to go down and compete with them?”

“It’s not fair to them,” Hercules shook his head. “Leave the glory to them temporarily this year. It’s hard to say next year.”

“You should look at your fountain of faith. You have gained much more than them.”

“Don’t worry, we will count slowly from now on. May is still very long,” Hercules said, hugging his wife. “Do you think they have changed?”

“A mortal? How can a mortal change?”

“Look at their faces. Their faces are very similar to when I was in the world.”

Heber didn’t understand what Hercules meant: “They were mortals when you were in the mortal world, but now they are still mortals, and mortals are mortals. What’s the difference?”

“Their faces are no longer numb, at least they look more like human beings.”

Medusa is also asking the same question, and she can also feel the changes in mortals: “When I first came to the world, I even suspected that this is not the world. It is really different from when I was in the world.”

Horna is quite puzzling: “What’s the difference?”

“Anyway, it’s just different. They look like…”

“They look like people now,” Manda said. “This is what they deserve. In addition to work and survival, they deserve more things. This is the glory and dignity of being born!”

The game of the day ended at midnight. People surrounded the torch and shouted the honorable name of Hercules. This was the designated procedure of the game.

They had shouted the honorable name of Hercules, they were still shouting, shouting Claudesai neatly.

This is not a designated procedure, it is a voluntary act of people.

…

On the third day of May, Manda placed his totem with thirty candles and exchanged letters with Sanjira.

Sangila’s letter first appeared on the altar, the content is as follows:

I miss you like a raging fire, and the raging fire burns my body every day, are you thinking of me too? I really want to hear your voice!

As usual, Athens intercepted the letter in advance.

“Sweet greasy, really greasy,” Athena threw the letter back. “If my brother can say the same to me, I will be more loyal to him, at least a little more.”

Manda opened Sangila’s letter, and every time he read a line, his brain was running fast.

Hidden in this letter is a very complex algorithm, created by Manda based on the cryptography of previous lives and Sangira.

The content of the deciphered letter is as follows: Vulcan has handed over the temple to me, I have learned how to use it, and I am waiting for your news.

Manda wrote a reply immediately:

My thoughts of you ~www.mtlnovel.com~ are engraved in my heart, if you are willing, I am willing to give your heart to you, let you take a closer look.

Sanjira received the letter and deciphered it. The content is as follows:

Carve my deeds on the stone slab, don’t go too fast, be careful.

Sanjira took out a stone slab from below the altar and carved the first deed with a carving knife. Near the Manda Crisp Rock Mountain, he released the remaining soul of Typhon, resurrecting Typhon, and resurrecting God Pan.

After engraving the deeds, Manda’s temple began to tremble, and there seemed to be signs of promotion.

Is it too fast? Why did this story have such a big impact?

Almost forgot, this deed caused the change of the lord of the gods.

Shouldn’t be so fast, I was too anxious.

Sanjira quickly took out a stone and placed it on the altar.

The stone flickered on the altar until the temple slowly calmed down.