Give Me the Name of God

　　 Manda lay in Portia’s cave for five full days, and this corpse cave that everyone hated became the best refuge.

　　 There are no tasks here, and there is no need to be on duty. Every day he eats, sleeps, reads books, and takes notes, so that Manda gradually recovered his normal life.

　　 There are a lot of things to remember recently, the most important thing is that he has determined the name of the destiny and accomplished an important goal.

"My natal **** is Hermes. He is the son of Zeus, the king of the gods, and Maia, the goddess of wind and rain. He is a merchant, a traveler, a thief, a shepherd, a liar, and the patron saint of the arena. He is also a **** Messenger..."

　　 "His business is really messy!" Manda sighed. It was true that the natal **** did not notice, and continued to write on the parchment:

　　 "He is one of the twelve lord gods. As his believer, I must reach the eighth level to be able to gain immortality, and I must also find the artifact. I don't know what the artifact is."

　　 describes the basic situation, according to Manda's habits, the following is an analysis of pros and cons.

　　 Favorable conditions:

　　 1. At present, I have been able to use level one skills relatively proficiently. I dreamed last night and the first scale was almost filled, which was one-fifth short of it.

　　2. Developed the three extended functions behind the skills, able to see the value of language, the value of people, and the value of certain behaviors.

　　3. The physical fitness has been further strengthened. Not only the speed and strength have been greatly improved, but the recovery ability has also become extremely fast. The trauma has been healed without leaving any scars on the face.

Adverse conditions:

　　 1. The natal **** gave fewer and fewer hints, which is understandable, the gods are very busy, especially the main **** with a lot of business.

　　 2. Did not find a way to promote to the second rank, there is no clue at all.

　　 3. The body recovers too fast, the old witch wants to drive me away, the happy days are almost over...

　　 As soon as I wrote this, I saw Portia looking at herself with disgust.

　　 "When do you still want to stay here?"

"Blazing woman, I have done a lot for you too!" Manda picked up a deer ear flower, "I helped you distinguish many herbs. This herb is fake, and this sacks of herbs is fake. I can tell at a glance!"

　　 "I know this is fake," Portia snatched the herbs and threw them back in the sack. "Keep it, this thing also has some medicinal properties, other medicinal properties."

　　 Manda does not understand the properties of medicine, but he knows the value. The value of this bag of fake medicine is not more than five copper coins. What medicine can it have?

　　 The reason Portia refused to throw it away was because it was the medicinal material that Old Yaman personally sent back. No one would have thought that it was the last time the two of them met.

　　 I don't know what kind of past they have had, but every time I see this bag of herbs, Portia always sighs.

　　 The feeling of loss will not last long, because she still has a lot of work to do.

　　 In the past three days, twenty or thirty bodies have been delivered every day. Based on the number of casualties, the war has begun, but Manda did not feel the atmosphere of the war, nor did he hear any news about the war.

　　 He took the knife, opened the corpse, removed the organs, and then moved the corpse to the entrance of the cave, and put a small bag of corpse powder beside him.

　　 After finishing all this, Manda habitually looked at a wooden box with the eyes of the dead.

Manda has no interest in eyeballs, but this box always shines with golden light. While the old witch opened the wooden box, Manda glanced in, and a large piece of gold coins fell from before her eyes. Before she had time to count, the old witch took The box is closed.

　　 There are too many secrets hidden in this old lady. No wonder the earl’s eyes never appeared in her cave. Disgusting corpses is probably not the main reason.

　　 Yesterday’s corpse had just been processed, and today’s corpse was sent over again. Eudora the Harpy stood at the entrance of the cave and said, "My dear, can you walk?"

　　Manda was lying on the bed, thinking about how to answer, but Portia spoke for him: "He has several broken bones. Don't even think about walking this month."

　　 "Really, I want to go in and chat with him." Just as Eudora took a step in, a group of flies suddenly swooped on her face, making her frightened her wings.

"It's so cold, these **** flies are still alive!" Portia approached Udora and smiled gloomily, "I have a poison here that can kill all the flies, do you want to try it? Give it a try?"

　　 Eudora stepped back and then smiled at Manda: "Little guy, I will see you another day."

　　 It is true that Eudora has gone far. Manda began to help the old witch to clean up the corpse. This time it was quite rewarding. They found more than 70 silver coins and a piece of parchment on a male corpse.

The man’s face was **** and unrecognizable, but the handwriting on the letter was still clear. This letter was written to his wife. He referred to his wife as honey. There were eleven times "My Honey" on a short page. "Manda can even smell the sweetness between pen and ink.

　　 He told his wife that he had saved enough money and wanted to buy him a long skirt.

　　 There are very few people who can read in this era. Seeing his neat fonts proves that he has received a good education, Manda really can’t figure out why he wants to join the Marquis’s army.

　　 "What a good man!" Portia sighed, threw the letter into the fire, and divided the silver coins with Manda.

　　 "You don't have to be so polite, I just helped a little." Manda returned the silver coin to Portia.

　　 Portia touched Manda's face: "Don't pretend, I know you are greedy for money. Every time you perform a task, all you want is money."

"What else can I ask for besides money? No matter what I have, the earl can take it away at any time," Manda sighed. "The same is true for money. It may be taken away before I spend it all. And in this valley There is no place to spend money."

　　 "There are still places to spend money. I can teach you a way to spend money."

　　 "Since you have money to spend, give it to you." Manda sincerely slid the silver coin to Portia.

　　 "Alright, I will buy something for you." The old witch counted out twenty silver coins and placed them on the altar, and lit a candle.

Manda was taken aback. This was the altar of the wizard goddess Circe. Portia was the only person in the Valley of Grievance who did not believe in Typhon (without considering the two twenty-five boys). She and the Earl’s The relationship is not purely dependent, but more like a special cooperative relationship.

　　 These are not the main points. The main point is why can silver coins be used for sacrifice? Although twenty silver coins can buy a rich offering, is it too vulgar to pay directly?

　　 And how do you sacrifice silver coins? Burned?

　　 The old witch took out a clay pot, UU reading www.uukanshu. com spilled the mercury inside on the silver coins.

　　 "The flowing silver meets the immovable silver, guess what will happen?" The old witch shrugged her eyebrows, and Manda hurriedly hid in the distance.

Although Manda doesn’t know much about chemistry, he knows that mercury and silver will not react chemically. Silver will dissolve in mercury and become an amalgam (alloy of silver and mercury), but no matter what it turns into, mercury is Very toxic.

　　 After the mercury was sprinkled, the old witch took the old snake tooth grass, sand butterfly silk and tuman root, pounded it into powder and sprinkled it on the mercury.

　　The silver coins and mercury on the table all turned into thick smoke, and Manda hid further.

　　 The old witch also hid in the distance, until the smoke cleared, the candlelight trembled violently and almost went out, and the originally cold cave was covered with a layer of frost.

　　 Manda's teeth rattled, and he felt something coming in.

"what is that?"

　　 "Can't you see it?" The old witch smiled grimly, "Don't you even have a first-order skill?"

　　 "I haven't reached the level yet."

　　 The old witch ignored Manda, silently looking at the idol above the altar, as if looking at an old friend.

　　 Can I see the gods on the altar with a Tier 1 skill? My first-order skills seem to only recognize money.

　　 Manda made cross-eyed eyes and looked at the altar, which scared him to almost sit on the ground.

　　 Sitting on the altar was a woman in her thirties. She had a fiery red robe, long fiery hair, and her pale face was painted with fiery red oil and rouge. Her whole face was coquettish and weird, just like drawn with a paintbrush.

　　 "What do you want, old man!"

　　 That woman can talk!

　　 "It depends on what you have." Portia responded with a smile.