Give Me the Name of God

Manda got off the carriage and looked at Dunison and Chuyt with a smile. During more than three months in the royal capital, they not only successfully approached the chief steward of the General's Mansion, but also gained some connections for Manda.

"We do business in the south of the city, and we are quite familiar with some people there, including Si Shi (officials in charge of the market), tax collectors, magistrates (equivalent to low-level judges) and several wealthy businessmen. If you have enough time, we hope that You can meet them."

"I'm here now. I must pay homage at the top of the mountain, but I have to see the king first, and I have to see the general. I also want to pay a visit by the way..."

A gust of cold north wind blew, and Manda shivered. A figure suddenly appeared in the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Manda opened his mouth and felt that his throat was choked by saliva, making him unable to breathe.

He touched his neck and found that it was not saliva but blood.

His throat had been slit.

Manda's body softened and fell to the ground. Dunison and Chuyt were frightened. Milo jumped out of the carriage and looked around for traces of the murderer.

He vaguely smelled something and was about to chase after her, but was stopped by the lion girl.

"Don't chase him. You'll fall into a trap. Protect him first."

Milo looked down at Manda. Although he was still twitching on the ground, he looked obviously hopeless.

"Give him a decent funeral and I will avenge him. This is my last promise to him."

Lioness and Moira ignored Milo, and they carried Manda into the carriage.

Quinta got out of the carriage and cried loudly. Pluto opened his mouth for a long time and could not speak.

Eudora called Dunison: "Do you have a place to live?"

"There is a small house. Shall we... prepare for a funeral?"

"Don't say much, go to the mansion first."

Pluto nodded and said: "Yes, go to the house first. I can think of a way, and there will definitely be a way!"

…

Longesen received the news that Monchik had arrived in the royal capital, and was about to go to the palace to see the legendary boy. But as soon as he got dressed, he received the bad news.

"Is he dead?" Captain Georgia looked at the guards in shock, "Did you hear that correctly?"

The guard said: "This is the news sent by the soldiers in the south of the city. He is one of ours. He has been following Mengchik since he entered the royal capital. He saw Mengchik's throat cut with his own eyes."

Georgia shouted: "Who is he?"

The guard shook his head and said, "He moved very quickly and didn't see his appearance clearly."

"Call someone to check immediately!"

"No need to check," Longgesen waved his hand, took off his shirt and threw it aside, "It's a pity. Being able to come to the royal capital alive proves that he still has some ability. I didn't expect that he was careless, and we also Careless."

"It must have been done by God's Punisher!" Georgia gritted her teeth, "This is a provocation to us!"

"Don't worry about the provocation for now, think about how to explain to the king." Longgesen rubbed his forehead vigorously. All his previous expectations for Monchik turned into disappointment and helplessness.

…

Bucken stood in front of the window, looking at the distant scenery and tasting the wine in his glass.

Drinking is taboo for God's Punishers, but Bucken has collected a lot of good wine in the house.

"Maybe the Lord will blame me for being too greedy for the wine glass in my hand."

A young man said from the side: "This is a privilege bestowed by the Lord on you, and you deserve this honor."

Bucken smiled, picked up the wine glass and said, "Let's have a drink together?"

"I……"

"This is the privilege I give you, and you deserve this honor."

The young man didn't refuse anymore, took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

Bucken poured him another glass: "Young man, you did a good job, but if you could bring his head back, I would appreciate you even more."

The young man quickly explained: "There were many heretics around him at that time, and one of them was of a very high class. I was worried about an accident, so I didn't dare to stay for a long time."

"Don't be so nervous. I don't blame you. There is a vacancy for a deacon in Huarong City. I think that position is suitable for you."

"Your Majesty Bishop, I..." The young man tried his best to restrain his excitement, "I don't know how to express my gratitude."

"Relax," Bucken pressed his palms, "Let's have another drink."

…

Late at night, Longesen rode a carriage to a mansion in the south of the city. The old housekeeper whispered: "General, this is it."

Longerson sighed softly: "This is really embarrassing. What should I say?"

The steward said: "You don't owe him anything. It's just like attending a friend's funeral and saying a few words of comfort to his family. That's enough."

Longerson straightened his clothes and asked the servant to knock on the door.

Eudora opened the door, looked at the servant's clothes, and then looked at the carriage behind him. Her nose became sore, her eyes became red, and tears flowed out.

The servant returned to the carriage and whispered: "This lady is the wife of Viscount Monchique."

Longerson nodded, got out of the carriage, came to the door, and saluted Eudora.

"Please allow me to express my deep condolences. Although I have never met him, I always regard Viscount Monchique as my best friend."

Eudora burst into tears and said: "Thank you for your kindness to Krechi, general. Please don't dislike it for it is a humble house."

Eudora invited Longeson into the house. There were two other women standing in the yard. Longesen's eyes stayed on the Lion Girl for a long time. It wasn't until the Lion Girl frowned that Longesen realized that he was excuse me.

"These two are..."

Eudora quickly introduced: "These two are also members of Krechi's family."

family? Longsen was stunned. Eudora's way of introduction was a bit rude. She shouldn't have been so vague.

The lion girl seemed to be aware of this problem, and smiled at Longerson and said: "I am the wife of Krejci Monchik."

Lungerson looked at the lion girl in surprise, then turned to look at Eudora again. Romulu country is a monogamous country.

"Is this also..." Longerson looked at Moira again. The lion girl nodded and said, "Yes, she is also Krechi's wife."

Moira looked at the Lioness blankly, and was pinched hard by the Lioness.

Moira rubbed it for a long time and said with tears, "I'm very sad."

Perhaps Monchik followed the alien tradition and walked to the door of the main room. Longesen saw Pluto. Eudora was about to step forward to introduce him, but the lion girl beat him to it and said: "He is just like us."

"How can it be the same?" Although he knew it was rude, Longesen couldn't help but speak. After a brief embarrassment, Longesen whispered, "I want to take a look at Viscount Monchik."

Everyone brought Longesen into the room, where a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boy sat.

Longerson had a bad premonition: "Is this boy... the same as you?"

Eudora laughed dryly and said, "I, we, are a family."

The boy stood up, bowed to Longson and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, General."

…

Back at the mansion, Captain Georgia had been waiting for a long time. He had something to report to Longesen.

"I got some information from the south of the city. The owner of a tavern told me that a group of businessmen lived in his place for nearly a month but rarely went out. They left the royal capital at dusk today. I suspect that they and Viscount Monchik related to his death."

"Yeah." Longerson responded, took off his robe and stretched.

"You went to express your condolences to Viscount Monchik?"

"Yes," Longerson nodded, "He looks okay, not too bad."

Georgia bit her lip and said, "Should I go there too, even though I don't know him..."

"No need to go, his family is very strange."

Georgia sighed and said: "I understand that they have just lost their loved ones, and their grief has made them lose their minds."

"Sad?" Longerson sneered, "Maybe."

Georgia didn't know what to say. Longessen's attitude was very strange. He was very perfunctory and insensitive. He also cherished his words like gold, and there was no trace of sadness from head to toe.

It seems that he did not go to express his condolences, but went to attend a boring banquet.

"Sir, regarding the group of businessmen in the south of the city..."

"No need to check, go back early."

Georgia bowed awkwardly and left the mansion. When he arrived at the door, he saw the old butler Jim.

He took out two silver coins, stuffed them into Jim's hand, and asked in a low voice: "Have you seen Viscount Monchique?"

"I've been waiting outside the door, but I didn't see anything." The old housekeeper shook his head, "Don't mention that person again. The general is really sad."