Give Me the Name of God

Three crooks went on a rampage in the tavern, and nearly half of the guests' wallets were emptied by them.

He was a gambler in his previous life and a tavern owner in this life. Seeing a group of swindlers acting recklessly on his own territory, Manda should take action decisively at this moment, kill him without leaving any trace, and win back all their ill-gotten gains. And then give it back to the poor victims.

Is there really such a thing?

Just think about it and you know it's impossible.

Not to mention that Manda doesn't have that kind of chivalrous heart, even if he does, he doesn't have that kind of strength. Without preparation, getting into a gambling game set by others is like prey falling into a trap. No matter you are a lion or a tiger, you will only be slaughtered.

Moreover, the opponent's strength is not bad. Joel Morais picked up the dice cup again. Listening to the sound of the dice rubbing against the dice cup, he could tell the opponent's wrist.

The sound was low and steady, proving that the dice were sliding in the dice cup and not rolling at all. The dice had already been counted before they were put into the cup. And his index finger tapped lightly on the dice cup, creating the effect of the dice colliding. This method alone showed that this person was not an ordinary person.

When the cup was opened, Joel without any suspense rolled out a king and two dukes. This is the biggest point, because more than two kings are regarded as rebellion, and you will lose double the money.

The pretty girl opened the dice cup, sighed pretentiously, counted out ten silver coins and gave them to Joel.

The businessman who acted as the "promoter" also "lost" ten silver coins, and he hammered his forehead in frustration.

They were just putting on a show, and the other people involved were really feeling the pain.

What does ten silver coins mean? This means that most of them have done business in vain, which means that they have lost more than ten days or even a month of income.

Some people beat their chests, some cursed loudly, some could hardly hold back their tears, and some were so angry that they shouted to start the next game quickly.

Seeing Joel pick up the dice cup again, Manda walked up with a smile: "Sorry everyone, our store is closed. Overnight guests please go upstairs to rest. Other guests please go back."

"How can any tavern close so early!" roared a customer, "The Night Dream Tavern in town is always open until dawn!"

Why is it the Night Dream Tavern again? It seems like this is a strong competitor. Manda smiled and said: "Then why are you still here? Go quickly, run faster, and you can have a few more drinks before dawn."

Everyone dispersed amid complaints, and Joel lowered his head to collect the loose money and dice on the table.

Manda stepped forward and said, "My friend, can I discuss something with you? You have made a lot of money these days. Can you do your business somewhere else?"

Joel was startled, then smiled and said, "Is there anything wrong here?"

"It's not bad for you, but the customer has lost all his money to you, who will buy my wine?"

"That's because your wine is not fragrant enough. See you tomorrow, little guy." Joel touched Manda's head and turned to leave. Manda shouted: "My friend, don't you want to give me a gift?"

"Do you want a bonus?" Joel turned his head and looked down at Manda, "Yes, I'm not a stingy person. Ask your dad to ask me for it, or you can call me dad."

The girl's laughter came from the door. It seemed that his two sitters hadn't gone far yet.

Manda was not angered by the other party's words. He followed Joel for two steps. Joel suddenly came to his senses and said viciously: "Little guy, if you dare to follow me again, I will push your head into the fire pit. "

"Don't be so nervous. I just want a gift. I don't want your money, I want your dice."

Joel stared at Manda for a while, then looked at the flag at the door. After hesitating for a while, he took out a few dice from his backpack and handed them to Manda.

"Go ahead and play with it, but don't get addicted to it!"

Joel's figure disappeared into the night. Manda looked at the dice in her hand. This is the most common ox bone dice, sold everywhere in the market. The color and size are exactly the same, and even the patterns are the same. It was carved, and there was no manipulation inside.

Manda put the dice into her pocket, turned around, and happened to see Senior Deacon Leo on the stairs.

This guy hasn't slept yet, and I don't know if he is really tired.

Leo sighed and said, "Although I don't know which god you believe in, why don't you pay attention to the evil deeds that happened in front of you?"

"Is this considered a bad deed?" Manda asked with a smile.

"Why not? You can't see how many kind people have been defrauded of their hard-earned money!"

"Did you see everything?"

"I not only saw it, I remembered each one of them. I remembered every copper coin they lost. They were indeed at fault, but the liar was even more abominable. I will discourage every guest from gambling tomorrow, especially those who If they have lost money, if they are willing to listen to my advice, I will give them some compensation."

Manda nodded and said sincerely: "You are a good person."

Back in the room, Manda opened the cipher text of the stone statue. There were 232 ancient Tilian words, and Manda deciphered 197 of them.

Getting closer to the result, Manda could even see the connection between some words.

But my skills don't seem to have improved much. Last night I dreamed that the scale on my body still seemed to be a little bit behind.

It is really difficult to advance to a higher level. It is so difficult to advance to the second level. Thinking about the eighth level on the finish line, Manda once again fell into a pessimistic whirlpool.

The eighth level is too far away, but the second level must be achieved as soon as possible. Limited truth cannot last long. If one day the earl turns his back, I may not even have a chance to be pitiful. There are too many subordinates of the first order, just like Zarik, they will die if they die, and the earl doesn't even bother to ask more questions.

Closing the house early, going to bed early, and getting up early the next day, Manda went to the town to bring Tokar and the others back, and before that, she could try her luck in the black market.

Without Stanley, Manda knocked on the door at a specific rhythm. The old man guarding the door didn't ask any questions and continued to lie on the straw mat and smoke low-quality tobacco.

After going down to the dry well and going through the tunnel, Manda said hello to Lulian first, and then went to the "poet" stall.

"Anything good?"

The poet adjusted his voice and said with a smile: "Good things are always available."

"Are there any new stone statues? I bought them!" As soon as Manda opened her purse, she saw the poet shaking his head.

"The stone statue is gone, but please take a look at this puppet. Such a gorgeous craftsmanship is unique in the world."

Manda took over the half-human puppet. Although he was not familiar with the image of gods, when he saw the strange face, he recognized it as the image of Hephaestus at first sight.

The puppet is not only lifelike, but more valuable is that every joint of it can move, even every finger.

Manda played with the puppet carefully and asked, "What is its function?"

"It relieves your loneliness."

"Uh..." Manda laughed dryly, "That's not what I want to say. Since it is a divine object, it will always have different uses."

"This is not a divine object, this is something I made with my own hands." The poet did not feel embarrassed. "I do not sell weapons for killing people. I only sell art, which belongs to the art of the classical era."

"It's not a bad thing..." No wonder the "poet's" stall is so deserted. In this era, who would risk buying art on the black market?

The poet didn't like Manda's strange look, so he took back the puppet and said coldly: "Forget it if you don't want it."

"I want it, how much does it cost?"

"Ten silver coins, it deserves the price."

"I'll give you ten more silver coins and I'll buy your tools."

"Tool?" The poet frowned, "What do you want to use it for?"

Manda smiled and said: "You should be able to see that I am a person who understands art. I also want to create my own art. Sell it to me. If the money is not enough, I will add more."

Dear readers, I am very sorry. I have been too busy at work recently, so I can only update once a day. Thank you for your understanding.