Give Me the Name of God

Throughout much and most of the Classical Age, people were reluctant to offer sacrifices to Hades.

This is not very consistent with the identity and status of Pluto, but the beliefs in the classical era were very simple, and sacrificing to the gods naturally relied on the gods.

Sacrifice to the God of Agriculture can pray for a good harvest, sacrifice to the God of War can pray for victory, sacrifice to the God of Beauty can pray for love, what is the purpose of worshiping Pluto?

No one dislikes longevity, let alone a sacrifice, no one even wants to mention Hades's name.

Because there is too little faith in the world, and Hades does not live on Mount Olympia, Hades is not among the twelve main gods.

Zeus fell asleep, Ares fell, and Poseidon disappeared. Three seats were vacant among the main gods. Hermes took one of them and gave it to Hades.

December is approaching, how should Manda offer sacrifices to Hades?

Hades was looking forward to it, Manda was embarrassed, and Hermes was curious. He opened his mortal vision and looked at the royal capital.

Manda is conducting sacrifices. The purpose of the sacrifices is to pray for happiness for the deceased relatives.

This was the only suitable reason that Manda could come up with, but even though this reason was very convincing, it didn't get a good response.

People are unwilling to go to the temple of Hades. There are few temples of Hades in the kingdom. People are also unwilling to offer sacrifices to Hades. Even if they miss their deceased relatives very much, they do not want to face them. Hades prays any prayer.

What if Hades was moved by their sincerity and took them to the underworld to have a look?

With only a few responders, Manda initiated a compulsory order. All nobles must sacrifice to Pluto, and civilians can participate voluntarily. Stanley is solely responsible for the sacrifices in the royal capital, and Manda shuttles through various towns to check the status of the sacrifices.

Although Manda tried her best, the harvest of the sacrifice was far inferior to that of the God of Agriculture and the Goddess of Stove Fire.

In Manda's opinion, the results were not very good, but Pluto was moved. For countless years, all the faith Pluto gained came from ghosts in the underworld. The faith of ghosts would not turn into pearls, and Hades's spring of faith was also close to drying up.

Now seeing the pearl rolling in the spring, Hades decided to immediately send a return gift to the world.

Manda was afraid of this, but fortunately Pluto was still reasonable and did not send the mortals directly on their way, but brought their relatives right in front of them.

Bringing the deceased directly to relatives would have disastrous consequences. Pluto ordered his three thousand dream gods to bring the soul of the deceased into the dreams of relatives.

The repercussions of this move were not small. They were able to reunite with their relatives in dreams. Most people expressed their deep gratitude to Pluto, but some people responded with deep hatred and resentment. Manda was one of them. He himself He thought that the dream god would send Encia, but instead he sent his biological brother and sister.

His brother Fox was transformed into a pig, and his sister Shadina was transformed into a sow.

They knelt on the ground and begged Manda for mercy, and Manda beat them up and kicked them back to Hell to continue suffering.

Hermes closed his vision of the mortal world and sighed with a smile: "You can handle such a difficult matter well. They wish they were half as smart as you."

He quietly walked out of the temple and came to the bank of the Tianhe River in the night. He waved his hand at the flowing river, and the thunder scepter emerged from the river.

"This thing is really strong," Hermes smacked his lips, "Even the water of the Milky Way can't destroy you, what better way can I do?"

…

At dawn, Manda had just woken up when a sound of prayer came to her ears.

"Great Hermes, patron of merchants, please look here."

"I am about to purchase a rare volume of books, please identify the authenticity for me."

Transaction appraiser, one of Hermes' main businesses.

Manda sat on the edge of the bed and yawned. Should she take care of this matter?

Let’s first look at what kind of book it is.

Manda concentrated her thoughts and sneaked into the mind of the praying man. The praying man was a businessman in his thirties. He was very pious and focused. He only had the image of the book in his mind.

The first time she saw the book, Manda became more energetic. The material of the book was a bit special. It was not made of parchment, but of wood.

This is a scroll of bamboo slips. In past lives, it was the history of my hometown. In this life, it is the product of the Qinges people.

Manda responded to the businessman: "Buy the book, it is genuine, you will make a lot of money."

Blue Bay, in the medium-sized guest room of the tavern, the businessman heard the oracle and trembled with fear. After thinking about it, he became a little excited. He prayed devoutly and offered a jar of wine as a sacrifice, just to get instructions from the gods. ?

He took out his money bag and poured out four gold coins, six silver coins and more than twenty copper coins.

The businessman wants five gold coins. I wonder if he will sell four gold coins.

If you don't want to sell, add two more silver coins.

If you still refuse to sell, there is nothing you can do. You have to leave some traveling expenses for yourself.

After walking out of the guest room, he went upstairs. There was a spacious first-class room here, which cost three silver coins a night. The people who lived here had status. In addition, he had received instructions from God, so the businessman believed that he would not be deceived.

Pushing the door open and entering the room, a middle-aged man with blond hair smiled at him and said, "Have you thought about it?"

"Think about it!" The businessman sat opposite the old man, "You said this thing is a book. Although I can't see anything like a book, I think it should be a valuable thing. I am willing to pay two gold coins."

The middle-aged man smiled: "If you are sleepy, find a place to sleep. Don't come to my place and talk in your sleep."

"Three gold coins, no more."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Go somewhere else and buy what you want."

"I really want to buy it! But the price you offered is too high! If I buy a book for five gold coins, others will call me a fool!"

"Those who treat you as fools will never make big money. The minister of state in the royal capital paid a lot of money to buy Qinges people's books. Guess how much he will pay? Ten gold coins? Twenty gold coins? To him This little money is nothing! If it weren’t for the fact that I’m old and don’t want to walk such a long way, I would never give you this business.”

The businessman lowered his head and said, "But I really don't have that much money..."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "Four and a half gold coins, no more."

The businessman gritted his teeth and emptied his money bag: "I only have so much."

The middle-aged man counted them and couldn't help but laugh: "Take the copper, and the rest belongs to me. This place is still far from the royal capital. You may have to suffer a little along the way."

The businessman took away the bamboo slips, feeling mixed in his heart.

A little excited, he firmly believed that this thing would make him a lot of money.

I feel a little distressed. Four gold coins and six silver coins are not a small amount, and the middle-aged man is right. The journey to the royal capital is at least ten days. How can I survive with just a few coppers.

Let's cancel the guest room in the tavern first. We can't afford to stay there for one more day.

Go to the farmer's house and buy a few loaves of black bread. Twenty coppers should be enough to get you to the royal capital.

We couldn’t afford to sit in the carriage, so we had to walk over there sleeping in the open air...

When he arrived at the door of the tavern, the businessman shivered. It was too cold today.

Shivering, he had just taken two steps when he suddenly saw a young man following him.

"It's so cold, don't you want to go in and have a drink?" Manda pointed to the pub.

The businessman was shocked, what did this man mean?

We are strangers to each other, why did you suddenly come over to talk to me?

Manda didn't want to beat around the bush: "I came here to buy something nice, a book, a book made of wood."

The businessman was shocked. He had just bought the stuff. Where did he hear about it?

I don’t know how much time would be wasted if I continued to explain, so Manda took out her money bag directly: "Make an offer, how much do you want?"

"I don't know you!" The businessman raised his voice. There were many people on the street. This young man's body looked very thin. He would definitely not dare to rob openly. Even if he had help, in broad daylight...

Manda took out thirty gold coins: "Is that enough?"

"You, are you, really, really?" The businessman couldn't believe his eyes.

Manda took out ten more gold coins: "Is that enough?"

"Your gold coins are fake..."

"How can you do business if you can't even tell the difference between real and fake gold coins?" Manda threw him a gold coin, "Check it carefully to see if it is real!"

The merchant inspected every gold coin and found that all forty gold coins were genuine.

Gods really don't lie to people. This business was really profitable, and the profit was ten times as soon as it changed hands.

It's not safe to keep so much money on you, so you have to take it home quickly.

The businessman put away his money bag and trotted away into the morning mist. Manda took the bamboo slips and went to the tavern to open a room.

The pub is such a nostalgic place.

When he arrived in the room, Manda opened the bamboo slips. Since he came to this world, except for the simplified Chinese characters written by himself, this was the first time he saw text without letters.

Neat, beautiful, and square pictures are the literal art that belongs to the homeland.

After reading two lines, Manda fell into deep thought.

He didn't recognize this word.

It should be his mother tongue in his previous life, but this ancient writing method is so unfamiliar to him.

If you take it back and study it word by word, you should be able to guess the outline. It seems to be the word "天"...

Manda unfolded the bamboo slips to the end, and suddenly saw a ball of flame coming out.

No, it’s a scam!

Manda jumped up, the flames followed, and a voice appeared in the flames: "Claudius, we meet again."