Give Me the Name of God

Late at night, Manda creates art in her room.

Art is inspired by rich imagination, but this artwork relies more on past experience.

A drill as thick as a steel needle was spinning on the sieve. Manda held her breath and carefully controlled every movement. If she was not careful, all her previous efforts might be wasted.

"I haven't done this work for a long time, I'm really a bit unfamiliar." The first dice broke. As soon as Manda picked up the second dice, Toca opened the door and walked in.

"The deacon got into a fight with the dice player. His face was broken and his nose was bleeding."

Manda sighed and said, "Let the deacon go back to his room to rest and find some herbs for him."

Toca blinked and said, "Do you really want to give him herbs?"

Manda slapped his forehead, and the God Punisher regarded the herbs as witchcraft.

"Don't give him the herbs. Get him a bucket of water and let him wash himself. Don't mess with that gambler. Let him do whatever he wants."

Late at night, Joel, who had earned nearly three gold coins, was whistling and walking on the road. His footsteps on the snow seemed to have a triumphant rhythm.

The girl beside him couldn't keep up with his pace, and panted: "Go slower, wait for me."

"Can't wait," Joel smiled, "I have to find a place quickly to count and see how much savings we have now."

The middle-aged businessman next to him asked: "Are we coming again tomorrow?"

Joel said: "Why don't you come? Is there any better place than this?"

The girl said: "The man in the robe seems to have some background, and his tone of voice sounds like God's Punisher."

"Don't be stupid. How could the God's Punisher appear in the tavern? And didn't you see the hair on the top of his head? The God's Punisher must shave the top of his head."

The girl shook her head and said: "I heard that some young divine punishers in the capital no longer shave their heads. They like to wear beautiful robes, and that guy's robes are also very beautiful."

"Stop thinking about it. God's Punisher went to work as a waiter in a tavern? This kind of thing can't happen in a dream."

The middle-aged businessman said: "I don't care about this man, I care about the young shopkeeper. I have heard some rumors that he is very close to the lord. The flag at the door was given to him by the lord. He seems to have killed a god. A non-commissioned officer of the Punishment Army.”

"What the hell is going on!" Joel stopped and looked at the two people with a frown. "First, the God's Punisher was working as a waiter in the tavern, and then the owner of the tavern killed the sergeant of the God's Punishment Army. God's Punishment Have the followers of the Lord become so cowardly? How could you possibly believe such nonsense?"

The middle-aged businessman pursed his lips and said, "It's better to be careful. Why don't we change places..."

"I don't want to change places. If the shopkeeper continues to pester me, I'll just give him some money at most. Other pubs have too many rules and require too high bonuses, so we can't make any money at all."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said nothing. Joel turned to the girl and said, "When I save enough sixty gold coins, I can buy an advanced sacrifice. When I become a first-level disciple of Hades, we will We don’t have to live such a hard life anymore.”

The girl bit her lip and said, "But I heard that Hades is the god of death, not the god of wealth. The god of wealth is Plutus."

Joel suddenly became angry: "I told you when I taught you to read, read more ancient books! Hades is not the god of death, but Pluto! His status is equivalent to Zeus, he is my natal god, and he controls the underground Buried gold and treasure, don’t say such blasphemous words again!”

The girl held her tongue and did not dare to speak. The three of them walked in silence for a while. In order to ease the atmosphere, the middle-aged businessman laughed and said, "Don't talk about such distant things. When will you marry my sister?"

"I think this matter is also very far away," Joel sneered. "When will she really grow up and when will we talk about marriage."

The atmosphere became even more awkward. Joel's face was full of anger, and the girl's eyes were full of tears. The middle-aged man lowered his head and said nothing. The three of them walked in the snow for a while. The middle-aged man suddenly grabbed Joel's collar and said viciously. : "Little ruffian, why do you think I have the right to follow you around and listen to you shouting and drinking? Who do you think you are!"

Joel lowered his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man with contempt: "Let go of your hand. I don't want to break your wrist. It's not difficult for me."

The middle-aged man shouted: "Try it!"

"I really don't want to take action against you. You are just a blind duck. It would be easy for me to kill you."

"I'm a blind duck, who do you think you are? Your sacrifice failed!"

"That's because the wrong sacrifice was used!"

"So what? Aren't you still a person abandoned by the gods? The true believers of the ancient gods call people like you a white duck! How much better than a blind duck!"

Joel's expression changed, and his arms slowly turned up. Although he is just a white duck, his physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people. He can easily kill this middle-aged man.

The girl desperately tried to separate the two people, crying and shouting: "Stop fighting, I beg you, stop fighting!"

Joel sighed and said: "I will not let Helena down. I swear in the name of the gods. I just want her to live a better life. Can you let go of your hand?"

The middle-aged man let go of Joel, and the three of them found an abandoned house to live in.

For the next three days, they continued to cheat in the tavern every night. There were not many but many customers. Many gamblers from the town even came here to compete with Joel.

On the fourth day, Leo still persisted in persuading the guests not to participate in gambling. Joel was about to give him another lesson, but suddenly saw Toca walking in front of him.

"Our shop owner said to get you out of here."

Joel smiled and said: "Who is your shopkeeper? Is it that young boy? Call him out. You two call me dad together, and I will leave."

The guests burst into laughter and continued to be busy placing bets and rolling the dice. Toca shook his head towards the upstairs. Manda smiled lightly and walked downstairs.

Joel frowned and said, "Are you ready to call daddy?"

"I'm here to play dice. This thing is quite fun." Manda walked to the table and touched the dice cup.

Joel pushed Manda's hand away: "Don't move, little guy. You can play if you want. We raised the bet. It's fifteen copper coins per game. Did your father give you any money?"

There was a burst of laughter from the guests. Manda opened the money bag and took out a handful of silver coins: "I bet twenty silver coins."

The guests couldn't stop laughing. Manda wasn't joking, he really took out twenty silver coins.

A round of 20 silver coins was obviously not a bet they could afford. Before the game started, they carefully took back their bets and watched Joel's reaction quietly.

Joel said coldly: "Little guy, don't blame me for not reminding you, this is not a game. Once you lose, these twenty silver coins will belong to me."

"What if I win?"

"If you win, I will leave your tavern immediately."

Manda smiled and said nothing.

Want to leave? late.