Give Me the Name of God

In a village outside Drawsha City, two women were boiling soup in a longhouse.

The young woman burst into tears: "Are we really going to do this?"

The older woman's eyes were firm: "What else can you do if you don't do this? Do you want to remain a widow for the rest of your life?"

"But if we let them drink this medicine, what's the difference between us and being widowed?"

"At least they are still alive, and at least there are people to help us farm and feed our livestock!"

"But……"

"Nothing! I learned some methods from my sister in Pidun City. We don't have to rely on men for that kind of thing in the future. We can do it too!"

The male owners of the two families are dueling outside the village. Because the side effects of the medicine are too great, the epidemic has not been completely controlled. It has spread from Pidun City to Drawsha City. At this rate, it will spread to the entire city in less than two months. north.

The mistresses of the two families got the medicine powder from the lord, and they had two choices before them, either wait for their men to beat them to death and then become widows, or let their men take medicine and then become widows.

The two men were covered in wounds, one with an ax and the other with a pickaxe, both ready to deliver a fatal blow to the other.

When it was dinner time, every household lit a stove, and the smoke drifted outside the village and into the noses of the two people.

The older man put down the axe, and the younger man shouted: "What, are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid of you. I've never been afraid. I just want to go home and have a bowl of soup."

The young man also put down the pickaxe: "I also want to try the sausage made by my wife again, but we have to decide the winner in the end!"

"Why not wait until tomorrow?"

"That's fine!" The young man nodded, "Anyone who doesn't come at this time tomorrow is not a man!"

The two men were about to go home when they saw their wives carrying earthen pots outside the village.

The young woman did not dare to speak, and the older woman stammered: "We have cooked soup for you. Do you want to drink it?"

The older man took the jar, kissed his wife, and said with a smile, "Let's go home first."

The young man nodded and said, "Yes, go home first and then drink soup when you get home."

The young wife was surprised: "You don't want to fight?"

"No fight today, let's fight to the death tomorrow!"

The young wife looked at the older wife, wondering what to do.

The older wife hesitated for a moment, snatched the earthen pot from her husband's hand, and smashed it to pieces.

The husband said in shock: "What are you doing?"

"It's rare that you are still alive, but you still want to drink soup! Let's do something else!"

The husband smiled honestly: "That's fine!"

The young wife called the older wife aside: "I won't fight today, but what will happen tomorrow?"

The older wife lowered her voice and said, "I have a way to prevent him from getting up tomorrow!"

The young wife nodded and said, "I can do it too!"

…

In the wilderness, two pioneers were also dueling. They left the village to avoid the epidemic, but they did not expect to meet in this wilderness.

The wilderness is very vast, and they don't need to fight for land. Maybe there was a dispute during hunting, and even they themselves have forgotten the reason for the dispute. In short, they have to fight to the death today.

This is not their home, there is no fire pit, and no stove fire can be seen.

A man knocked down another man and was about to kill him with a hunting knife. When the torch was extinguished, a burst of flame suddenly rose up, obscuring the sight of the two men.

When the flames dissipated, the two men who had been fighting for a whole day lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, quietly in a daze.

Brave pioneers, fearless good men, the ever-burning sacred fire comes from the pure altar, extolling the blessings from the goddess and the longing from home.

A man found a few stones and built a simple fire pit.

Another man brought a pheasant and placed it next to the fire pit.

They gathered some firewood and lit a bonfire.

"Is there any wine?"

A man took out the wine bag and poured some on the fire: "This is dedicated to the goddess."

Another man tore off a chicken leg and put it respectfully into the fire: "This is also dedicated to the goddess."

A gust of evening wind blew by, and a man shivered.

Another man asked: "Would you like to..."

"No, stay away from me!"

…

In Qixing Mountain, Manda and her family eat hot pot together, and Dunison, who has been away from home for a while, also comes back.

"Master, I'm a little tired, I think..."

"Just stay home when you are tired," Manda said with a smile. "Your subordinates are also mature. Let them do the adventurous things."

Dunison was so happy that he drank a whole can of wine.

Stanley sighed: "The October sacrifices were not lively, and there was only one held in the temple."

Silva smiled and said: "The goddess doesn't like noisy sacrifices. The quiet stove is the goddess's favorite altar."

Dunison said: "I will offer another jar of wine to the goddess."

Silva nodded, took the wine jar and went to the stove with Dunison.

…

Hermes and Herma sneaked into Hestia's temple. The busy goddess had just fallen asleep. Hermes did not disturb her sweet dream and quietly placed a jar of red wine next to her.

There are pearls scattered next to the Fountain of Faith. The number is not as exaggerated as that of Demeter, but compared with the past, there is a huge difference.

The father and son went to the temple of Hera again. The queen, who had been busy all day, had just fallen asleep, but Hermes still woke her up.

Hera suppressed her anger and said, "What do you want to do?"

Hermes smiled and said: "You have worked hard these days, let me buy you a drink."

"Why have I worked so hard? I have been forgotten, whether in the divine world or in the mortal world!"

"That's right. You are about to be forgotten by the mortal world, but you are still reluctant to let go of the mortal world. Stop it. The disease you sent has already claimed many lives."

"Are you making excuses for me?" Hera sneered, "It is a man's nature to be aggressive. What does this have to do with me? If you want to frame me, you should at least find a decent excuse."

"This has nothing to do with men's nature. Their fighting stems from jealousy. Jealousy is your authority."

"Whatever you say!" Hera said angrily, "If you want to kill me, just do it. Don't bother making these boring excuses."

"I also think this is boring, and I hope you will stop doing these boring things and just tell me your conditions!"

Hera's face flushed, half out of anger and half out of embarrassment.

There is actually no need to hide some things. Both parties knew this. Since Hermes asked, Hera simply said: "Zeus is the Lord of the Gods. Even if he falls into a deep sleep, you have no right to deprive him of it." The status of the Lord God!"

"I was about to discuss this matter with you. There are two seats for the main gods. One of them I am going to hand over to Hercules and Amphitrite. As for who will become the main god in the end, it depends on who can Take the lead in improving your status,

I can leave the other seat to my father temporarily. What are you going to exchange with me? "

Hera looked at her temple: "What do you want from me? Just take it!"

Hermes suddenly touched Hera's face. Hera was shocked and shouted: "You are so presumptuous!"

Hermes took his hand back, and Hera felt an extra lump in her cheek.

"what did you do to me?"

"Nothing, I just put a charm. If you do something restless again, or if the charm leaves your body, the seat that belongs to my father will change hands immediately. Is it a deal?"

Hera did not dare to refuse Hermes. After drinking a glass of wine, the father and son left the Queen's Palace.

On the way, Hema had the courage to ask: "Actually, you already have a suitable candidate for this seat, but you just don't want to hand it over for the time being."

Hermes looked at Hema: "Are you also thinking about it? You have just been promoted to the sixth level, don't be so greedy."

"I don't have that big ambition. I am very satisfied to become a sixth-level god. I am wondering whether this seat should be reserved for my brother. He is qualified to become the main god."

Hermes smiled: "I remember that you and God Pan had many conflicts. Why do you want to speak for him tonight?"

"How can brothers not fight?" Hema smiled honestly, "I know that my brother did something wrong, but you also know his temperament, so please forgive him."

Hermes jumped up to the temple, looking down at Mount Olympia in the night.

He stretched, looked at Hema, smiled and said, "Go back and rest, I'm tired too."