Give Me the Name of God

The fat knight Stanley walked to Manda with a smile and watched the two God Punishers slowly leave.

Manda was very curious. When the God's Punishment Warrior held an ax and wanted to fight Stanley, why did he give in today? It seems that the outfit ratio also depends on the occasion.

What makes Manda even more curious is, why did Stanley suddenly appear? Is it another coincidence?

There is only one reasonable explanation. The two God Punishers had followed him a long time ago. Dunison noticed them first and sent the message to the Viscount. Stanley then "accidentally" met Manda.

"Mr. Nidali, where are you going?" Stanley acted as if nothing had happened.

"I just came back from the market and wanted to buy some herbs, but there was nothing I wanted there."

"Herbal medicine?" Stanley smiled, "You're in the wrong place. How can you sell herbal medicine in the market? You'll lose your life. I just want to buy something, so come with me."

Stanley led Manda through several alleys and walked into an abandoned house. He stopped in front of a dilapidated house with a door and knocked on the door rhythmically.

It seemed that there was something mysterious in this house. Manda was just trying to remember the pattern of his knocking on the door when she suddenly heard Stanley whisper: "Ta da da, da da da, da da, da da da. It's a thousand times when you come by yourself." Don’t knock the wrong one.”

He was such a generous person, and his generosity made Manda be on guard.

You have to find an opportunity to give him something in return. Free help often means a high price.

Not long after, an old man opened the door a crack, and the pungent smell of tobacco made Manda wrinkle her nose.

The old man glanced at Manda, and Stanley smiled and said, "Come with me."

The door opened, and the two people entered the yard. The old man lay on the straw mat in front of the door, loaded a pipe of tobacco, and continued to smoke.

The courtyard was very large. Although there were only ruins and clumps of weeds, Manda could tell that this was originally a noble house. From some broken carvings, the gorgeous classical style could still be vaguely seen.

"This is a land blessed by the gods. The God's Punisher has tried to raze this place several times, but has never succeeded." Once here, Stanley became more careless in speaking.

He led Manda through a patch of rocks, found a dry well, and slid to the bottom of the well with the rope of the dry well.

This well is at least ten meters deep. Fortunately, Manda has a level of divine power, so climbing down is easy.

There was a small hole on the wall of the shaft, which was very unfriendly to Stanley, who was slightly fat and stout. He bent down and walked along the tunnel for more than ten meters, and his field of vision suddenly broadened.

This is a pure underground black market, more spacious than the lobby of a tavern. Several merchants are leaning against the wall, lighting candles and setting up stalls. There are about a dozen customers wandering around various stalls, some wearing hoods, and some They were wearing masks, and no one could see their faces clearly under the dim candlelight.

This made Manda a little flustered, as if he was naked in the crowd. He quickly tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes and covered his mouth and nose, looking like a robber.

Stanley had no idea of ​​covering his face. He was not worried about others recognizing him. As a regular customer, he was even a little proud.

He calmly came to a stall. The stall owner was a young woman with heavy makeup. The powder on her face was frighteningly pale, and the dark eye shadow extended to her cheekbones. She looked similar to the witch summoned by the old witch. .

"Sir Stanley, long time no see." The woman called out the fat knight's name without concealment. The fat knight hooked her chin, and the woman came forward and gave him a sweet kiss.

"This is my friend, he wants to buy some herbs."

Manda took out the prescription and handed it to the woman. The woman looked at it and murmured to herself: "Eagle Prisoner's Grass, Ground Eye Dazzle, Frost Ash Root... Does anyone have lung disease?"

With good eyesight, it seems that the Fat Knight has found the right person.

The woman took out a cloth bag, selected a dozen kinds of herbs from the clay pots on the ground, put them into the bag, and handed them to Manda.

"Three silver coins in total."

Manda opened the bag and looked at it with cross-eyed eyes for a long time. She only saw one silver coin and a dozen copper coins.

The woman smiled and said: "Don't worry, you are the Lord Knight's friend, I will not lie to you."

The things should be genuine and of good quality. After taking such a big risk, the price should be doubled.

Manda didn't intend to counter-offer, but he felt that the amount of medicine was not enough: "Sell me more, that person is very sick."

"If these medicines can't cure her, then let her wait for death." This woman was very sophisticated, and she even knew that this medicine was for women.

Manda gave three silver coins, watched the fat knight and the woman linger for a while, then turned around and went to another stall.

This time the stall owner was a middle-aged man with yellow and white hair, wearing a golden mask that covered most of his face from his forehead to his nasolabial folds.

"Lord Knight, I have been waiting for you for a long time. I have a good thing specially prepared for you."

Stanley smiled and said: "Old butler, I knew you had something good."

The "old butler" took out a leather belt, about five fingers wide, inlaid with gold wire and gems.

"This belt shines with the holy light of Zeus and is made by the best craftsmen in Golden Light City. Wearing it will increase your strength by 30%."

"Improved by 30%?" Stanley sneered, "Do you know how strong I am?"

"Just try it and you'll find out."

Stanley put on his belt and stood silent for a moment.

He tried pumping his fist a few times, and Manda could clearly hear the friction between the fist and the air. Stanley was very satisfied with this belt. He took out a huge money bag and asked, "How much do you want?"

"Old Butler" said: "You know the friendship between us, and you know how much I cherish that friendship. If it were anyone else, I might not be willing to part with one hundred and twenty gold coins, because this belt is destined to belong to you. Nine Ten gold coins, okay?”

Stanley felt a little sad, ninety gold coins was basically equivalent to emptying his wallet.

"Eighty, how about eighty?"

"Eighty-five, my lord, I only earned five gold coins from you. I swear to you in the name of Zeus."

"Okay!" Stanley gritted his teeth and was about to pour out all the gold coins in the wallet. Manda suddenly took his hand, stood on tiptoes, and whispered to him: "This thing is only worth twenty-one. Gold coins, you must believe me.”

Stanley was stunned for a moment, then put away the money bag and took off his belt.

The smile on the corner of the "old housekeeper's" mouth solidified, and he could foresee what was going to happen next.

"I don't want to ruin your business, let's talk somewhere else." Stanley smiled, and then walked to a dark corner. The old butler followed him and lowered his voice: "Sir Knight, I don't know who that child is, but you You should trust me as a person.”

"Of course I believe you," Stanley gently stroked the gem on his belt, "Tell me how long will this thing last?"

This question made the old butler a little embarrassed. He did not dare to deceive Stanley, but he did not want to answer the question head-on: "You should know that the holy light on the divine object will eventually dissipate."

"Why beat around the bush?" Stanley sighed, "There is indeed the holy light of Zeus on it, but is the holy light on the gem or on the belt?"

The old butler was sweating. He couldn't avoid this question: "On...the belt."

"The holy light left on the belt can last for three years at most, and the holy light left on the gem can last twenty years. I don't know how long the belt has been used. It seems that it is not worth the price you said."

The "Old Butler" gritted his teeth. The outcome of this business might not be optimistic.

"Then how much do you plan to pay?"

"Fifteen gold coins, what do you think?"

"Old Butler" shook his head and said, "This is humiliating me."

Stanley smiled; "You humiliated me first."

…

The two people were haggling in the corner, and Manda wanted to try her luck and wandered from stall to stall.

Suddenly something came into his sight. It was a stone statue, a palm-sized stone statue, exactly the same as the one the old goat man sold to him back then!

Manda knelt down, picked up a stone statue and looked at it.

It's true, there are words behind the stone statues, which are very similar to the words behind the original stone statues, but not the same. It seems that there is a lot more content.

Could it be that the stone statue is fake? Or does it describe something different?

Manda looked at it with cross-eyed eyes for a moment, and countless gold coins appeared in front of him.

The stone statues are real! The previous stone statue described how the believers of the Lord God could advance to higher levels. This stone statue may very well record the methods of how believers of the Lord God could advance to higher levels.

Manda raised his head and asked, "How much does this stone statue cost?"