Give Me the Name of God

Manda slept until noon again. After waking up, he took the initiative to go to the church to pray for Yorden. The guest room was on the second floor and the church was on the first floor. Before Manda could go down the stairs, Yorden had already caught up from behind. .

"Messenger's messenger, you are really a sleepyhead."

Manda suppressed her disgust, looked back at Yorden, and smiled politely.

He was at the bottom of the stairs and Yorden was on the stairs. They were separated by a few steps. The unique perspective allowed Manda to vaguely see some gold coins from Yorden's chest.

Is he a believer of the ancient god? He is so devout to the Lord of Divine Punishment, he must be a Divine Punishment Warrior, right?

But if he is a divine punishment warrior, the king will never allow him to inherit the title. Divine punishment warriors cannot serve as officials. This is the law of the kingdom and the rules set by the pope.

Judging from the number of gold coins, he should be at the third level. Normally, Manda would not take a third-level believer seriously, but the current situation is special and Manda's physical condition is too bad.

In the corridor on the first floor, Manda turned to talk to Yorden from time to time, taking the opportunity to glance around the two rows of rooms.

When passing the fifth room on the left, Manda discovered a special mark. It was a heavy wooden door wrapped in iron sheets, with an imperceptible scratch near the crack of the door.

This is why the crab stretches out its legs. This is the mark it leaves on Manda. There is a huge iron lock on the iron door. With the lion girl's brute strength, she may be able to break the iron lock, but Manda doesn't want to take the risk. If reinforcements come, it will be embarrassing for everyone to be trapped in the room. , you have to find an opportunity to open the lock.

When they arrived at the church, Manda continued to pray the same way as yesterday. Yorden was very interested in Manda's language and imitated Manda's pronunciation from time to time. He also took advantage of the breaks in prayer to ask about the meaning of the prayers.

"What do you mean by that damn sissy phrase you always repeat?"

“A dead sissy means the most devout believer of the Lord.”

Yorden said with a happy face: "Are you referring to me?"

Manda nodded: "Yes, I'm talking about you."

“Did the Lord call me that too?”

"Yes, the Lord also said you are a bitch."

Until dusk, a waiter came to Yorden and whispered a few words.

Yorden listened to another prayer before getting up and leaving.

Returning to the hall of the castle, Ilena, covered with scars, was waiting for him. She knelt in front of Yorden, lowered her head and said, "Sir, the enemy has appeared and is approaching our castle."

"How many people are there in the enemy army?"

"There are three hundred men, all cavalry."

"How far is it from here?"

"According to my estimation, it should be less than twenty miles."

Yorden frowned: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I discovered the enemy's camp, but the enemy's sentry also discovered me. I wanted to kill the sentry, but I didn't expect that there were helpers around her." Ilena told the truth without reservation.

"I told you not to fight with the enemy. Come back to me immediately after you find the enemy. Why don't you listen to me?"

"I'm sorry, sir." Elena's voice was choked. She knew the consequences of doing something wrong.

"It's okay, don't blame yourself." Yorden helped Irena up and held her in his arms. He ordered the musicians to play the piano and led Irena to dance.

Ilena nestled happily in Yorden's arms, forgetting all the pain for a moment, and followed Yorden's dance steps, as if flying in the clouds.

At this moment, she felt that she was the happiest woman in the world.

After the dance, Yorden took out a short knife from his sleeve and cut Ilena's neck.

Ilena just twitched. She tried her best to control her body without making any struggle.

She raised her head with all her strength. At the last moment of her life, she wanted to take another look at Yorden.

Yorden caught Ilena's blood in a wine glass and poured the blood on the blooming violets.

Watching blood drops dripping from the petals, Yorden ordered Keshid: "Gather the troops and prepare for battle."

Senior Deacon Leike'an said: "I will assemble the God's Punishment Army immediately!"

"No need to worry," Yorden looked indifferent, "I want to hear the Lord's will."

He came to the church and did not rush to interrupt Manda. Instead, he knelt in front of the statue of the Lord of Divine Punishment and prayed with Manda.

It wasn't until Manda finished reciting a prayer that Yorden asked: "The enemy is coming. Has the Lord given you any revelation?"

"How many enemies are coming?"

"Three hundred cavalry."

Manda turned around and said, "Take your soldiers and set off immediately to send them to hell."

Yorden tilted his head and said, "You mean to let me fight outside the castle?"

Manda said: "This is the Lord's will."

Yorden shook his head and said: "I think sticking to the castle is the wise choice."

"Do you want to go against the will of the Lord?"

Yorden shook his head and said, "I don't think the Lord will let me make a stupid choice."

"If you stay behind closed doors, the ferocious Krechi Monchik will burn, kill, and loot the territory wantonly, and your people will be mercilessly ravaged."

"Are you talking about those ugly common people?" Yorden smiled contemptuously, "I don't care about their life or death."

"But the Lord cares. Your territory is the Lord's holy land, and your people are the Lord's children."

"They are not worthy to be the Lord's children, at least most of them are not worthy," Yorden looked up at the statue of God. "My territory is just an ordinary piece of land. Only this castle is the Lord's holy land, and only I am the most pious to the Lord." My child, I look forward to the battle tonight, if they really dare to come tonight."

Manda wanted to trick Yorden out of the city, but unfortunately Yorden was not that easy to trick.

Moreover, Manda's move was suspected by Yorden, and there were many guards at the door of the church.

I'm in trouble now. How should I get out?

There is no choice but to fight hard.

Manda rubbed her gold finger and looked at the candles on the candlestick that were about to burn out.

…

At night, Encia led the cavalry to the vicinity of the castle. The first order was to dismount the cavalry. In a siege, the cavalry was of no use and could only become a living target for archers.

Guatel directed the craftsmen to assemble the catapults. After a while, the three catapults were assembled. Encia led the soldiers and pushed the heavy catapults to the front of the castle.

"Stupid and ugly enemies, are you so eager to go to hell?" Yorden, wearing military uniform, sprinkled a flower petal down the city, and Knight Keshid ordered the war to begin. Fifty soldiers turned the winch and drew a huge crossbow.

A crossbow arrow that was thicker than a spear was placed on the crossbow. Keshid gave an order, and the crossbow arrow flew out and accurately hit the catapult, directly breaking the main shaft of the catapult.

The catapult collapsed, and two soldiers were killed under the wooden beams. Another catapult threw a stone, which fell under the city.

"We're not close enough!" shouted a sergeant. "At least another thirty feet."

Encia was hesitant. The huge crossbow arrows could break the wooden beams of the catapults. If they were shot at the crowd, it would cause countless casualties.

Tila said from the side: "There is a lot of water in the moat. You cover me, I will rush up, collect the water together, and then ask Guatel to build a pontoon bridge, and we can rush to the bottom of the city."

"It's useless to rush to the city," Encia shook his head and said, "Look at how thick the city gate is, we can't attack it!"

Hearing the shouts of killing outside, Manda knew that the battle had begun. He knew that there was no hope of attacking by force. What he needed to do now was to immediately open the door to the tunnel.

He walked to the door of the church and said to the guards: "The candles have burned out. I'm going to get some more from the carriage."

The guard pointed to the box in the corner: "There are many candles there."

"These candles are useless. Only candles with holy light can receive the Lord's blessing."

The guard drew his long sword and said: "You are not allowed to leave the church. This is the order of the Earl!"