Give Me the Name of God

Through astrology, the earl set the date of the sacrifice three days later.

Completing the final sacrifice, Brutal will perform the final rites, become a demigod, and gain immortality.

The excited Brutal was the first to leave the earl's room. He was going to make some preparations for the sacrifice. The lion girl and the three-headed dog also left one after another, leaving only Kunta in the room.

The count was still playing the harp, he liked Kunta's distraught but helpless look.

After playing six pieces in a row, the count crouched in front of Kunta, patted Kunta on the head and said, "Tell me, why do you want to save him? He almost killed you the first time he saw you! "

"I, I didn't want to save him," Kunta shrank his neck and said with a cautious smile, "I just think he's still useful to you."

Kunta had lied, but the Count had no intention of punishing him, not even exposing him.

"You are right, he is indeed useful, I will give you a chance to save him," the count picked up the stone statue of Poseidon and handed it to Kunta, "I want to hear the answer within three days, if You can't do it, you can imagine what happened to him."

Kunta took the stone statue of Poseidon and ran back to his room quickly, took out all the books related to the ancient language, and compared the words on the stone statue one by one.

"Why Poseidon? Why not Zeus? At least I can recognize most of the words of the statue of Zeus."

Kunta turned the pages faster and faster, from anxious to annoyed, his thinking became more and more chaotic.

"I can't do this?" Kunta suddenly dropped the book on the ground, "Two days, only two days... I will die!"

Two days later, Kunta slowly walked to the third floor of the castle with the stone statue of Poseidon, and walked to the count's room.

The lion girl standing in the corridor suddenly grabbed Kunta, and when her eyes met, Kunta heard the voice of the lion girl.

Sound transmission, the first-order spell of the Sphinx, she is using her eyes to convey her heart to Kunta.

"No matter what you find, don't tell the count, he is testing you."

The count knew very well that two days was not enough to discover the mystery of the stone statue. If Kunta gave the answer, it would prove that he had already started studying the stone statue and that he had concealed something from the count.

Kunta said nothing, walked into the earl's room with the stone statue, and when he opened the door, he found that the earl was already standing at the door.

"It seems that you have prepared the answer." The count looked at Kunta, and then at the Sphinx not far away. The Sphinx subconsciously avoided the count's gaze.

Kunta was not afraid, he hadn't slept for two days, and he was in a trance.

"My lord, I can't do it." He held the stone statue in both hands and raised it in front of the count.

Confirming that Kunta was not lying, a smile appeared on the earl's face.

"So you gave up?"

"I beg you, let that boy live," Kunta said with his head down, "he can be used by you, please believe me!"

Leo woman held her breath and Kunta gritted her teeth. They are awaiting the earl's verdict.

"I believe you," the verdict came sooner than expected. The count put away the stone statue, walked out of the room, and touched Kunta's head. "Let's see if the little guy is still alive."

In the basement study, Worm was sitting at the door in a daze.

He was exhausted, like a surgeon who has just completed a major operation.

He didn't sweat, but there were several cracks on his face, and parts of the skin had peeled off to reveal translucent new skin.

"Is he still alive?" asked the count.

"Alive," Wurm nodded, "but not for long."

"Is he really illiterate?"

"No, I don't even know the alphabet, but now it's different. He has learned all the vocabulary, memorized the entire volume of "Theogony" and "Ode", and recited forty volumes of "War Discipline."

"You are really vicious." The count sighed.

Worm raised his head with difficulty: "I'm just following your orders."

The count opened the door and walked into the study room, and saw Manda sitting at the desk, still maintaining a reading posture.

His eyelids were forcibly torn open by the silk thread, and the protruding eyeballs were bright red, and the pupils and whites of the eyes could not be seen, and blood slid down the corners of the eyes, dripping onto the book drop by drop.

The earl asked Worm to tear off the silk thread on Manda's body, and Manda fell to the ground and passed out instantly.

"Give him some water, let him sleep well for a few days, and pray to Typhon, hoping that he can wake up." The count turned and left the study.

...

Manda was lying on the bed, with blood oozing from his closed eyes from time to time. He had been lying down for a day and a night. If he was lucky, he would wake up after lying down for a few more days. If he was unlucky, he might lie like this for a lifetime.

Kunta took the water bottle and poured water into Manda's mouth bit by bit.

When everyone did go to the temple, Kunta finally had the courage to say a few words to Manda.

"Let me call you, suffering prophet, please look here, great creator and guardian, please allow me to chant your name, Prometheus, please pass your endless fire to The poor young man..."

Wiping the blood from the corners of Manda's eyes, Kunta sighed and said, "Did you hear me, I'm praying for you, to my most revered God, praying that you can still wake up, praying that you can still live, Live like a normal person.

He will not become a deaf and blind cripple, a savage who eats and drinks blood, or a living dead who only eats and sleeps. "

Kunta sighed again, and continued:

"Actually, you don't have to suffer so much. I can end all this earlier. I'm almost at the point of finding the answer. It's only a small step away, but I don't dare to do that. The count will kill me. I can neither lie nor lie. Can't tell him the result, I can only expect his kindness to you,

I have always regarded you as a friend, and I can't explain why, you almost killed me and wanted to eat my meat, but I still regard you as a friend,

I cherish you very much, but I cherish my own life even more. Is this shameless? Am I still your friend? "

While speaking, Kunta shed tears. Before the tears fell on Manda's face, Manda opened his mouth suddenly and sprayed all the water he drank on Kunta's face.

Kunta was stunned for a moment, immediately dropped the water bottle, and got out of bed scrambling.

Manda opened his bloodshot eyes and said expressionlessly: "You are shameless, but you did nothing wrong, you are still my friend!"

"You, how could you, you, you are like this, this, it doesn't make sense..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Manda struggled to sit up, "Tell me, who is that guy named Worm?"

Kunta calmed down for a while, and said tremblingly; "He is not human."

"I know he's not a human, he's a devil!" Manda gritted her teeth.

"He's not a devil either, he's a worm," Kunta wiped his face, "he's a bookworm."

Worm is a bookworm living in the study. Forty years ago, when the earl built the castle on the cliff, he became the earliest resident in the basement, because he ate a book covered by the light of Athena. The ancient books that have been illuminated have gained wisdom and divine power.

When the count found him, he already had a human form. Instead of killing him, the count made him a follower of Typhon and gained a first-level divine power.

"He is different from us. He has the magical power of a god, but he still retains the habit of insects. He has eaten a lot of books, and he will remember the contents of the books every time he eats one. He can also use its insects Silk, transfer the contents of the book to other people's minds."

Manda closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, carefully recalling the process:

"You know what? He stuffed the stuff that came out of his mouth up my nostril and it went all the way up the nostril, you know how disgusting that is..."

"This is what the Earl likes most about him, and it is also a very effective method of torture." Kunta poured a glass of water for Manda. "His worm silk cannot transmit known knowledge, but only unknown knowledge."

Manda drank the water in one gulp, shook her head and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Taking you as an example, if you can read, he can't pass on the basic knowledge of literacy to you, otherwise your head will explode immediately, which also proves that you lied to the count. If you really can't read, he can Suddenly pouring all the words into your brain, making you suffer unimaginable pain, which is more terrible than burning with a knife."

"Why did you do this to me? What did I do wrong?" Manda gritted her teeth, and her head began to ache again.

Kunta stepped forward and asked, "Are you really illiterate?"

"Of course I..." Manda looked around vigilantly, and she couldn't get killed just because of an inadvertent pretense.

Kunta saw Manda's concerns: "Don't worry, everyone has gone to the temple, no one can hear us."

Manda blinked. He didn't answer Kunta's question, but suddenly asked, "Why do you pray to Prometheus?"

"I, I, of course I am for you," Kunta argued, "Prometheus is the great prophet, the founder and guardian of the ancestors, he, he is in charge of medicine, I pray to him, I hope he Can heal your pain!"

"Nonsense! Apollo in charge of medicine! Prometheus is the God of Titans. It is recorded in the "Ode". Not everyone is qualified to chant the name of the God of Titans, unless he is a believer. Tell me the truth , is Prometheus your natal god?"

"Of course not," Kunta gave up resistance and sighed, "My natal god is Glaucus, the god of prophecy in the sea, because I have some talents in divination and prophecy, which made me mistakenly think that my natal god It was Prometheus, and as a result...you know, I became a lost man, forced to come to this valley, and became a follower of Typhon."

It turned out that he worshiped the wrong god, but he didn't expect Kunta to be reduced to this level, but he still guarded his original belief.

Kunta blushed, lowered his head, and whispered: "I firmly believe that Prometheus will hear my prayer one day."

"There will be a day," Manda pinched Kunta's face, "you deciphered the writing on the stone statue?"

"It's a little bit, just a little bit, it's a combination of ancient Arantean, Yiqin and Cretan, and there are many changes in word order, just give me two more days..."

Boom! There was a loud noise, and the whole valley trembled.

The castle was shaking violently, Manda fell off the bed and accidentally pressed Kunta under her body.

The chandelier on the roof fell and cracked the floor, leaving Manda less than a step away.

After a few seconds, the two struggled to stand up in the dust.

Looking at the chandelier and the broken floor, Kunta tremblingly said: "You, you saved me?"

"Ah...you're welcome," Manda murmured, looking at the messy room and the thick fog outside the window, "What happened?"