Give Me the Name of God

Those who dare to come to this black market to buy things are not ordinary people. When things have reached this point, they can all see that this drunkard is unusual.

Julian was still selling the pair of scimitars, but no one dared to raise the price anymore. Being able to force Julian to give up the finalized business was enough to prove that the strength of this drunkard was not inferior to Julian, and no one wanted to offend this unknown person. ruthless person.

After a long time without any response, Julian put down his scimitar and looked at Milo angrily.

Milo burped, shook his body and said, "Otherwise, I'll give you my clothes. This is all I have. Give me the knife."

Everyone wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare. Stanley was just trying to see how Julian would end it, when Manda suddenly spoke:

"Two hundred gold coins, sell it to me!"

Stanley was shocked, grabbed Manda's clothes and said, "Why are you so crazy?"

Julian stared at Manda for a while, blinking, as if confirming what he just said.

Stanley shook his head desperately, and Manda couldn't help but nod.

Julian also nodded, signaling the deal.

The scimitar worth two thousand gold coins was sold to Manda for two hundred gold coins. There was only one reason. Julian did not want to be entangled with Milo anymore.

This means that the threat from Milo even exceeds two thousand gold coins.

Stanley's face turned pale, and he saw Milo turning his head and looking at Manda.

"Do you want to buy it?" Milo asked expressionlessly.

"Yes." Manda finally saw Milo's face clearly. He was very thin, with no trace of flesh on his cheeks, and his high cheekbones were unusually clear.

He has no beard, and his eyebrows are very light, with only a few sparse ones. His eyes are large, but the pupils are small, and there seem to be two small black dots in the middle of the large whites of the eyes.

The two little black spots moved from Manda to Stanley: "Do you want to buy it, or does he want to buy it?"

Stanley waved his hands repeatedly and said, "This has nothing to do with me."

Manda said: "I want to buy it, two hundred gold coins."

Milo turned to look at Julian, who sent the scimitar to Manda, waiting for Manda's gold coins.

Manda looked back at Stanley and said, "Lend me two hundred gold coins first."

Stanley said angrily: "You don't even have money, how dare you come here and go crazy?"

Julian tilted his head, showing a bit of murderous intent. This time, he would not allow the buyer to regret.

Stanley wiped his sweat and opened his money bag.

After walking out of the black market, Stanley immediately distanced himself from Manda.

"I really shouldn't have brought you here today. Don't come to me in the future, don't mention me to others, just pretend you don't know me, and let's go our separate ways!"

Manda said: "Don't you have to pay back the money?"

"You're dreaming!" Stanley yelled, "Two hundred gold coins, not a penny less!"

Manda shrugged and turned to leave, when Stanley suddenly told him: "Give the pair of scimitars to Milo, if you still want to live."

…

Outside the city, in the manor of the wealthy businessman Gelton, Cui Tishan, the daughter of Marquis Nars, threw away her butterfly mask and slapped Gelton hard.

"Who gave you the courage to use magic on me?"

Galton looked as usual and said: "I have been ordered by the Marquis to protect your safety. The situation just now was very dangerous."

"What danger can a drunkard pose? If you can't deal with a drunkard, what's the use of keeping you!"

"Miss, you know nothing about Milo. This drunkard has been wandering around the kingdom for many years. As long as it is something he likes, he must get it."

Cui Dishan said fiercely: "Me too, I must get what I want!"

Galton shook his head and said: "As far as I know, he drove two viscounts to death, drove an earl crazy, and under his forcing, more than a dozen nobles and wealthy businessmen died. Do you really want to provoke such a person? ?”

"What stupid words are you talking about?" Cuidishan sneered, "Is there no law in the kingdom? People like this have been beheaded long ago."

"No one can catch him, and no one can beat him. At least no one I know can be his match."

Cuidi Shan said in astonishment: "Are we talking about the same person? That drunkard in rags? He blackmailed so many nobles, why is he still living like a beggar?"

"No one knows the reason, no one knows where he sent the things he extorted. He was drunk most of the time, either sleeping in pubs or on the streets. When he occasionally woke up, he walked up to others and said Saying 'This thing belongs to me', unless the thing is given to him immediately, will mean disaster."

Cuidishan stopped talking. Although it sounded incredible, she knew that Gelton didn't have the guts to lie to him.

After a sumptuous dinner and a hot bath, Cuidishan said: "I want to have a good sleep. No one is allowed to disturb me. I will return to Drawsha City early tomorrow morning."

Just as Galton was about to leave, he suddenly saw Cui Dishan taking out the nightmare gem and saying, "How should I use this thing?"

"Drop a drop of blood on a stone, then hold it and fall asleep. You will be able to control everything in your dream. Don't get too obsessed with it, otherwise..."

"That's enough, you sound like an old lady!"

Cuidishan closed the curtains, pricked her palm, and dripped blood on the gem. The blood disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

She held the nightmare gem and lay on the soft bed. Her curiosity and excitement kept her from falling asleep for a long time.

From dusk to late at night, Cuidishan finally fell asleep after struggling in bed for a long time. She stood among a field of flowers, looking at the rose-colored clouds floating in the golden sky.

She touched the petals next to her. They were very soft and a little smooth with pollen.

She could feel the thorns on the stems and the dew on the leaves. Everything was so mysterious, yet so real. She knew she was dreaming, but she didn't have to worry about waking up from the dream.

It was so desolate. Cui Dishan stared at the endless garden, blinking a little, and a familiar castle rose from the ground.

It was the castle of her father, Marquis Nars, but she had only been there a few times. Only during wars would her father take his family to live in the castle.

The environment in the castle is much worse than that in the manor, but Cui Tishan likes it there. She likes to stand in the tower and look down at the patrolling soldiers, watching them fight with the enemy with weapons, and watching a group of humble lives turn into bloody flesh. corpse.

As her thoughts changed, a group of soldiers had appeared below the castle. Cuidishan changed into a military uniform and slowly walked down the tower.

All the soldiers knelt on the ground to greet their queen. As long as their footsteps stopped for a moment, someone would come up to kiss the toes of her shoes.

Do you want them to go to war?

Don't worry, wait a minute, it feels so good.

…

The tavern was closed. Toca and Helena finished cleaning up the hall, yawned all day long and went to sleep.

Manda was still sitting at the counter, counting money and waiting for the last customer.

The guest finally arrived. His steps were a little heavy, and his thin clothes were soaked in snow and steamed around him.

"Why did you run so fast?" The drunkard Milo had been following Manda since he left the black market, but after walking two streets, he was left behind by Manda. He asked around and found this tavern with great effort. .

Manda smiled and waved to Milo: "Come in and have a drink."

Milo wiped his nose and said unsteadily: "Those two knives belong to me."

"Yes." Manda agreed with Milo's point of view.

"You have to give them to me!"

"Okay." Manda agreed happily.

Milo was stunned for a moment, then asked: "What do you want from me?"

"Come in and have a glass of wine. Let's talk slowly." Manda poured Milo a glass of wine.

Milo smiled and said: "You dare to let me enter your door?"

Manda set up a table by the fire pit and made an inviting gesture.

Milo stood at the door and laughed for a long time, then sat down at the table in the hall and drank the wine in one gulp.

"Doesn't it taste good?" Manda smiled.

"It's a bit special." Milo burped with an appreciative smile.

"Three years."

"Nonsense!" Milo spat, "This is fresh wine that has just been brewed. How can it be three years old! Do you think I am so easy to deceive?"

"I want you to stay for three years, that's what I want." Manda poured another glass for Milo.

Milo sat like a clay sculpture for a moment, and then said with a ferocious look: "You want to leave me here? Are your whole family dissatisfied with their longevity?"

Manda smiled and said: "I believe you will not hurt me unless it is absolutely necessary."

Milo licked his teeth and said: "I can take what belongs to me at any time, I don't have to pay any price!"

"Is that really like that?" Manda took out the pair of scimitars, put them on the table and said, "Take them away, it's yours to steal."

"I didn't grab anything! It belonged to me!" Milo pulled out a scimitar and pointed it at Manda's face.

"So?" Manda showed no fear, "Let's take them and go."

Milo seemed to have been hit in the weak point, and his murderous aura disappeared instantly. He took a few steps back, threw the scimitar on the ground, and shouted: "With this broken knife, you still want me to stay here for three years." Year?"

"There is also endless wine," Manda said as she took a sip of wine, "Doesn't it taste good?"

Milo sniffed, wiped the muddy water from his face, sat back on the barrel, and drank the wine in the glass.

"Three years is too long. How about one year?"

"There is a discussion," Manda smiled, "I will give in, at least two years."

"Whose believer are you?" Milo wiped his mouth.

"I'm good at business, right?" Manda didn't answer directly.

"Hermes, it's really rare!" Milo smiled strangely, "Whose believer do you think I am?"

"No need to guess, I have already seen the smile of Dionysus, the god of wine."

"Do you think He is the Lord God?"

This question is difficult to answer. There are different opinions in "Theogony" and "Ode".

But Manda knew what Milo wanted to hear: "Who doesn't love mellow wine? Who doesn't love wonderful banquets? How can there be no Bacchus in the palace of the Lord God?"

Milo sniffed and said, "We can discuss it, how about a year and a half?"