Give Me the Name of God

Seeing Manda's eating state, Luli'an immediately made a diagnosis: "He must have eaten more than one sacred blood stone, or it may be a very high-level sacred blood stone."

The lion girl said: "Is there any way to calm him down?"

"There is a method, but it will weaken the effect of the divine blood stone."

"Just weaken it," the lion girl shook her head. "If this continues, he will go crazy. If he mixes the medicine into the mutton, he will definitely not be able to find it."

Lulian shrugged and said, "What should we do if we are discovered?"

"At most I'll be whipped once, and I'll be able to bear it. He's reluctant to kill me."

Luli'an didn't ask any more questions. She quickly prepared the powder and mixed it into the mutton.

The lion girl personally placed the mutton in front of Manda: "Eat it, I'm tired today."

This piece of lamb chop was smoked and grilled by Helena. Her cooking skills are very rough, but the roasted lamb is absolutely top-notch. The half of the ribs is smeared with the sauce she made from wild fruits, mixed with the mutton fat, and spreads. With an alluring aroma.

Manda swallowed her saliva and said, "Isn't it too extravagant? I almost ate half of the sheep."

The lion girl looked at Manda with tenderness on her face: "There will be more hard work tomorrow. How can you have strength if you don't eat well?"

"That makes sense!" Manda wiped her saliva, picked up the mutton chop and was about to eat it, when suddenly Stanley walked in and snatched the mutton chop off.

"This is too much," Stanley shook his head. "A dozen of us shared one rack of lamb chops, and you ate two racks of lamb chops by yourself. Do you think this is fair?"

Manda took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, forced out a smile and said: "It's really not fair. I asked Helena to bake more fans for you."

"We don't have that many sheep. Do you think we have enough food?"

Manda suddenly felt a little ashamed. Normally he wouldn't care about this kind of thing, but in his excited state, all his emotions were amplified.

The lion girl frowned and said: "Mr. Knight, you are too lenient. You seem to have forgotten who is the owner of this place."

"Of course I have not forgotten," Stanley said seriously, "it was out of loyalty that I made the right suggestion."

The lion girl gritted her teeth and said: "It's just a piece of mutton, I don't need so much advice from you!"

Manda put down the mutton chops and showed a sincere smile this time: "Stanley is right, we don't have much food, so we can't squander it like this. We have to cultivate it, we have to breed it, and we have to make Qixing Mountain truly rich."

After saying that, Manda stood up and called everyone to clear up wasteland in the wilderness.

The Lioness could no longer contain her anger and stepped forward to punch Stanley.

Stanley wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed softly: "What a fierce woman. I'll give you this punch. You'll have to pay the price for another punch."

"Do you know what we're going to do? You idiot!"

"Of course I know," Stanley threw the mutton chops on the table to the ground. "I smelled it from afar. I knew what you were going to do since you called Lulian over. You were preventing Manda from being promoted. !”

"Can't you see he's going crazy?"

"Go crazy if you are crazy. After eating the blood stone, you will naturally go crazy for a while. Don't you even understand this common sense?"

The lion girl said: "Are you willing to risk your life just to get promoted?"

"It's not to the point of losing your life, but there are indeed some risks. Manda once said that those who dare not take risks will not achieve success. I think this sentence is very reasonable."

"It's not worth it, it's not worth it!"

"It's really not worth it for you. You have no possibility of promotion and you have gained immortality. But have you ever thought about how long the road to promotion to the eighth level is? There is only a slim hope, even if you miss it Any chance you get, hope is gone.”

The lion girl sneered: "You won't hesitate to become a madman?"

"No matter what!" Stanley drank a glass of wine and wiped his mouth and said, "Besides, Manda didn't do anything wrong."

The poet frowned and said: "Isn't this wrong? Qixing Mountain is almost turned over by him!"

"We should turn Qixing Mountain over! He wants to turn a barren mountain into a territory where he can live and settle down. Do you think others will wait for him to take his time step by step? When God's Punisher comes to the door, they will be waiting for you Singing folk songs and chopping wood on the mountain?"

Stanley put down his wine glass, stood up and said, "Tomorrow I will take my people and go up the mountain to chop down trees with Manda."

The poet took a sip of wine and whispered: "The wood is enough for the time being. Bring your people to help me drive the stakes."

Luli'an said: "Should I go too?"

Stanley smiled and said: "Of course you want to go. If you want to use these powders in the future, you must discuss it with me, otherwise you may be whipped."

…

At noon the next day, Manda was leading the teenagers to reclaim wasteland, and the poet came over to ask for help.

"Isn't it enough that I gave you so many people? I'll give you ten more."

"Ten is not enough, at least thirty are needed."

Manda said angrily: "My manpower here is also very tight. Isn't it just driving stakes? What do you want so many people for?"

"We don't have enough tools, so we have to allocate some manpower to make tools, and we don't have enough iron. There are iron ores in Left Star Mountain, so we have to endure the mining of stones."

"Manpower, manpower, how can there be so many manpower!" Manda kicked the snow hard. Only now did he realize that Almen was the smartest person. "Call the lion girl and Eudora, I will If I want them to give me babies, the more, the better!”

"I'm afraid it's too late to survive now," Stanley walked over. "My people saw an old friend at Zuoyu Xingshan, the slave trader Salvan. He brought more than 400 slaves, and it seemed that he was going to send them to the east. in the town.”

"Great!" Manda jumped up, "Let him set a price and I'll buy it all."

"Don't be so impatient. Salwan is not a kind person. If you want to buy it, he may not be willing to sell it."

"In business, it doesn't matter who you sell to. Go talk to him about old times and discuss it carefully!"

Stanley shook his head and said: "I'd better not show up. I'm wanted by the kingdom. If he finds me here, I'm afraid it will bring you trouble."

"Then don't go. I'll go in person. I'm better at doing business than you are."

"Pay attention to the manner in which you talk to him," Stanley warned again and again. "It's best not to offend this person."

Salvan is a native of the Canglang country. He has the signature green eyes of Canglang people and a very distinctive beard and hair. The werewolf's eyebrows are connected to the sideburns, and the sideburns are connected to the beard. The length of the hair and the beard are almost the same, and it looks like a face embedded in a circle of hair.

Salwan was very sensitive to information. He knew that there was a new owner in Qixing Mountain. No matter who the owner is, the rules in the business world remain unchanged. As long as the money is paid in place, no one will make things difficult for each other. It is precisely because he abides by the rules that before this, he had been getting along with the various bandits in Qixing Mountain. very good.

He originally planned to wait one night at Zuoyu Xingshan and wait until dawn the next day before visiting Mr. Roman Wilkins. But what he didn't expect was that at dusk, Roman Wilkins showed up with more than a dozen entourages. In front of me.

Although unexpected, the seasoned Salvan responded immediately. He expressed his respect and praise for Roman in an extremely humble manner, and gave precious gifts on the spot, including seven pearls and ten pretty dancers.

"The heroic Lord of Qixing Mountain, you eradicated the thugs who caused trouble and provided shelter for merchants and travelers. Please allow me to express my sincere respect to you with a small gift!"

Manda wore a mask, and Salvan could only see half of his face, but from this half of his face, he could see the excitement and joy of Roman Wilkins.

Manda was very happy. It was the duty of Hermes to protect merchants and travelers, which was very consistent with Manda's beliefs.

What really excited him was the slaves behind Salvan, more than four hundred of them, all of them strong men.

After exchanging a few polite words, Manda went straight to the topic: "How much do those slaves cost?"

Salvan was stunned for a moment, but then he thought about it. The other party collected taxes based on the value of the goods, so the tax amount must be calculated.

"According to the current price in nearby towns, a strong man sells two gold coins. There are four hundred slaves here, a total of 800 gold coins, and the tax is 160 gold coins. I am ready."

Salvan values ​​friendship very much, but he values ​​rules even more. Paying the road tax is his duty, and he doesn't intend to put any thought into it.

But Manda didn't want to collect taxes from him: "For the sake of the gift, the taxes are exempted this time. This place is far from the town, and the price of slaves should be lower. Fortunately, your slaves are of good quality. This is a small thing." I don’t want to argue, this is eight hundred gold coins, you count them.”

Manda asked someone to bring eight cloth bags, each containing one hundred gold coins.

The bag was thrown in front of Salvan, who was stunned.

"Master of Seven Star Mountain, these slaves were ordered by another distinguished guest. According to business rules, I cannot reveal his name, but I believe that guest is someone you do not want to offend..."

"I don't want to offend anyone, it's just that I'm eager to hire someone. If you feel embarrassed, I can add an extra hundred gold coins." Manda remembered Stanley's instructions and tried to maintain a friendly attitude.

But Salvan was not going to give in: "This is not about money, this is about my credibility."

"Let the guest wait a little longer and give me these people first. I do have urgent needs."

Salvan shook his head and his tone changed: "Young friend, I'm afraid you are the one who should be waiting. I will send you a group of slaves next month, and the price is negotiable."

"I don't want to wait any longer."

"Then forgive me for not being able to help."

Manda's expression changed, and suddenly a native language came out: "Do you know what it means to give face and not give up?"

Salwan was stunned. He knew many languages, but he had never heard of this language before: "I didn't understand what you said, but I felt offended."

Manda gritted his teeth and said, "Let me ask you again, do you want to sell it or not?"

Salvan sneered and said: "I think you should learn the rules and don't regard my kindness as the capital of your arrogance."