Give Me the Name of God

The alluring woman on the altar gave Portia a piece of parchment, on which seemed to be a catalog.

Portia glanced at it, pointed to a line in the catalog and said, "I want this."

The woman showed red and black teeth, smiled at Portia, and then disappeared without a trace.

After crossing the eyes for too long, Manda got cramps again. After recovering for a long time, he found an extra piece of parchment on the altar.

There were strange characters written on it, which Manda didn't recognize, but he was sure that it was very different from the previous catalog.

"Two golden butterfly chrysalis, four fool's flowers, six earworms, nine bitter noodle leaves... It seems that there are only seven, which is enough."

The old witch crushed the herbs and put them in a clay pot and boiled them with water. When the soup was about to boil, Portia asked, "Which god are you a believer in?"

Manda replied without thinking: "Of course I am a follower of Typhon."

"Typhon has many subordinates, which subordinate are you a believer in?"

Manda pursed her lips: "I'm just a white duck, I haven't been summoned by the gods yet."

The old witch added a piece of firewood, smiled and said: "I am getting older, and my patience has become worse. When I was young, I could tell you nonsense like this for a whole day. If I ask more directly, you Which god do you want to pretend to be a believer in?"

Too bad, it was exposed, how did she know that she was pretending?

Manda had a crush on Portia, and he didn't hide anything from her, but he never revealed any secrets either.

He was sweating profusely from fright, and was thinking about how to deal with Portia, but Portia laughed again and said: "When this firewood is burned, the soup will also be boiled, you know, here I am There are no more bitter leaves, and I don’t know how long it will be if we wait any longer.”

Manda looked at the old witch with cross-eyed eyes. When she said this, several gold coins fell from her eyes.

Intuition told Manda that this was a sincere and valuable help.

Manda looked at the pot and said in a low voice, "I think I should have followed the path of the Chimera."

"Chimera? This is really troublesome. I remember a few chimera manes."

The old witch rummaged through the box and found a few things that looked like lion's mane and put them into the clay pot, and a pungent smell wafted out.

The medicinal soup was ready, and Portia brought the wooden bowl to Manda.

"Drink."

Manda shrank her head instinctively: "What will happen if you drink it?"

"Just don't die."

"Wouldn't it make me really become a Chimera believer?"

"Don't you want to?" The old witch smiled evilly.

"I really want to, but I can't..." Manda is already a first-order believer of Hermes. If he gets involved with Chimera at this time, Hermes will kill him in a matter of minutes.

Portia smiled, and she saw Manda's thoughts: "If a bowl of soup can turn you into a Chimera believer, what's the use of offering sacrifices? Chimera is too cheap."

The old witch didn't want to give more explanations, and she didn't intend to force Manda. Manda took the soup bowl, rubbed the bottom of the bowl, and was about to repeat the same trick to drill a hole in the bottom of the bowl, when Hermes whispered in her ear. Pan said: "Drink it, you won't suffer."

You still have to listen to God's words, Manda hesitated for a moment, and drank the medicinal soup in one gulp, it was astringent and a bit bitter, but it wasn't that bad.

A warm current surged all over his body, Manda was sweating all over, and there was a strange smell in the sweat.

Portia got up and said: "You are lucky, you already have the smell of Chimera on your body, this smell can last for a year, and can help you fool the count."

Manda was relieved, this old woman is really, why didn't she finish talking sooner?

Seeing her walk to the entrance of the cave, Manda also wanted to go to blow some air, but seeing the harpies brought the corpse again, Manda was so frightened that she quickly got into bed.

It seems that the war has really begun, and there are nearly twice as many corpses today as compared to yesterday.

After Yudora left, Manda tentatively asked, "Can the count still wake up?"

The old witch stared at the thick fog and said in a low voice: "The count has woken up a long time ago, he likes to fight in peace like this."

...

Outside the valley, Torres, the son of the Viscount Solons, was making the final preparations before the charge. Zigsai frowned. Although this was the Viscount's order, in his opinion, the idea of ​​letting Torres enter the canyon himself was extremely stupid.

"I think you have misinterpreted the viscount's intentions. There must be more cryptic instructions in his order."

"There are no other instructions. He made it very clear that I must lead the army into the canyon, otherwise he will not be able to give the Marquis a satisfactory answer."

"You are his eldest son, and nothing is more important to him than you."

"You really think so?" Torres smiled wryly. "In his eyes, there are many things more important than me. Sometimes I really envy your life. At least you are working hard for yourself."

A refugee was disemboweled and hung from a stone statue, and his blood was almost drained by nightfall.

At the last moment of the sacrifice, the priest led the waiters to dance wildly.

When the moonlight shone on the stone statue, the arm of the stone statue trembled. The exhausted priest fled to a distant place with his attendants, reciting the incantation in the ancient Arantean language.

"Wake up, beautiful and holy goddess, there is your prey in the canyon."

The movement of the stone statue was no longer stiff, she elegantly took out a feathered arrow from behind, put it on the bowstring, and walked into the valley silently.

Zigsay grabbed the rein, and finally told Torres: "No matter at any time, don't leave my sight."

More than two hundred soldiers followed the stone statue into the valley, and Yudora, who was hiding on the hillside, could see it clearly. She knew that the stone statue had an extraordinary origin, and she didn't intend to fight the other party head-on. All she had to do was report the news to the castle.

She jumped up and was about to take off when suddenly the stone statue turned around and drew its short bow.

The bowstring trembled, and a feathered arrow came in response. Yudora was unprepared, and the feathered arrow directly shot through her wing.

Eudora fell to the ground, and she couldn't get up under the severe pain. The bowstring rang again, and a feathered arrow pierced and shot her leg, nailing her to the ground.

"Decomposition!" Eudora used a first-level skill. If it was a wooden arrow shaft, it would rot immediately, allowing her to escape without pain.

But this time she miscalculated, this feathered arrow was made of stone, and her skills had no effect on the feathered arrow, and when she desperately pulled out the feathered arrow to escape, the stone statue had already arrived in front of her.

With ruddy cheeks and a soft smile, the beauty of the goddess of hunting is irresistible.

She took the stone arrow from her back, put it on the short bow, and aimed the arrow at Eudora's forehead.

I was on a business trip this week, and the boats and cars were changing non-stop all the way. I really couldn't find a chance to write. There is only one chapter a day. Please forgive me.