Give Me the Name of God

"Dear guest, congratulations, you have completed the mission given to you by God."

Seeing the smile of the old goat, Manda was relieved. Hermes recognized the three divine punishers, and Manda also received the corresponding reward.

There was more than one reward. The old goat gave Manda a way to advance and also gave him a crystal stone as pure as ice.

"This is a piece of Immaculate Blood Stone. After eating it, your practice will be rapidly improved."

Manda hesitated a little. He remembered the words in the ancient book that swallowing the divine blood stone was the most dangerous way to practice.

"Don't worry," the old goat dispelled his worries, "The Immaculate Blood Stone does not have any impurities and will not make you get lost. Just eat it boldly. You will be a little excited in the first few days after eating it. Other than that, Other than that, there is no impact.”

With the words of the old goat, Manda did not hesitate anymore. He crushed the blood stone with the pestle Guatel made for him and swallowed it with wine.

The crystal stone is very hard, but tastes like jelly. Every crystal fragment becomes extremely elastic, rolling, expanding, and jumping in the stomach, and merging with Manda's body at a perceptible speed.

During the fusion process, Manda gradually felt tired, as if a force pulled every cell in his body out of his body, rubbed and cleaned it, and then put it back to its original position.

Under this wonderful feeling, Manda closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

After sleeping from noon to dusk, Manda woke up with a smile. In his dream, he saw that his experience bar had grown from one-fifth to two-thirds.

The excited Manda had a huge appetite and ate a chicken and a lamb chop for dinner.

The astonishing appetite made Eudora a little worried. Seeing Manda pick up another piece of lamb chop, she quickly took Manda's hand and said softly: "Eat the rest tomorrow, I want to be with you. Go for a walk in the mountains.”

"Going to inspect the territory? That's what I wanted to do!" Manda wiped the oil on Eudora's body, put on a suit of armor, and led Eudora and Pluto out of the cottage.

At the foot of the mountain, the boundaries of the new cottage have been drawn. Pluto has done some research on the architecture. When he saw the location and scale of the cottage, he was about to sigh with emotion, but he saw Manda's expression was a little strange.

He was very dissatisfied and even a little annoyed: "It's been a day, why haven't we started construction yet?"

Pluto was stunned, shrugged and said, "It's not like there's no construction at all. The snow and weeds on this land have been cleared away."

"Are they here to build houses or sweep the streets? When can I see the new cottage?"

Pluto didn't dare to say anything, so Eudora whispered: "You just said it, it's just one day, how much more do you want them to do?"

"I have to at least see the frame of the house. Is that too much to ask for?"

Eudora said: "Yes, but we don't have wood yet..."

"There is no wood!" Manda pointed at the woods on the mountain and shouted, "What is this? There are so many trees and there is no wood. Do you think I am blind?"

Eudora didn't dare to speak anymore. Manda was pacing back and forth manically, mumbling something that she didn't know what to say. After walking back and forth for more than ten times, Manda suddenly stopped and said to Pluto: "Put it there." The poet called me and I wanted to have a good chat with him. I don’t want to not see the completion of the cottage before the end of my life.”

"But..." As soon as Pluto opened his mouth, he was stopped by Eudora. Manda was not in the right state. It was best not to provoke him at this time.

Just as Pluto was about to go find the poet, he heard Manda shout again: "Wait a minute."

He was rubbing his forehead. Although he was excited, he was not crazy. He also knew that his state was not right.

After standing there for a moment, Manda suddenly squatted down and stuck his head into the snowdrift.

Eudora was shocked and quickly dragged Manda out. After fully cooling down, Manda's condition improved a lot, and the smile returned to her face again.

"The poet did a good job. It's just a day. It's quite good to be able to do so much in one day. I'm tired. Let's go back to bed and have a good sleep."

Back in the bedroom, Manda kept reminding herself to be optimistic, to be restrained, and to try her best to resist the side effects of the blood stone.

After chanting dozens of times like a sutra, Manda lay on the bed and covered herself with the blanket again.

Late at night, Manda sat up covered in sweat. He couldn't sleep.

The old goat just said "a little excited" in an understatement, but he didn't expect the side effects to be so terrible.

At dawn the next day, the poet came to the door of the bedroom and saw Eudora approaching menacingly with an axe.

The poet was startled and took two steps back with his cane. Eudora asked, "What's the matter with you?"

The poet pursed his lips and said: "I heard that your Excellency is not satisfied with my work, so I would like to explain..."

"My lord has gone to the mountain."

"What are you doing in the mountains?"

"Cut down the tree!"

"Why is he going to chop down trees? He doesn't need to do this kind of thing!" The poet looked at Eudora in confusion, "What are you going to do?"

"Cut down the trees!" Eudora said, "My lord has given the order that everyone must go to the mountain to chop down the trees!"

On the hillside of Weixing Mountain, hundreds of people were busy chopping down trees. The ax in Manda's hand was flying up and down. Every time he chopped down an axe, he was accompanied by an exciting slogan:

"For our happiness!"

"For a decent life!"

"For the value of life!"

"For the great Hermes!"

"For the glory bestowed upon us by the gods!"

…

The poet was stunned for a long time. He really couldn't figure out what was going on. All the bandits, all the slaves, all the teenagers, and even the cook, were all cutting down trees.

He rushed up the hillside, stopped a group of teenagers, and shouted: "Stop, you are cutting at the wrong place, it is very dangerous! And you, don't use your swords to chop down trees, my God, your weapons are all ruined... …”

The poet came to Manda with difficulty and asked: "Sir, what are you doing?"

"I'm helping you," Manda wiped her sweat and said, "I was too harsh on you before. I shouldn't have put all the responsibility on you alone. It's not fair! The copycat belongs to all of us and needs to be Water it with our sweat! All residents of Qixing Mountain, pick up your axes and shout with me, for the value of life! For the great Hermes!"

Before he finished speaking, there was just a click, and the lion girl on the slope chopped down a large tree with a diameter about the same as a plate.

The big tree fell down, and Manda's expression changed. She hugged the poet and rolled on the spot, avoiding the thick trunk, but failed to avoid the sharp branches...

At dinner time, Manda, who was covered in bandages, took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "The wine after sweat is so sweet. We cut down more than 500 trees. Can you imagine it? It only took us one day!" "

The poet, who was also covered in bandages, picked up the wine glass, hesitated for a moment and said: "Sir, please forgive me for being rude, I don't want to talk to you."

Seeing Manda pick up the mutton chops again, the lion girl whispered to Eudora: "Go and find the witch, this little guy is sick."