Give Me the Name of God

The pearl disappeared from the tray on the right, and a ball of cyan liquid slowly appeared on the scale on the left.

Manda was stunned, and so was the poet.

The poet stood up and said, "What is this?"

Manda said in shock: "You stood up?"

The poet stood up, although he was not standing very steadily.

He said with embarrassment: "Actually, I stood up two days ago. It all happened so suddenly. I don't know what I should tell you first. Compared with this scale, my legs are actually very small." It’s not that important…”

Manda looked at the poet with her mouth wide open, not knowing whether to be happy for him or sad for herself.

He knew too little about the world, and there were too many unknown and mysterious forces that washed away his fragile nerves again and again.

Both he and the poet overlooked one thing: the blue liquid was still suspended in the left tray of the scale.

The tray on the left suddenly moved, for the first time.

Each finger bone grabbed the liquid, and with a flick of the wrist bone, the liquid was accurately poured into Manda's mouth.

This scale should be used to hit baseball. Even the best pitchers may not have such a hitting rate.

The blue liquid was stuck in her throat. Manda tried to cough and vomit, but the liquid never came out. As her throat twitched, it slowly slipped into Manda's esophagus.

He trembled violently and his whole body began to twitch.

The poet was frightened and quickly stepped forward to help Manda. He could barely stand up two days ago. His lower body was obviously unstable. Manda fell on his back and fell heavily to the ground with the poet.

"Master! Master!" The poet ignored the pain and hugged Manda tightly. "Master, what's wrong with you! God, I know that I shouldn't explore this divine object. I shouldn't explore the things that don't belong to mortals. wisdom!"

Manda gasped and said with difficulty: "Put the scale away and take me to another room. Quick, the sooner the better. Watch is coming."

"What gaze?"

"Do as I say!"

For the first time since she came to this world, Manda felt the gaze of the gods, the coming gaze.

It felt like someone was calling. The phone hadn't been answered yet, but Manda heard the ringing sound first.

…

Hermes pushed aside a cloud of mist in the temple and saw Manda in the mortal world.

The poet was limping into the bedroom holding Manda, and at this time Manda had fallen into a coma.

Hermes frowned and said, "He is injured?"

Pan Shen stood aside and shook his head: "I watched him last night. He was very good. He spent the whole night with four women."

"He is really in this mood, and he doesn't even look at what time it is!"

"He just started a fight between two forces, and in the long run, this is indeed a victory worth celebrating."

Hermes shook his head and said: "The war between the Lord of Divine Punishment and Cronus is not over yet. Cronus was seriously injured. The war will soon turn. He does not need to spend too much thought here.

Odysseus is about to arrive in the Kingdom of the Priests. The name of the new god is not yet stable, and his power has just sprouted, and it is likely that it will be stolen by Athena. "

Pan Shen said: "Let me go there. Although my power will be limited in the mortal world, it should be more than enough to deal with Odysseus."

"It's too close to the edge of the world. We can't show up there easily. Rules are rules. Being too presumptuous will anger Gaia. Carve deeds on the rock wall as soon as possible to make Harumas' authority stronger."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of axes chiseling in the distance was endless, and Hermes sighed softly: "Hephaestus is really diligent. Most of the gods on Mount Olympia have been forgotten by the world. How many deeds can be left for him to carve?"

God Pan pursed his fangs and said, "Ares often goes to the cliff to tamper with some disgraceful history. Hera has always condoned this, and Hephaestus is so stubborn. As long as the tampering is discovered, he will definitely correct it. During this time, they had many fights on the cliff."

"They are all free!" A rare sullen look appeared on Hermes' face, "It seems I have to find something for them to do. How are Sandir's preparations?"

"She has completely taken control of Pandora's body and often goes to the hunting grounds in the forest to hone herself."

Pan said it politely, but Hermes understood what he meant.

"How do I understand this behavior? Why did he provoke Artemis? Doesn't he have anything else to do? From today on, let her stay by the cliff and carve Harumas whenever she has a moment. deeds."

God Pan leaned over to salute and was about to leave when Hermes warned again: "Go and see Manda. He seems to be really injured, and he is still seriously injured."

After leaving the palace of Hermes, Pan was about to go to the forest hunting ground to search for Sandir, when he suddenly saw Callisto blocking the way.

God Pan was not in a good mood, but no matter what the situation, he could put a friendly smile on his face.

"Beautiful nymph, what do you want from me?"

"I need your help."

"Don't speak so loudly..." Pan Shen looked around, "If you don't mind, please come to the humble residence to talk. Just don't worry, I won't do anything wrong to you."

Callisto smiled and said: "Take out all the unreasonable things you can think of and do whatever you want. I promise you."

Pan Shen smiled and said: "That's really flattering. Beautiful fairy, please come with me."

Arriving at Pan's palace, Callisto untied the brooch and said, "I need your help for two things."

Pan quickly helped Callisto take the brooch back: "Let's talk about things first."

"It's okay to do things first," Callisto lifted up her skirt slightly, "The first thing is, I want to take back my authority in the world."

Pan respectfully put down Callisto's skirt: "With all due respect, this is impossible."

"Don't be so absolute. Your father is the person in charge of order. I am just a mortal god worshiped by a group of savages in the world."

"Just a mortal god?" God Pan asked Callisto to sit down and poured her a glass of wine. "I think you must miss those days very much. Pearls of faith kept pouring out of your body, almost filling your stomach. It’s so full.”

Callisto nodded and said: "There is such a situation. At this time, I will drive out all the believers and not allow them to recite my honorable name, but the pearls still continue to surge into the faith." I have to vomit some of it out, otherwise I won’t be able to digest it.”

Pan Shen smiled and said: "You have also seen what the Queen has gained today, thirteen pearls. This is already a day worth being happy about."

Callisto said: "I know that the queen's situation is not good, but she still has at least thousands of believers in the world. She should not only gain this little every day. I suspect that someone has stolen the power of her faith."

God Pan shook his head and said: "No one dares to steal her faith. The Queen is very violent and sensitive. Even if she catches a trace of suspicion, the entire Olympia Mountains will be turned upside down.

At present, there is only so much power of faith that belongs to Him. In the world, there are indeed thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people who remember His name, but those people are not His believers at all. They never pray to Hera, let alone will offer sacrifices to Hera,

Women will pray to the Lord of Divine Punishment when they get married and have children. They have long ceased to regard the Queen of Heaven as a protector. Hera is a legend written in a parchment, a story in the mouth of an old woman, a storyteller and a singer. People can make up many sexy jokes for the Queen of Heaven for two copper coins. Do you think these people will bring the power of faith to the Queen of Heaven? "

Callisto thought for a moment and said: "There are still loyal believers. Last month, Hera received a sacrifice..."

"Yes, a grand sacrifice, a total of two hundred and three pearls were harvested. Can it be compared with the sacrifice you performed when you were in the human world?"

Callisto remained silent. She could harvest at least three to five hundred pearls from a sacrifice in the human world, and it was not uncommon to receive thousands of pearls.

God Pan continued: "In the human world, there are four or five secret organizations that believe in Hera, with a total of two to three hundred people. These are what you call devout believers.

But how religious can these people be? They had heard about Hera's deeds and had experiences similar to Hera's. They offered sacrifices to Hera, hoping to exchange for Hera's blessing. They hoped that Hera would help them find their husbands who were attracting bees and butterflies outside. Punish shamelessly those women who seduced their husbands,

But did Hera pay attention to her followers? Is there any difference between mortals and dust in His eyes? How much piety do you think a mortal can give to a statue of a god and a few legends? How long can a mortal remain pious to a goddess who cannot see, hear, and will never respond in any way? If the statue of Hera is discovered, they will be regarded as heretics and burned at the stake. How long can they maintain their piety in the face of such great danger? "

Callisto lowered his head: "When I was in the mortal world..."

"You are different. You were once a living god. God was right in front of your believers. You watched the believers worship, eat the believers' sacrifices, and punish the believers for their mistakes. They can all see this. They can see it. Your joy and anger, they can even see you fighting for them. This belief is real. Even just a shout of your honorable name is worth thousands of prayers. I can even tell you that in this world, There are tens of thousands of soldiers who secretly believe in Ares and Athena, and even the power of faith they gain cannot compare with yours.

But now it's all gone, you've lost everything, I don't have the power to help you regain your authority in the world, it's too precious, and now everything belongs to Athena, and I don't have the power to fight with Him, face it Let's face it, maybe I can help you with other things. "

Callisto took a deep breath and said, "I want to find my son."

Pan Shen nodded and smiled: "This is the really meaningful thing. According to the information I have, your son should be in the mortal world. I can ask my father's followers to help you search for clues about him, but what do you give in exchange? ?”

Callisto thought for a moment and said: "I can help you get rid of Hera."

Pan Shen was shocked and said: "You can't say this nonsense. We respect the Queen very much and don't have any hatred..."

"Hera has a deep hatred for you," Callisto said. "Between Hera and Hermes, one of them will always die. It is not a bad thing to let him die earlier."

Pan blinked. Callisto was right, but he was too direct.

"If, I mean if, if you really need to do that one day, do you have the power to compete with the Queen of Heaven? The Queen of Heaven's original power is still very terrifying."

Callisto said: "I said it was help. You are in charge of this matter. I only provide help."

Hearing this, Pan Shen nodded and said, "I will tell my father about this. This deal is basically concluded."

Callisto added: "When I find clues about my son, I still need you to help me rescue my child."

Pan Shen turned his face sideways and said, "This is another deal. What do you give in exchange?"

Callisto whispered: "I will take the power of the Giant Bear Goddess back from Athena, half of it will be given to you, and the other half will be kept for myself. Is it a deal?"

The old goat sighed: "You still don't want to face reality..."

"I am in charge of this matter, but I need your help. If the matter is exposed, I promise that it has nothing to do with you and I will bear all the consequences."

Pan Shen's eyes lit up: "Can you let me hear the details?"

"I have been a mortal god in an extremely cold place for ten thousand years. There are some things that only I know how to do."