Give Me the Name of God

El Meng has made it clear that the flame horse's mane is more valuable than his life, which means that Manda must pay an extra price.

If there is a price, there will be business. This is much better than Manda expected. He just wanted to explore the market, but he didn't expect that it was already time to discuss the price.

Al Meng is a cheerful person, and the price is also very cheerful: "I want a way to advance to the third level."

Manda asked: "I wonder who your natal god is..."

"The god of reproduction, Priapus." Almeng's eyes were full of piety.

Manda said: "I don't know much about the God of Reproduction..."

"Let me introduce it to you first," Al stood up suddenly and said solemnly, "I entered the ranks fifteen years ago and quickly acquired the first-level skill. This skill gave me a powerful ability to reproduce. With my strength, I can activate my skills anytime and anywhere, and I always maintain the fighting spirit and energy to reproduce! Do you need me to show you?"

"First... don't rush," Manda took a sip of wine, suppressed her shock, and said slowly, "I will help you find a way to be promoted..."

"Let's talk about my second-level skills," Elmeng continued without letting Manda interrupt him. "Eight years ago, I finally advanced to the second-level skills. My first-level skills have become more powerful. No matter what identity, appearance, or age the other party has, even if the other party is not a woman or even a human being, it will not affect my fighting spirit!"

Manda spit out the bacon in her mouth with a puff, covered her mouth with a napkin, and coughed for a long time.

"That's not the most important thing!" Al clenched his fists fiercely, trembling all over and said, "When my fighting spirit is burning, the other party will also be infected. As long as I look at him, the other party will fight without reservation. Let me go together..."

Manda quickly lowered his head, and from now on, he vowed never to look into Al Meng's eyes again.

"Your fighting spirit is so strong. I firmly believe that the gods have sensed your piety. I will try my best to find a way for you to be promoted so that you can move forward in the battlefield of reproduction..." Manda really can't think of better words of praise.

But Almeng was very disappointed with this: "Do you think I want to continue to be promoted just for my own selfish desires?"

Manda pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows and said, "That's not what I meant."

"I am doing it for my land, I am doing it for my people! I am doing it for the glory of the Elmen family!" the Earl said with tears in his eyes.

"My territory includes Blackwater City and a pasture to the west of the city and a large area of ​​​​mountainland to the east of the city, but the number of my people has not exceeded 20,000. This also includes a large number of herdsmen wandering in the wilderness. If we only count farmers If so, it might even be barely 10,000!

I own such a huge territory on the border, but why am I just an earl? Why is the Elmen family always looked down upon by the royal capital? There is only one reason. My land is too desolate and my people are too few. "

"That makes sense!" Manda took a step back and tried to distance herself from Al, "So you want to increase the number of your people through reproduction?"

"You don't think this is possible?"

"Just rely on yourself to survive?"

"Do you think I'm too naive?"

"Of course not, you, your ambitions are very lofty! I first need to find a place to rest, think about it, and think about ways to help you get promoted."

Almeng arranged a bedroom for Manda, locked the door, and Manda summoned the old goat.

"You want the third-level promotion method for the followers of the God of Reproduction." The old goat frowned. It could be seen that he had the goods, but he just didn't want to make a move.

"Tell me first, who do you want to give the method of promotion to? If it is Count Ermen, this matter needs to be discussed carefully."

Manda was surprised: "You told me that he has the mane of a flaming horse. Is there anything special about him?"

"He was so special that the gods on Mount Olympia knew his name because he had many children."

Elmeng looks less than fifty years old. Taking into account the extended life span of the believers of the ancient gods, he will not be more than seventy years old. How many children can he have? Twenty? Thirty?

The old goat shook his head and said, "A total of four hundred and thirty-six."

"How is this possible?" Manda jumped up immediately, "As a true god, you must be responsible for what you say. Do you understand that you are pregnant in ten months? Even if you give birth to children one after another, it will take more than three hundred years!"

"Don't say such stupid things!" The old goat sneered, "It's not like he's pregnant."

That's right, he doesn't need to be pregnant, but it's also unreasonable!

"How many wives did he have?"

"There was only one wife in name. This wife had given birth to eleven children for him. Because she couldn't stand her husband, she dedicated all her maids to Ermen.

There are more than seventy maids in this castle, and each of them has given birth to at least three children for him. These are all legitimate heirs, not including the illegitimate children he left outside.

He left more than a hundred illegitimate children outside, many of whom came from married women. These illegitimate children have all obtained titles and are also his legal heirs. They also have a certain status in Blackwater City..."

"Wait a minute! Did you just say married women? And you said they have status?" Manda said solemnly, "Are those men crazy? Can you tolerate this kind of thing?"

"Uh... they have been conquered. They had a relationship with Almen..."

"Stop talking!" Manda was trembling all over, and all the ideas that originally belonged to normal people collapsed.

The old goat sighed and said: "His children all maintain the same belief as him and have extremely devout faith in the God of Reproduction. This allows the God of Reproduction to gain a high status on Mount Olympia. If Zeus had not restricted it, The God of Reproduction has long listed Al Meng as one of the God's Favored Ones, are you sure you want to help him advance to the third level?"

Manda asked carefully: "What is the third level skill?"

The old goat said: "Multiple births, at least triplets."

Manda took a deep breath and saw an army with a label behind it - Made by Elmen.

Relying on your own efforts to make the territory prosperous may be more than just a dream.

After being shocked, Manda regained his rationality and asked: "If I give him a way to advance to the third level, will it offend the gods?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Although many gods are dissatisfied with him, they have not reached the point of anger. Moreover, our god is very tolerant and is also very close to the god of reproduction. As long as he does not pursue it, it will not matter to you. What harm is there? Of course, that’s the case at the moment. If El Meng’s power continues to expand, it’s hard to say what will happen in the future.”

Let’s talk about future matters in the future.

Manda looked up at the old goat and said, "Tell me the price."

"Just a way to get promoted, or do you want sacrifices as well?"

"Just the method, no sacrifice. I can't be too generous."

The next day, Manda handed the promotion method to Almen. Looking at the ordinary piece of parchment, Almen felt that this thing had just been written.

"Where did you get the sacrificial method? Do you always carry it with you?"

Manda said: "Don't ask about the source, I guarantee you this is true."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Because I believe you, I can't verify whether the flame horse's mane is real."

"It makes sense, I like your straightforwardness!" Almeng took out a piece of parchment and wrote a contract, "We made a contract under the witness of the God of Reproduction. If either party cheats, He will lose all his descendants!"