Give Me the Name of God

"You want me to do this kind of thing when you are tired? Don't you have many subordinates?"

"They do not have the majesty of the ruler of order, nor the power of the ruler of order!"

"Is the person in charge of order working as a slave for you?"

"The initial mixing must be absolutely uniform. If you trust my subordinates, you can let them try it. Don't forget, this is related to the survival of Mount Olympia."

Although the quarrels continued, Hermes never put down the wooden stick in his hand. The initial stirring must be absolutely uniform. In this matter, Hephaestus believed that Hephaestus would not mess around.

Hephaestus sat on the edge of the copper pot and pondered for a long time, then whispered slowly: "I didn't expect that you would really give up this battle."

"What else? Will you die with them?"

"Why didn't you stop them if you thought there was no hope of victory?"

"Did I stop it? Athena has taken over the power of Poseidon, Pluto is on her side, and even Typhon has become her helper. What else can I do?"

"With your strength, you can definitely kill Athena."

"Then the gods swarmed and killed me, adding the word shame after my name."

"Maybe none of them together can kill you."

"Then what?" Hermes smiled, "Only you and I are left on this mountain. Let's duel again to see who can become the King of the Gods?"

Hephaestus sighed: "Are the gods really that unbearable?"

"It's not that bad, they just need some lessons."

"They long to go back to the old days, and they still want to dominate everything in this world."

"I have longed for many things, but longing is no excuse for stupidity."

"Maybe they have a chance?" Hephaestus blinked and looked at Hermes, "Maybe they have a chance if they take Cronus's scythe? That is the most powerful artifact in the world!"

Hermes shook his head and said: "Even if Cronus holds the scythe, he can only barely protect himself in front of the Lord of Divine Punishment. How useful is the scythe in Athena's hand?"

"What if it's in the hands of Typhon?"

"Two possibilities!" Hermes thought about this problem. "The first possibility is that Typhon does not know how to use the scythe at all and was seriously injured by the Lord of Divine Punishment. The second possibility is that Typhon defeated him with the scythe. Lord of Divine Punishment, it’s time to attack the gods. Don’t forget what Typhon did before, he may do it again at any time.”

"Is there a third possibility?"

Hermes was silent for a while, nodded and said: "Yes, I suspect that Cronus has ulterior motives. The sickle is the weapon for his livelihood and should not be brought to the mortal world easily."

"Many gods are willing to leave the artifacts in the mortal world. In fact, that is a safer choice."

"But it turned out that this was wrong. Shelty had no ability to protect the artifact, and Odysseus snatched it away as soon as he took it out."

"Do you think that scythe is real?"

"I feel quite..." The cold wind blew, and Hermes froze in the wind for a long time.

He slowly turned his face to Hephaestus. Hephaestus blushed and said, "Don't look at me like that."

"What do you mean by like?" Hermes asked.

"Like means very similar." Hephaestus answered very calmly.

"You already knew that the sickle was fake?"

"You can't say it's fake. In fact, it's 70% true."

"What does 70% true mean?"

"The owner of the scythe told me so."

"Why would the owner of the scythe say such things to you?" Hermes almost jumped up, "Did you make a fake scythe for Cronus?"

Hephaestus nodded and said, "He gave me the money!"

"You would actually do such a thing!"

Hephaestus puffed up his chest and said, "It is not shameful to make money to eat."

"The fake sickle you made can cut through the barrier of Mount Olympia? That is something that even the Lord of Divine Punishment cannot do."

"So it's 70% true!"

Hermes found that there were some truths that he could not explain, because in Hephaestus's view, He had already explained everything clearly.

Hermes straightened out his thoughts and asked a key question: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"That's not fair," Hephaestus looked at Hermes and said, "Cronus gave me money and asked me to do things, so naturally I have to keep his secrets. This is the principle of fair transactions!"

Hermes was stunned. Hephaestus was right. Fair dealing was Hermes' creed.

"What do you mean by the money Cronus gave you?"

"I can't even tell you this!" Hephaestus said with a serious look, "This not only betrays Cronus, but also betrays myself. You didn't give me anything, and you just wanted to get something out of me. Do you think that’s fair?”

There's nothing wrong with it, there's still nothing wrong with it, the logic is so strong and watertight.

"Why are you telling me the truth now?"

Hephaestus said: "Because I feel that this matter will not end easily. The lives of thousands of gods are threatened. Maybe they are worthy of death. I can turn a blind eye and it has nothing to do with me. But if you even I was also hurt, which is not fair to me. The price of a business should not be so high."

"Thank you for your trust." Hermes stared at Hephaestus.

"Our friendship and brotherhood cannot be measured by price after all." Hephaestus looked back at Hermes.

"What if Cronus paid double the price?"

"Then I won't say a word to you."

"Are you serious?"

"This is a fair deal!"

"well said!"

If there was a god on Mount Olympia that Hermes could not fathom, it was Hephaestus.

He didn’t know what kind of interactions Hephaestus had with anyone, or what Hephaestus had done in the past, or what Hephaestus would do in the future. He didn’t know what Hephaestus had now. Such strength and what kind of status.

Hephaestus made a scythe of Cronus, which can be completely mistaken for a real scythe!

But he knows one thing. Hephaestus is currently a reliable ally.

"When did you make this fake sickle for Cronus?"

"It's been almost a hundred years, I can't remember clearly," Hephaestus shook his head and said, "I didn't mean to deceive you intentionally. I did forget about it, and Athena refused to take the sickle. When she came out, it wasn’t until she cut the barrier with a scythe that I realized that the scythe was fake. It was something I made, and I couldn’t mistake it.”

"It's been a hundred years... During these one hundred years, there has been peace between him and the Lord of Divine Punishment."

Hermes stirred the glue while thinking about Cronus' intentions.

"Kronos can survive to this day only because of that scythe. It is the most powerful artifact in the world, and it is also the only artifact that can hurt the Lord of Divine Punishment. The Lord of Divine Punishment is afraid of his scythe, so he should not do anything to him. He wanted to kill you, but He asked you to make a fake sickle, what is your intention?"

Hermes called out a clone, took two clay dolls from Hephaestus's shelf, and started a demonstration.

"In the first case, the Lord of Divine Punishment discovered that Cronus's scythe had been snatched away by Athena, and went directly to deal with Cronus. Cronus suddenly took out the scythe, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, and severely damaged the Lord of Divine Punishment. Lord, Cronus wins.

In the second case, the Lord of Divine Punishment is afraid of Athena and concentrates on dealing with Athena. Cronus takes the opportunity to stab the Lord of Divine Punishment in the back, and Cronus wins.

The third situation is the current situation. Athena took the initiative to deal with the Lord of Divine Punishment with a scythe. The two sides fought until both sides were injured. Cronus took the opportunity to stab him in the back. After stabbing both sides at the same time, Cronus still won.

Inferring from this, no matter which case, the winner is always Cronus. "

While speaking, the clone of Hermes broke off the doll's head. Hephaestus took a look and said, "That doll has at least two pearls."

"I owe you first, all the pearls have been snatched away," Hermes took back his clone and said, "It's so risky, it's really so risky. If I join the war, both sides will really fight until both sides lose..."

"But you didn't go to war, so it's you who wins that one."

"It's too dangerous!" Hermes couldn't help shaking his head, "A little negligence will lead to disaster."

Hermes was still scared, but God Pan and Manda had already walked up to him.

Hermes raised his head and stared at Manda affectionately for a long time.

Manda lowered his head, feeling very nervous.

How to express excitement? Should there be some tears in your eyes?

Pan Shen smiled and said, "He's here."

Hermes nodded and said, "Who is he?"

Manda shuddered, and the feelings that had been brewing for a long time disappeared instantly.

Pan looked at Hermes in surprise: "He is your son, you...forgot him?"

"It's my son! How could I forget him!" Hermes hugged Manda with one hand and was still stirring the glue with the other hand. "You are finally here, my son."

"I have been waiting for your call, father." Manda's voice began to tremble, and the feelings that had been brewing slowly came back.

"You have grown so tall, my son!"

"I have been growing up under your watch."

What is this situation? Doesn’t He stare at me every day?

"Do you know how much I miss you? My son!"

"I miss you very much, my father!" Tears were about to come out.

"What's your name? My son!"

"Man..." Tears filled her cheeks like bursting dams. Manda turned to look at Pan Shen and said, "Father, are you okay?"

Pan Shen shrugged and said, "Most of the time it's good."

Hermes grabbed Manda's shoulders and said solemnly: "I need your help."

"I will go through fire and water for you, father!"

Hermes handed the wooden pole in his hand to Manda: "Take this and stir slowly!"

"Okay!" Manda took the wooden pole and inserted it into the huge copper pot. "What skills do I need to use?"

"No skills required."

"Do you want to infuse divine power?"

"No need for divine power."

"Then I..."

"Just stir it evenly."

Hermes sat next to Hephaestus and whispered: "Can you help me make another scale?"

"How true?"

"Well, the scale you gave me is real, right?"

"About eight or so."

"It's not innocent!"

"The materials you gave me are not enough, I have to add something else!"

…

Manda looked at the old goat and asked, "How long will this pot of paste be mixed?"

Pan Shen said with a stern expression: "Don't ask so many questions, this is a training for you!"

Manda held the wooden stick and said, "You brought me from the mortal world just to do this?"