Give Me the Name of God

Manda really didn't know the purpose of Lord Pedros coming here. He had met this "grandpa", but only twice, and in the memory of the original owner, "grandpa" had never looked at him directly, nor did he know Can you recognize him?

Manda put on a silk robe and came to the hall. Lord Pedros is sixty-seven years old and his eyesight is not very good. He cannot see Manda's face clearly, but he can see the material of the robe.

In the Romalu country, silk is also called cloud cotton, which is a specialty of the Qinges people. Its price is equivalent to the same weight of gold. This robe is enough to prove Mr. Monchik's identity.

"Mr. Monchik, please forgive me for coming uninvited." With a humble smile, the Lord ordered the servant to bring two bottles of wine.

Manda saluted and said, "I am honored to have your Lordship here."

The two of them were polite and took their seats. The Lord said: "I think you should know that I was the owner of this manor."

Manda nodded and said: "If there is something left behind, I will ask someone to help you look for it."

"That's not true." The Lord laughed dryly. He thought that Manda would praise the manor and say a few words of gratitude, and the next topic could start from there. But Manda didn't mean to thank him, so he could only open the topic in an awkward way.

"I came here to make a young friend, and this young friend is you. This manor is so gorgeous, so vast, and unique in the entire Tieshan Town. It is because of the recommendation of Lord Viscount that I am willing to By selling the manor to you at such a low price, I believe in the Viscount's vision, and I also believe that my intention can be exchanged for a sincere friendship."

Manda secretly admired in her heart, look how well "grandpa" can talk, it seems that this manor was given to me for free. Since you came to ask for a favor, I will package this favor and return it to you.

"Thank you, Lord, for your kindness. To be honest, I really don't know the price of this manor. The Viscount has not revealed it to me yet."

The highest level of pretentiousness is to leave unlimited space for the other party to make up your mind.

The Lord's face immediately turned pale. Manda only told the truth. Solons did not tell him the true price of the manor, but this sentence conveyed a different message to the Lord.

What does it prove that Craig Monchik doesn't even know the price of this estate? It was proved that the manor was given to Monchik by Sorens.

As Sorens, he actually gave the other party such a valuable gift. This proves that the previous rumors are true. Krejci Monchik is not only related to the Valley of Resentment, but also to Monchik. The Marquis has connections.

Going further and making some inferences, things become more reasonable. The Marquis of Nars once attacked the valley, and after the failure, he was immediately attacked by the Marquis of Monchik. This proves that the Haze Valley and Monchik have a special relationship, and this The first-level relationship is likely to come from the young man in front of me.

A series of thoughts made Lord Pedros flustered and his hands trembled. The waiter poured him a glass of wine. He touched it for a long time, but accidentally knocked over the glass.

The panic situation caught Manda's attention, and the Lord quickly explained: "My eyesight is not very good, and the light in the room is a little dark."

This is a common problem in early medieval buildings. The rooms are large but the windows are small. Although it is morning, the light in the room is very poor because it is cloudy.

Manda asked Eudora to bring a candlestick. Under the candlelight, the Lord saw Manda's face clearly. He stared at Manda with his mouth open for a long time. It was not until Manda's face was full of embarrassment that he realized To the point where I lost my composure.

"Sorry, Mr. Monchik, I seem to have seen you somewhere."

"Really?" Manda pretended to be surprised, "I have never been to Tieshan Town before, and I have no memory of seeing you."

"I must have seen it wrong. The memory of the elderly is like this. Let's have a drink to witness our friendship..." After chatting for a while, the Lord stood up to say goodbye and left the manor. He immediately asked the coachman to go to Crowland. The house of Baron Desai.

The Baron was not at home, and Baroness Attia warmly received her father. After drinking two glasses of wine, the Lord asked the servants to leave the room and asked in a low voice: "Is the child named Manda really dead?"

"Why did you mention that bastard?" Attia turned his face to the side and gritted his teeth, "His bones were buried on the back mountain, and Lugeon (Baron) left him a tombstone. Thinking of this made him I'm sick!"

The Lord drank another glass of wine and calmed his breath: "I saw a man today who looked exactly like him. He was the man who bought my manor. His name was Craigie Monchik. He was not only the same as Viscount Saurons, We have close contacts and have some relationship with the Marquis of Monchique."

"What are you talking about?" Attia couldn't understand the Lord's words at all. "That bastard has been dead for more than half a year."

The Lord shook his head and said: "This is exactly what I am worried about. I suspect that the bones are not his."

Attia was stunned for a while before saying something: "Even if, even if, he, he is still alive, how could he afford to buy the manor, how could he, how could he be related to the Marquis of Monchique? His mother is a slave !”

"I have experienced too many incredible things in my life at this age. You have to tell your husband about it. The world is in chaos now. No one can tell what will happen. If it is really him, he may Seeking revenge from you."

"Impossible, he is dead, this is absolutely impossible." Attia kept shaking her head, her face turned pale with fright.

"This is a hint from the gods. The gods told me to be careful," the Lord murmured. "If there hadn't been a monster on the mountain, I would never have sold the manor to Viscount Saulens, and I wouldn't have seen this little bastard. , tell your husband to be more careful, as long as it lasts half a year, the monster is still there, this little bastard will not survive this winter."

…

Late at night, the more than 150 teenagers assigned to the West House finished their evening classes and returned to their rooms to rest.

According to Kunta's requirements, they have to learn twenty words every night and a lot of common sense related to the ancient gods. Every ten days, Kunta will take an exam. Those who fail will have their wages deducted, and they will also need to Being whipped.

During the day, they had to train their physical fitness. The training methods were formulated by Manda, including weight-bearing long-distance running, crawling, horizontal bar pull-ups, parallel bar bent-arm supports, frog jumps, push-ups... Manda took the various tortures encountered in military training in previous lives into account. They all used it on this group of teenagers.

There are more than thirty rooms in the house. According to Kunta's allocation, eight teenagers share one room. When it was time to turn off the lights, the exhausted teenagers blew out the candles and quickly fell asleep.

Manu had just fallen asleep, but Toca woke him up: "Come to the yard, I have something to tell you."

Manu rubbed his eyes and followed Tokar to the yard. He yawned and said, "What's the matter? I have to get up early tomorrow."

Toca is still young and does not need to participate in physical training, and he can still live with his mother, which is the envy of others.

Although Toca is only seven years old, he has made many friends due to his different identity and status, and Manu is one of them.

"The exam is tomorrow. Do you think you can pass?" Toca asked.

"It's hopeless. I'm not a smart man." Manu hugged his knees and shook his head in frustration. "My salary is still waiting for me at home. I won't choose to deduct the money. The most I can do is get a whipping."

Toca whispered: "I have a way to prevent you from being whipped and earn more wages."

"What can I do?" Manu's eyes lit up and he immediately lost all tiredness.

"Do you know Hermes?"

"I know," Manu nodded. "It is a god who protects merchants and travelers. It is one of the twelve main gods."

Toca said: "Are you willing to believe in Hermes?"

Manu was startled and looked around: "I told Mr. Mengchik that I believe in the Lord of Divine Punishment."

Toca said: "Stop mentioning the Lord of Divine Punishment. Do you want to be sent to the forest to do hard labor? From now on, you can only believe in two gods, one is your natal god, and the other is Hermes. If you If you can do it, not only will you not be whipped, but you will also get more wages and gain the power of the gods."

"The power of the gods...are you talking about the believers of the ancient gods?"

Toca nodded.

Manu was silent for a long time, then raised his head and said, "I'm a little scared..."

"Then you wait to be whipped! A useless person like you will be beaten to death sooner or later!" Toca turned to leave, but Manu stopped him and whispered: "I am willing."

"Very good," Toca said with a smile, "Tomorrow I will tell Mr. Quinta to move you to the second floor of the main building. From now on, you must recite the honorable name of Hermes every day and pay homage to Hermes every day. He prayed that if you showed any disrespect to the gods, you would be immediately sent to the forest!”