Give Me the Name of God

Through Kunta's explanation, Manda gained a new understanding of the profession of priest.

The priest's duty is to preside over standardized sacrificial rituals for the believers of the ancient gods. From entry and advancement to obtaining the name of the god, every promotion is inseparable from sacrifices, and an excellent priest will greatly increase the success rate of promotion. .

Taking entry as an example, an excellent priest can determine the natal god of the white duck, thus avoiding the tragedy of becoming a lost person.

In advanced sacrifices, the priest can tell whether the statue is real, can accurately arrange the altar, and can accurately control the sacrificial process. On the basis of ensuring that the gods are not offended or blasphemed, the priest has a high probability of winning a response from the gods.

As for the sacrificial process to obtain the name of God, it is more complicated. Manda and Kunta can help Leond obtain the name of god, which relies largely on luck. Manda has the experience of successfully performing sacrifices for himself, while Kunta only Having learned some scattered knowledge, two people together cannot be considered a qualified priest.

It's not just Manda and Kunta who rely on luck. All priests rely on luck to some extent. The Earl once said: "There are no real priests in this world."

In the classical era, priests were a rare and mysterious profession. They mastered complete knowledge of sacrificial rituals, and each sacrificial process had strict regulations. The success rate of the sacrificial rituals they presided over was extremely high, and there was basically no possibility of failure. People called them A messenger to the temple of the gods.

With the rise of the Church of Divine Punishment, the true priests became extinct more than three hundred years ago, and the orthodox sacrificial knowledge was also lost. Later priests were divided into many schools. They mastered a part of the orthodox knowledge and used some unconventional means to make up for the lack of knowledge. In short, it was the so-called heresy.

These unconventional methods have some drawbacks, and the success rate will be greatly reduced. Even for an outstanding blood witchcraft priest like the Count, coupled with the bonus of the God's Favorite and the Mist of Tartarus, there are still examples of failed sacrifices. It happens all the time, and Quinta is one of them.

All the priests in this era have incomplete knowledge, and the complete knowledge is recorded in this "Book of Priests". Kunta never dreamed that this legendary ancient book actually existed, let alone , this book will fall into Manda's hands.

"Can you let me leave a copy? You can lend it to me for a few more days to read!" Kunta looked at Manda with a begging look on his face, "I want to become a real priest."

"Of course," Manda smiled, "I'll give you a month, but don't leave the transcript. You have to remember every detail in the book."

"I can do it, I will definitely do it!" Kunta nodded excitedly, but there was some expectation in his eyes, "There are three volumes in the "Book of Priests". Do you have the other two volumes?"

"Not yet, I will find a way to get it for you."

Manda deceived Kunta. He found more than 70 ancient books from the underground palace. Although he only knew a few Atlantis words, Manda knew that there were two books with the same title as this book. Undoubtedly, these are the other two volumes of the Book of Priests.

The reason why Kunta was not told was because Manda had to master the contents of the book in advance to prevent Kunta from hiding anything from him.

Manda trusts Kunta, but all trust has its limits.

Returning to the empty main house, Manda sat on the floor and began to mentally build herself up.

His "grandfather" had moved everything away, not even leaving a bed. This empty environment allowed people to concentrate on thinking. He was thinking about ways to learn the Atlantean language in a short time.

In fact, there is no need to think too much. There is only one way. The only question that needs to be considered is how many books to study in a day. Thinking of Worm's fangs, Manda trembled all over.

Halfway through the psychological construction, Silva walked in and reported to Manda the knowledge he learned from old Conte.

Manda was a little disappointed when she heard that she could only hire ten guards, and she was even more disappointed when she heard that Silva only planned to hire twenty-one.

"In addition to ten guards, you want one coachman and ten slave farmers?" Manda asked.

Silva looked solemnly and said: "Master, I know this expense is not small, but we have too many fields and we cannot let them go to waste. At first, I didn't want to hire a coachman. I also know how to drive the coach, but they told me that it would be unseemly for a housekeeper to drive the coach. …”

"Of course it's not honorable!" Manda frowned, "Who asked you to drive the carriage? We have ten carriages, how can one driver be enough?"

Silva asked in surprise: "Are you saying that there are too few people to hire?"

"Of course we hired less! Did Old Conte only ask you to hire twenty-one people? Has he ever taken care of the manor?"

"That's not what he said. What he said was..." Silva repeated Old Conte's original words.

Manda listened briefly and asked, "I asked you to learn to read from Worm. How did you learn?"

"I have learned a lot and can understand the ledger."

"That's good," Manda threw a piece of parchment, "Write me a list. I need fifty people."

Silva said in shock: "It doesn't take that much..."

"Write as you please. I am a decent person. I have my own pomp, you know. I also need fifty handymen, thirty coachmen, thirty grooms, twenty gardeners, and no maids." Yes, we need forty male servants..."

The quill fell to the ground, and Silva was about to collapse. According to Manda, he had to hire at least two hundred people.

"Master, we can't use so many people. Do you know how much it will cost? Just paying them wages costs more than a hundred gold coins every year."

"That's so much? It seems like we hired too few," Manda said with a smile, "Remember, I only want men, and they can't be older than fifteen."

Silva grinned and said, "Do laundrywomen and cleaning ladies also want men?"

Manda lowered her face and said, "Can't a man know how to be a washerwoman?"

"But...here, children under the age of fifteen are not strong enough."

"You don't need to be too strong. If we don't have enough people, we can hire more. Young people are obedient and have no housework, so they will work hard."

"Okay, I want a man under the age of fifteen who has no family affairs." Silva did not dare to ask any more questions. He walked out of the house with the parchment and sighed, "I didn't expect that the master only likes men, but a man can't give birth to a young master. ah."

Thinking of this, Silva patted his forehead again, what are you thinking about these things? The master will definitely marry a noble lady to give him children. If you want a man, you will have a man, if you want a woman, you will have a woman. This is the life of a noble.

That night, Manda asked Worm to "study" two ancient books in the Atlantis language. Until noon the next day, his mental state was still very poor.

Silva couldn't wait to deliver the good news: "Master, there is no need to hire anyone. The Viscount has sent seventy slaves, all of them are very strong."

Seventy slaves? The Viscount is so generous.

Eudora said from the side: "Why did he send slaves to us? Does he want to plant spies?"

Silva was stunned. It seemed that he had simplified things.

Manda thought for a long time and said: "If you accept slaves, you still have to hire people."

Silva asked in surprise: "Do we still need to hire so many people?"

"You can go and do it!" Manda rubbed his brows and said impatiently, "I'm going to buy some belongings by the way. Do you want me to sleep on the ground all the time? Get more gold coins and buy some good things. Don't forget to My identity, I’m a decent person!”