Give Me the Name of God

Bucken sat in the cathedral, silent, waiting for the Archbishop's response.

At his age, he no longer craves appreciation from others, but he has completed the task and at least gets the minimum respect and recognition.

But Horwitt never mentioned the incident, as if nothing had happened. As before, he concentrated on wiping the candlesticks, replacing burned out candles, chatting about boring trivial matters, and stopping from time to time to pray to the statues.

Bucken exercised the greatest restraint until he couldn't bear it anymore, and he finally spoke: "Sir, I think you have received the news. We don't need to send any more congratulatory gifts to the new Sheriff."

"I'm afraid this is inappropriate," the archbishop shook his head and said, "You know, I am a person who cares about etiquette. The gift does not need to be too expensive, but at least it must express our feelings."

Bucken raised his head and looked at the Archbishop in surprise.

What does this mean? Didn't he know that Craigie Monchik was dead?

It's impossible for him not to know that this old guy is very well-informed. Could it be...

Howitt saw Bucken's doubts and smiled: "I heard that an atrocity occurred in the south of the city yesterday. The new sheriff was attacked and injured. General Longerson also went to visit him in person. I don’t know how he is doing now, should we go and take a look?”

Damn old guy, why don't you be more direct? Does he like playing riddles that much?

Bucken said: "I also heard about this incident. Many people saw the sheriff's neck being cut."

"This is really terrible," Horwitt asked, putting on a frightened expression. "Can someone survive with a broken neck? God bless that poor guy."

Bucken left the church angrily. Howitt was doubting Bucken's death. He sat there pointing and made no effort from beginning to end. Who did he have to doubt himself?

Back at the mansion, Bucken sat in silence for a while with a glass of wine, and then called for the young man from yesterday.

"Are you ready to take up the post in Huarong City?"

The young man nodded and said, "I have packed my bags."

Bucken poured the young man a glass of wine: "Actually, I think you deserve a higher status, but the prerequisite is that you must be recognized by the archbishop."

The young man was startled, sweat streaming down his forehead: "Sir, I am only loyal to you."

Bucken smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm not testing your loyalty. I just want you to prepare a gift for the archbishop. Yesterday you said that there were many heretics around Monchik. Now that he is dead, those heretics It’s time to relax your guard, I think you should have a way to get Monchik’s head back.”

"Follow your wishes." The young man took two steps back, turned and left the room.

Bucken looked in the direction of the cathedral, clutched the wine glass tightly, and gritted his teeth and said: "Old man, I see what else you have to say!"

…

Late at night, the young man lay on the roof and quietly watched what was going on in the yard.

He lay here motionless for half the night, clearly seeing every person and every detail in the house.

There are ten people living here, eight of them are believers of the ancient gods. Although they have all covered up, there is wind tonight, a very strong north wind, and their faint scent can be smelled in the wind.

Three first-level ones, three second-level ones, one third-level one, and a drunkard. The smell of alcohol on his body was too strong, and the aura of the believer was covered up.

Except for the drunkard, no one was his opponent. He prayed silently on the roof. As he prayed, the north wind became stronger.

It wasn't until the drunkard fell asleep and Lion Girl and Moira returned to the room one after another that he drifted into the yard with the north wind.

It floated in like fallen leaves and fell to the ground without making any sound. He quietly opened the door and saw Krechi Monchik lying on the bed.

There was a bandage around his neck, but his chest was still rising and falling, so he was indeed alive.

How is this possible? Why is he still alive after clearly cutting his neck?

But these are not important anymore, as long as he cuts off his head tonight, it will be enough.

Driven by the wind, the young man arrived in front of Manda in an instant and slashed with his knife. Unexpectedly, Manda's body suddenly began to curl up and twist, and soon turned into a mist.

In shock, the young man realized that he had been fooled. He turned around and wanted to leave, but saw Manda standing in front of him and stabbing his stomach with her golden finger.

The young man quickly retreated in the direction of the wind. The injury was not deep and only scratched the flesh. Manda quickly pursued, but the young man continued to retreat. Unexpectedly, his footsteps were faster than Manda.

Seeing that the young man had no way to retreat after retreating to the wall, Manda smiled ferociously and was about to cut off his legs with his golden fingers, but unexpectedly the young man kicked off the wall and flew up, reaching the ceiling in the blink of an eye.

What kind of number is this? Qinggong?

He had no wings, but he flew more gracefully than the lioness. He was close to the ceiling and was about to fly to the door. Unexpectedly, a big hole suddenly opened in the ceiling. The drunkard Milo jumped down from the hole and stepped on the young man without hesitation. The man's head was trampled all the way to the ground.

The young man was still calm, and he swung the short knife and slashed at Milo's ankle. Milo quickly raised his foot, and the young man took the opportunity to escape and take to the air again.

"Wind God believer?" Milo turned around and closed the door. Manda understood, ran around the room and closed all the windows.

The young man slowly flew towards the entrance of the ceiling, and was punched down by the lion girl who was guarding the entrance. The lion girl wanted to jump down to help, but Manda shouted: "Don't cause trouble, bet the entrance of the hole!"

What should I use to block the hole? The lion girl looked at Moira, who grabbed Guatel and stuffed it into the hole.

The room was no longer ventilated, and the young man floating in the air slowly fell down. Manda shook his golden finger, and Milo pulled out his scimitar. This time he had no way to escape.

Unexpectedly, the young man took off his robe and waved it vigorously, creating a whirlwind in the room. His body disappeared into the whirlwind, leaving only a robe that slowly fell to the ground.

Incarnate into the wind, fifth level? This is impossible! Milo was stunned.

Manda asked: "Did he escape?"

He probably didn't escape, the danger pendant was very hot!

Millo said nothing. He took out the wine bottle, took a big sip, and then sprayed it out. The room was filled with wine mist. In the mist, Millo saw the figure of the other party and shouted loudly: "He is here." Behind you!"

Without thinking, Manda immediately squatted down. The young man swung his knife in the air, and his ankle was cut off by Manda who was squatting on the ground. He knelt on the ground in pain.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the robe and create a whirlwind again. Milo stepped on his hand and asked, "Are you a fifth-level believer of the Wind God?"

The young man gritted his teeth and remained silent. Manda shook her head and said, "Don't be so rough."

He cut open the young man's stomach with his golden fingers. When he saw the blood gushing out, the young man screamed loudly. Manda covered his mouth and whispered: "Don't be so loud, tell me your name first."