Give Me the Name of God

Manda was trembling with fright, and just when she was about to ask a question, the old goat man disappeared in the smoke.

In the past, I was only focused on excitement and forgot one key issue. The sacrificial rituals and sacrifices at each level are different. Once something goes wrong, the consequences will be very serious.

Which level of ceremony does that stone statue record? It seems that this issue has not been considered from the beginning.

Of the 600 gold coins, 230 have been spent, and there are still 370 left. Should I return all these and buy the second-level sacrificial ceremony?

What if that stone statue is of the second level? Wouldn't that be a waste of 500 gold coins? This was the wool that had been painstakingly harvested from the earl, so of course it could not be squandered.

Wait a moment before deciphering the cipher text. It is estimated that gathering the sacrifices will not be an easy task. Moreover, the scale on my body is still almost full, so I cannot rush to upgrade.

As for the madman outside the door, maybe we can wait a little longer. What the old goat said makes sense. It won't be too late to deal with him after he reaches the second level...

Manda was thinking about the next plan when she suddenly heard the screams of a child outside the tavern. When she rushed to the door, she saw Campora beating Toca.

Why did this little guy leave the tavern? Manda had warned him never to step out of the gate.

Toca was lying on the ground with his face covered in blood. Campora stepped on his face and raised his fingers at Manda.

"Come out, little one!"

Manda clenched her fists, and a group of passing businessmen stopped and watched the excitement from a distance.

…

Wurm handed the stone statue to the count, and the count put the stone statue in the cabinet without asking any questions.

Seeing that Worm hadn't left yet, the count asked: "Is there anything else?"

Worm leaned over and saluted: "Sir, I have a request."

The earl frowned: "I just bought back two things. Do you think this can be regarded as credit?"

Worm said: "I don't want a reward, I just want to take away a few books. You know, I can't live without books."

"You are still the same!" the count said with a smile, "Go to the study and get it. You can take as much as you want. If you want to eat, remember to make a copy first and keep the original."

Worm thanked him, walked quickly to the study, and lay down on the dusty bookshelf to catch his breath.

His heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Before he met Manda, he had never hidden anything from the count. After meeting Manda, he shed his skin every time he saw the count.

After finding a dozen ancient books written in Tilean on the bookshelf, Worm flew back to the tavern. The door of the tavern was closed tightly, and it seemed that there was no business. Worm ignored it. He was about to go to the warehouse to make wine, but saw Ogg in the fire pit. Boil the medicine.

"Is your injury not healed yet?" It was rare for Worm to take the initiative to talk to Ogg.

Ogg raised his head and said: "This is not for me, but for Tokar. He is injured and there are not many herbs left."

Before Ogg could finish speaking, Worm immediately rushed to the guest room. Seeing Tokar's bruised body and his mother in tears, Worm stepped forward and grabbed Manda's collar.

"So what happened?"

Manda said: "He was beaten by the lunatic outside. He just wanted to go out and collect some firewood."

Worm's skin instantly turned pure white. He spread his wings and wanted to rush outside, but was hugged tightly by Manda.

"You can't beat him, and we can't beat him together. If there weren't more and more people watching, this kid would have been beaten to death."

"I'll fight him tooth and nail!" Worm shouted.

"Is it useful to fight hard? If you die, who will take care of their mother and son!"

After tearing apart for a long time, Worm finally calmed down. Manda took a sip of wine and gasped: "Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

"What do you want in return?"

"There is no need for payment," Manda touched the scar on Tokar's face, "I want to kill that bastard. Did you bring back the Gutilian book?"

Worm returned to his room and placed the Gutilian book in front of Manda: "See which ones you want. If not, I will go to the castle to get them."

"What I want..." Manda picked up a book and flipped through it for a long time before realizing that the book had been knocked over.

"How do I know which one I want? I don't know any Tili language."

Worm said: "I don't know Tili language, and I don't know what you want."

"Wouldn't you know if you ate the book?"

"That's useless. I don't know the Tilian language, and I can't know what's in the book."

"What's the point of this?" Manda asked angrily, "You didn't know Common Language at the beginning, didn't you still gain knowledge by eating books?"

"That's because I learned the common language and gained wisdom and ability after eating a book that was illuminated by divine light. This book has no divine light and I know nothing about the words in it. Even if I eat it, I can only remember the appearance of the words, but I still don’t know anything about the content of the words.”

Manda drew a big circle in her mind before she understood what Worm meant. He first learned the common language, and then he could memorize the knowledge in the book by eating it.

He did not understand the ancient Tilian language and could not read the contents of the book. He could only memorize text symbols after eating them.

But this still doesn't make sense. Worm understands the Atlantean language. Could it be that he also ate ancient books in the Atlantean language that have divine light?

"That's because there are translations," Worm explained. "I have eaten translations of some ancient Atlantean books, and by comparing them one by one with common language words, I learned the Atlantean language."

"Isn't there a translation in this? Isn't there a dictionary or something like that?"

Manda looked through more than a dozen books, all of them written in pure Tilean language, without even a word of Common Language in them.

"There is no translation of the Tilean book in the earl's study. Besides, I really don't know what dictionary you are talking about."

Manda rubbed his forehead and said, "As long as there is a translation, you can learn Tilian language?"

Worm nodded.

Manda pointed to her room and said: "Clean up the worms inside and clean up the worms around you. Don't monitor my movements. Don't come near my room. No matter what happens, don't disturb me!"

Worm immediately took back the worms in and around the room. Exhausted, Manda lay on the bed and slept all night. At dawn the next day, before Worm woke up, he took out 50 silver coins and summoned again. Out came the old goat.

"Happy New Year, distinguished guest."

Only then did Manda remember that the New Year had arrived.

"Happy New Year," Manda said softly with a warm smile, "Last night I kept thinking about the set of historical books of the Gutili Kingdom. What you said makes sense. I shouldn't miss such precious ancient books. I decided to buy it, you haven’t sold it yet?”

"You're lucky," the old man said with a smile, "I almost made a move."

"Great!" Manda took out the money bag, "30 gold coins, you count."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! That was yesterday's price," the old man shook his head and said, "It will be sold for 50 gold coins today, do you still want to buy it?"