Give Me the Name of God

When they arrived at the manor, it was already dusk. The exhausted Manda ate something hastily, washed off the sweat and blood on his body, and went to bed early.

She slept well in the first half of the night, but in the second half of the night, Manda woke up from her dream.

This feeling really didn't feel good. Manda knew that he was dreaming, but he was very awake in the dream. Because his body was too tired, he couldn't wake up despite trying several times.

The dream is a wilderness, with day in front of you and night behind you.

When he turned around, the night behind him turned into day, but the original day turned into night again.

What a boring dream. It seems that I am really a boring person.

The grass on the ground withered for a while, then turned green again. Slowly walking along the path in the grass, Manda slowly came to the edge of the dream.

There was a gray smoke there, and Manda reminded himself not to get too close. He knew that there might be danger on the edge of the dream, and he also knew that curiosity might kill him.

But his legs refused to obey and kept walking towards the smoke.

Oops, why can't I wake up? It must be Zolm's curse! After passing through the thick fog, Manda fell into endless darkness. He was really worried that he would get lost here.

After walking in the darkness for a long time, Manda saw some light. He rushed over desperately, hoping to use the stimulation of the light to wake him up.

First there was a dazzling white light, then a striking red light, and finally a warm yellow light. Manda did not wake up. He entered another world, which was still a dream world.

The warm sunset shines on a garden, and flowers of various colors are hung with dew, exhaling their intoxicating fragrance towards Manda.

A pleasant laughter came from the garden. Following the laughter, Manda saw a familiar figure.

It was Eudora, swinging on a swing under a huge short tree.

This scene seemed familiar. He also saw Lulian swinging like this in the castle in the painting.

Girls' dreams are so similar. They both want to have their own garden and become a princess in the garden...

Thinking of this, Manda shivered, and he realized a problem.

As a boring man, he shouldn't have such a fairy tale dream.

Is this Eudora's dream? Why did he appear in Eudora's dream?

He carefully observed Eudora in the dream. She had two intact arms, tightly holding the rope of the swing, with a happy smile on her face.

"Come on! Help me push the swing!" Eudora saw Manda and waved hello.

Manda stood still, not knowing whether he should talk to the person in the dream.

Eudora jumped off the swing, came to Manda, and said coquettishly: "Rub your shoulders for me!"

So presumptuous! Shall I rub your shoulders? When you rubbed my shoulder with one hand, I never disliked you!

Manda still didn't move, and Eudora got angry.

"Didn't you hear what I said? You are getting more and more presumptuous! Lie down on the table and lift up your skirt!" As she spoke, Eudora had a whip in her hand.

Where do I have any skirt...

Is this a role reversal? Even in his dream, Manda couldn't let her climb on top of him. He stepped forward to grab Eudora's whip and whipped it hard on the grass.

Eudora shivered in fright, and she became a lot shorter. She raised her head and looked at Manda, and said pitifully: "Are you angry?"

Manda still didn't speak, so Eudora held her tongue and said, "Then hit me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a table appeared in front of him, and Eudora lay obediently on it.

Manda smiled and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

Eudora nodded vigorously.

"Why are you still following me if you're afraid of me?"

"I like following you." A trace of blush appeared on Eudora's face.

Manda smiled and then asked: "Will you betray me?"

"No, never, as long as you don't abandon me."

Manda looked at Eudora's face carefully. He didn't know whether the person in the dream would lie, but he just felt that this cute little girl and the ruthless harpy were not the same person at all.

I almost forgot that she is no longer a believer of the Harpy. She has returned to the embrace of her natal god and has become a first-level believer of the Muse. It is said that her singing has powerful power. Manda really wants to do an experiment. He wondered which was more lethal, the song of the Muses or the roar of the Sphinx.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the flowers around them grew crazily, tightly surrounding them in petals. Thirteen-year-old Manda and Eudora, who had turned into a little girl, did not feel the slightest sense of disobedience at this moment.

"Do you like me?" Eudora asked.

Manda didn't answer, and Eudora lowered her head and said, "You still hate me because I hurt you."

"You're right, I'm a vengeful person."

Eudora held her mouth and cried, Manda smiled and said: "If you don't cry, we will play on the swing and I will push you."

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In the early morning, Manda finally got rid of his dream. He walked out of the room and quietly opened Eudora's door. Eudora was still sleeping soundly, with a sweet smile on her face and indistinguishable gibberish in her mouth.

"Higher, higher..."

Manda rubbed her eyebrows and sat in the corridor recalling her dream last night.

There is no doubt that he entered Eudora's dream last night, which should be the skill of the Dream God's followers.

Did Zhuolmu really put a curse on me? This is how to do?

After thinking about it carefully, it seems impossible. What is Zhuolmu's purpose in doing this? Change my seed blood and develop followers for the Dream God?

He couldn't do such a thing with his status. Even if he could do it, he couldn't even save his own life at that time, so he probably wouldn't consider such a long-term issue.

Manda thought for a long time and suddenly remembered something. He rushed down the stairs to the west house, woke Worm, and asked: "How do you say the word skill in Gutili?"

"Skills?" Worm rubbed his forehead and shook his head. "There is no word skill. I remember they all used the word 'thing' instead in the book."

thing? It's very close to Manda's guess.

"Is there any other meaning to the word possession?"

"Why are you doing this all of a sudden?" Worm looked at Manda impatiently, thought for a moment and said, "Steal, steal."

steal! I almost forgot, Hermes is also the patron saint of thieves.

There were translation errors before, and Kunta helped Manda correct two mistakes, but he didn't understand Tili language.

Everything that belongs to others can be possessed.

Anything that belongs to others can be stolen.

Translating things into skills means that other people's skills can be stolen.

At the moment when his fingers inserted into Zhuolmu's cheek, Manda stole Zhuolmu's second-level skill, the Dream Invasion Technique.

"I stole it, I stole it, hahahaha!" Manda stood in the yard and laughed loudly. Although he didn't know how long the stolen skills would last, and he didn't know how many skills he could steal at most, the third-level skills gave him Brought unprecedented surprises.

Seeing Manda smiling and dancing enthusiastically, the limping Silva took two steps forward and then took one step back, for fear of spoiling his master's elegance.

Manda suddenly stopped dancing, put away her smile, and said with a straight face, "What's the matter?"

Silva looked as normal, as if he hadn't seen anything just now: "Sir, Lord Pedros is here."

"Grandpa" is here again, what does he want to do? Are you looking for me to fight to the death?

The old Lord was not that stupid. When he saw Claude Sai with his broken legs, he realized one thing while feeling sad.

Business is no longer important, status is no longer important, and even dignity is not that important.

Manda might not survive this winter, but the two families probably wouldn't survive this winter.

He came to beg, to beg Manda to give them a chance to live.