Give Me the Name of God

Worm set up the altar of Hephaestus, and Manda took out the statue of Hephaestus.

This is a statue given to him by the poet, and it is not known which level of promotion ceremony this statue records. But it is an absolutely real statue, and here it only needs to play the most primitive function of a god statue.

Manda recited the oath of the blood oath more than a dozen times, and Guattel followed it word by word, but every time he made a little mistake.

"How many times have I said that my flesh and blood is dedicated to the gods of the fire, not to the fire of the gods, do you want to be burned to death?"

Wurm sighed: "Think about what happened to Brutal. If he offended the gods, he would at least burn a pair of eyes, and you would also be affected."

"At the moment of life and death, I am actually doing such a meaningless thing. How could the gods open the door for you idiot, Worm, let him remember the oath!"

Worm tapped his fangs, first tied Guatel with worm silk, and then stuffed the worm silk into Guatel's nostrils. After a scream, Guatel curled up on the ground, crying with snot all over his face :

"You bullied me..."

After fetching a basin of clean water to wash Guatel's face, Manda took a deep breath and prepared to sacrifice.

"Is it worth it?"

Worm said: "He is a member of the tavern, he is our family, and it is worth our risk."

"I don't care about the family, I just want to know if this guy is really useful."

"Whether it is useful or useless, he is our family."

Manda wasn't in the mood to argue with Worm. He took a deep breath and was about to start the sacrifice when Worm suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the warehouse to see the new wine first."

"Ah bah!" Manda spat at Worm's back, saying what kind of family members, isn't it because he is afraid that the failure of the sacrifice will hurt him!

The followers of Hephaestus are a bit special when they enter the stage. Their blood is not dripped on the sacrificial vessel, but on the furnace elf. If it is the blood of Vulcan, the elf will be awakened.

Guattel pricked his fingertip with an awl and dripped blood on the tiny doll the size of a palm. After the blood disappeared, Manda heard a baby-like laugh.

"Hey hey hey!" The little doll rubbed her eyes and sat up, grinning for a long time with her mouthless teeth, Guater also smirked along with her, the little doll suddenly turned into a ball of flames and got into Guater's mouth , Guattel closed his mouth, as if he was holding a very magical thing, his eyes opened round, and his two pupils swung back and forth, one left and one right like clockwork.

What is the situation? The translation provided by Kunta did not say that the fire elves would get into the mouths of believers. Seeing that Guattl's ears started to smoke, Manda shouted: "Spit it out, spit it out immediately!"

Guattel couldn't vomit, but his cheeks were getting more and more swollen, as if a powerful force was accumulating in his mouth, which made him unable to hold back.

puff!

Guattel spit out a ball of flames, igniting the face crystals on the altar, and at the same time igniting the entire altar.

Manda was shocked. He wanted to find water to put out the fire, but the smoke billowed in the room, choking him so much that he couldn't open his eyes.

After spitting out all the flames, Guattel stood blankly in the thick smoke, driven by some unknown force, and suddenly recited the oath: "Great Vulcan, protector of craftsmen, great Hephaestus, Please look here!"

He only read this oath, and there was a response in the thick smoke.

A low and hoarse voice from the vicissitudes of life sounded in my ears: "My child, come into my arms."

Manda rushed out of the burning room, coughing and shouting, "Fire! Put out the fire!"

Everyone was in a hurry to find water. Milo, who was lying in the hall, suddenly opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "The one favored by God has appeared."

...

The fire was extinguished and Manda's room was burned down.

Guattel is like a roast chicken just out of the oven, with an attractive oily red face, smoking, lying on the ground, snoring happily.

"Did it fail or did it succeed?" Manda looked at her house that was about to burn down, and then at Guattel's innocent smile, feeling that she had lost a lot this time.

Worm returned to the room, changed his clothes and was about to go out. Manda frowned and said, "Didn't you hear the oracle from the great prophet? The storm is coming, it's best to stay at home."

"I want to report the news of the start of the war to the earl. This is our duty. Besides, even if we want to escape, we must at least get the earl's permission, otherwise we have nowhere to go."

Worm has a good point, but Manda fears he's going to be stupid:

"Don't beg the earl to accept Toka, he will not accept a useless child, and that child cannot survive in the valley."

Worm moved his lips, as if trying to squeeze out a smile:

"Don't worry, if the count asks us to go back to the valley, you can go back alone, I will find another place to take care of them, everyone here."

Manda suspected that something was wrong with her ears, how could this be what Worm said?

He actually wanted to betray the earl for this group of people? From his tone, Manda could not hear any hesitation or guilt.

His fingertips seemed to be pinched by something, and Manda trembled in pain. He asked Worm to wait here and wait for Ogg to do a fortune-telling before leaving, but when Ogg arrived, Worm had already waved his wings Disappeared in the night sky.

"The great prophet told me that I can't leave my house tonight, and I can't leave my house for the next three days. If I leave one step, I'm close to death."

Manda rubbed his fingertips vigorously, feeling as if caught in a mousetrap, and he asked a question he had always been curious about by the way: "How much does the Great Prophet talk to you every day?"

...

The next morning, Manda opened his eyes, and Guattel sat on the edge of the bed, stretched his neck, and looked down at Manda face to face.

The halazi on the side of his mouth pulled the thin thread, and slowly approached Manda's lips.

Manda felt a chill, opened her eyes, and kicked Guatt to the ground.

"What do you want to do?" Manda bellowed.

"I'm hungry." Guattel answered truthfully.

This answer sounds familiar, so what if he's hungry? Do you still want to eat me?

"Go to the kitchen and find something to eat when you're hungry!"

"I went, Silva didn't give me anything to eat."

Silva, who came to the tavern to save his sister, developed great feelings for the tavern in a very short period of time. He was once furious because Helena knocked over the wine jar, and he was in pain with Auger. Beaten up drunken guests.

He is really a qualified housekeeper, but he can't be denied food just because Guater is stupid, Manda has spent all his money on him.

"Boss, he already had breakfast, three pieces of bread and two pieces of bacon." Silva was arguing for himself.

"The bread is too small, and the bacon is too small. This stingy man always makes me hungry!" Guattel was not to be outdone.

"Eat, open your belly and eat!" Manda laughed, "You can eat as much as you want!"

"You are a generous man!" Guattel ate four loaves of bread, a jar of bacon, wiped his mouth, belched loudly, and curled up in the haystack to go to sleep.

Manda crouched next to Guatel, smiled and said, "Create me a weapon. It doesn't need to be too sharp. It's best to kill the enemy with one blow."

Guattel picked up a stone and said, "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Manda nodded, and lifted the stone up, "Do you believe I'll smash your head?"