Give Me the Name of God

The old witch said that there were some books in the earl's study that recorded the arrangement of the altar.

Worm once said that all the books in the study grew in his head.

With Worm, there is no need to go to the study room, it is a mobile library, as long as you find the correct way to open it, you can consult all the books.

To do business is to sacrifice to Hermes, it is a matter of course, and this is the way to open the library properly.

Put a flat table in the bedroom, spread a clean white cloth on the table, put seven candles, two candles symbolize the hat with wings, one candle symbolizes the money bag, four candles symbolize a pair of The flying boots with wings and the overall shape of the seven candles should be consistent with Hermes' double snake staff. Worm skillfully laid out a seemingly simple but complex altar.

The offerings are a glass of wine and a piece of cooked beef. Cooked food must be used to sacrifice to Hermes, and the offerings must be incinerated.

While Worm was praying, Manda carefully observed the layout of the altar. The spacing and angle of each candle had strict requirements, and visual memory alone would definitely cause deviations.

Candle oil dripped on the tablecloth, and Manda's eyes lit up. This white cloth is the magic weapon for duplicating the altar, and he must find a chance to steal it.

When the sacrifice was over, Worm immediately took away the altar. The first guest was still waiting in the hall, and he was impatient for a long time, but the alluring aroma of wine made him unable to move.

Manda brought two empty wine barrels and laid a wooden plank on them, which was the wine table.

Bring an empty wine barrel and use it as a stool for the guests.

He poured his visitor a glass of wine and offered fifteen coppers.

"Fifteen coppers?" the stockman almost jumped up. "That's enough for three glasses of wine at the Night's Dream Tavern in town."

"Really?" Manda smiled contemptuously, "Night Dream Tavern, what a nice name, hurry up and drink there."

He was about to accept the cups. Although the first business was hard to come by, Manda didn't want to lower his value, let alone force customers to stay.

"Wait a minute!" He gritted his teeth, counted out fifteen copper coins and put them on the table, and took a sip from the wine glass as the scent faded away.

After drinking this, he couldn't stop. He drank six glasses in a row, until he emptied the copper coins in his wallet, and then reluctantly put down the wine glass.

Break a silver coin? He is really reluctant.

"I'll come back when I'm done with the business." After licking the last drop of wine from his lips, the cattle dealer walked back to the door step by step, and Manda shouted: "Have another drink, please!"

The cattle dealer ran back to the wine table, wiped his saliva and watched Manda pour him a big glass.

"You are such a generous boy!" The cattle dealer took a sip, savoring the aroma of the wine lingering between his mouth and nose.

"What's your name? Where are you from?" Manda asked.

"Lymon Town, a small place outside the city of Yarn, you must have never heard of it."

"Why don't you go to Yarn City to do business? The market there is much bigger."

"Drawing City can't do business. The Marquis of Nars is preparing to go to war with the Marquis of Monchique. The marquis has confiscated all the livestock and won't give them a single penny. I brought these horses with all my life. I only hope It can be sold for a good price, and the whole family depends on this little money to survive."

The Marquis of Nars is about to go to war again. This is important news. It depends on the earl's decision whether to clear up the past or take advantage of the fire.

After drinking the glass of wine, the cattle dealer looked at Manda expectantly, making sure that Manda had no intention of buying him another drink, and then he picked up his dirty hat and riding whip and walked out of the tavern.

Manda sent to the door, and saw five horses tied in front of the door and two slaves driving the horses.

"How much do these horses cost?"

The dealer pointed at a batch of tall horses with his riding whip and said, "This is a big horse from Narcissus City, fifty silver coins."

Manda looked at it with cross-eyed eyes. This horse was worth forty-three silver coins. After walking such a long distance, it was appropriate to increase the price appropriately.

"Those two are farm horses raised by myself. One only costs 16 silver coins. The other is a pony raised by a werewolf. Regardless of its size, it has great strength. It doesn't eat much, and it doesn't eat much Picky eaters need twenty-one silver coins."

This is a fairly honest businessman, and the price increase is within a reasonable range, but he did not introduce the last horse, which was a sickly and emaciated horse with several pieces of hair missing like alopecia areata, and he gave birth to a good one. A few patches of skin ringworm with sticky flesh.

Manda stared at the skinny horse for a while, and two gold coins appeared in front of her eyes.

"How much does this horse cost?"

"This horse..." The trader sniffed, looking for suitable words, "This horse is also a good horse, it may be a little sick, but it is definitely a good horse..."

"Just ask you how much?"

"Uh, how can I say this, child, can you decide this kind of thing? I don't want to be misunderstood by your family, you are just a child, I don't want to lie to you... This is indeed a good horse, but it is a little sick , if you are willing to buy that big horse, I will give you this horse."

"I don't want a big horse, but this one."

The dealer didn't want to deceive Manda, but it was a rare opportunity to sell the horse. After thinking twice, he offered a price: "Three silver coins, it's yours, you can make it into bacon, and taverns sell bacon." Meat isn't it, this horse has at least two hundred pounds of good meat."

"Deal!" Manda didn't make any further counter-offers, and took out three silver coins and stuffed them into the hands of the dealer. He was still a little worried that he would be sanctioned by Hermes.

Hermes seemed to be very busy, and he didn't make things difficult for Manda this time. Before leaving, the dealer said: "Don't keep it for too long, I don't know how long this guy can live..."

Manda led the skinny horse into the barn, put a bundle of hay into the trough, and recited a familiar text from middle school: "There is a bole in the world, and then there is a thousand-mile horse. There are often thousand-mile horses, but Bole doesn't often have..."

If the horse is bred well, it will definitely sell for a good price.

Today, only this business was done. At dusk, Worm, who had slept all day, got up from the bed, ate two bites of bread, and wanted to go to the warehouse to brew wine.

Brewing wine is a great enjoyment for him, even more enjoyable than eating books, but unfortunately he has no chance to enjoy it tonight.

"I got an important message. The Marquis of Nars is about to go to war with the Marquis of Monchique. You must report the news to the Earl as soon as possible."

Worm looked at the gate of the warehouse, then at Manda: "I allow you to pass the news to the valley for me."

"What's the use of your permission? You can only deliver the news. This is the earl's order. Without the earl's permission, I can't step into the valley, otherwise he will wring my head off!"

This is the earl's defense against Manda. He firmly believes that Worm will not rebel, and even if Manda rebels, he will have no chance to lead the enemy into the valley.

"Do you think I don't want to unscrew your head?" Worm showed two fangs, Manda took a step back and said, "Don't be impulsive, Dad."

Worm put on a long gown, and left a piece of worm silk on the warehouse door: "Don't go in here, if I find that the worm thread is broken, I will tear you to pieces."

He shrugged his shoulders, exposed his wings, and leaped into the sky. Watching his figure disappear into the night, Manda sneaked into Worm's bedroom and found the tablecloth on the altar from under the bed.

According to the wax marks on the tablecloth, Manda restored the altar of Hermes in his room. He took out twenty silver coins and sprinkled mercury, snake tooth grass, sand butterfly silk and tuman root. A burst of thick smoke flew up, and the room was covered with a layer of frost. Manda crossed his eyes and saw a man's figure slowly emerging from the thick smoke.

A long face, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with two bumps on the forehead and a goatee on the chin. Manda blinked and said, "Did we meet somewhere?"

The man smiled and said, "We did business, have you forgotten?"