Give Me the Name of God

Manda did maintain frequent correspondence with Turbulence City. He had just received a letter from Marquis Sailin, but he was too lazy to read it and asked Che Erdan to read it to him.

"I firmly believe that friendship can extinguish the flames of war around us. I firmly believe that friendship can resolve the pain at hand. Count Monchik, my friend, I feel the misfortune you have encountered. I am willing to spare no effort to provide you with any help and use the power of friendship. Help you get through this difficult time..."

Manda waved her hands and said, "I almost fell asleep. How many times does friendship appear in this letter?"

"Sixteen times in total, sir." Che Erdan counted it carefully.

"I really can't understand what he means. Let's just replace the word friendship with bullshit and read it again."

"What the fuck?" Che Erdan said awkwardly, "Are you calling my name?"

Manda frowned and said: "Your name is Che Erdan, I'm talking about bullshit, don't get confused, read it!"

Che Erdan cleared his throat and read slowly: "I firmly believe that pulling a Gil egg can extinguish the flames of war around me. I firmly believe that pulling a Gil egg can resolve the pain in front of you... I am willing to spare no effort to provide you with any help. Using Pull Gil The power of the egg will help you get through this difficult time..."

Cherdan read very fluently, which means that the meaning of this letter is also very clear.

Manda nodded and said: "When you receive his letters in the future, first find out the most frequent words. If you can still read it very fluently if you change it to La Gildan, you don't need to read it to me anymore. Send a reply to Marquis Sailin and tell him , I will arrive in Turbulence City soon and pay a visit."

Che Erdan reminded: "My lord, according to my speculation, Marquis Lindsay probably doesn't want to see you. As long as he receives your reply, he will find ways to intercept you on the road."

Manda frowned and said, "Then I won't reply to him. I'll just go to him directly."

"Coming uninvited is against the etiquette between nobles. If you don't even say hello in advance, it means declaring war on the other party."

Manda looked at the map and pointed at the road to Turbulent City: "From Qixing Mountain to Turbulent City, there are four mountains. It takes at least fifteen days to travel over the mountains and ridges. But if I ask Manu to dig a hole and get through, , only five days' journey is enough. If I calculate the time, I can arrive almost on the same day as the messenger. After he reads the letter, I am already at the door. Doesn't this count as me not saying hello? "

Che Erdan gave a wry smile, and Manda once again used his unique logic to ruthlessly trample on the rules of the times.

But there is nothing that can be done about it. In this era, those who abide by the rules may have to wait for death.

"But sir, we can outrun the messenger, but we can't outrun the carrier pigeon," Che Erdan said holding a small mailbox, "You may have noticed that the letter paper this time is different. This letter was delivered by carrier pigeon. .”

"Homing pigeon?" Manda was stunned, "He actually has such a thing!"

There were carrier pigeons as early as the classical era, and there were also carrier pigeon stations. However, in the Middle Ages, carrier pigeons gradually declined because the cost of raising carrier pigeons was too high, and the letters on the carrier pigeons were easily lost or intercepted. It took a long time to train a carrier pigeon, and once trained, it could only travel between two places. Compared with messengers, homing pigeons have too many shortcomings.

But the carrier pigeon has one advantage, and that is the speed that the messenger cannot match. From Turbulence City to Qixing Mountain, it takes fifteen days to walk on the mountain road, but if the carrier pigeon flies from the sky, three days is enough.

Anyone who is familiar with Marquis Serling knows that he raised a group of outstanding carrier pigeons. Except for extremely confidential letters, Serling usually delivers letters through carrier pigeons.

The letter sent to Manda had no real content. Sailin naturally chose the carrier pigeon. This is not the point. The point is why Sailin's carrier pigeon found Qixing Mountain? And can he accurately find Manda’s copycat?

Che Erdan said: "This proves that the messengers came with carrier pigeons several times before."

Manda was very interested in the homing pigeon: "Let me see that little guy, I have to feed it something delicious."

Silva brought the carrier pigeon over. The carrier pigeon with gray fur and black spots was very strong. Manda liked it very much. She fed it a lot of meat and chatted with it for a long time.

Early the next morning, Manda personally tied the reply letter to the carrier pigeon's leg and sent it into the sky. Then he selected a hundred or so people and set off immediately to Turbulence City.

On the road, Cerdan looked up at the sky from time to time. He felt as if he was hallucinating, and he could always see the shadow of the homing pigeon inadvertently.

This was not an illusion. The carrier pigeon had been hovering above them. It made an agreement with Manda to arrive at Turbulence City on the same day.

It wasn't until Manu led everyone into the cave that the homing pigeon flew into the sky at a familiar speed. In just over two days, it flew near Turbulence City, but one of it was hovering outside the city. Waiting for Manda's figure.

Three days later, it finally saw Manda, hovered in the air for a moment, and said hello to Manda.

Manda stared at the carrier pigeon. After a brief exchange, the carrier pigeon flew to Turbulence City.

Marquis Sailin was holding a banquet in the castle. All the retainers and the lords of the four towns around Turbulence City were sitting at the banquet, enjoying fine wine, delicacies and enchanting dances.

Banquets are one of Marquis Lindsay's favorite activities. Banquets like this will last until one month after the New Year, every day for more than sixty days.

After the song ended, the beautiful dancers left one after another, and then it was Marquis Lindsay's turn to sing in person.

He stroked the harp, tried the tune, and played the song "Blooming Irises" skillfully. He had just finished playing the prelude, and before he could speak, he suddenly saw a homing pigeon flying into the hall.

The guests were stunned and the retainers were startled. The retainer who was responsible for raising the carrier pigeons quickly stood up and kept whistling, hoping to jump up and catch the carrier pigeons.

Fortunately, Marquis Lindsay was not angry and could maintain an elegant attitude under any circumstances. This was a quality he had developed over the years.

He stretched out a hand and let the carrier pigeon land on the back of his hand. With a gentle smile, he said softly: "Little guy, what kind of news makes you so anxious?"

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and the tense atmosphere immediately dissipated.

Sailin untied the letter from the carrier pigeon's lap and read it for a moment, his cheeks twitching slightly.

"Dear friends, for our great friendship, let us drink together!"

Selin acted very indifferently and drank a glass of wine with the guests. After singing the song "Blooming Iris", the dancers appeared again and the banquet continued.

While the guests continued to enjoy the singing and dancing, Marquis Selin quietly left the hall, and his general Andres left with him.

Arriving in a hidden room, Marquis Serlin's smile disappeared. He took the letter he had just received and said to Andres: "Krechi Monchik wants to come to Turbulence City. You have to find a way to stop him." on the way."

Andres said: "Can I use force against him?"

"If you can't use force, I won't let you go. Leave him alive and you can do whatever you want with the rest."

Andres left the castle, and Selin picked up the wine glass and looked out the window solemnly.

What does Monchik want to do? Want to form an alliance with yourself? What if Andres can't stop him?

It doesn't matter how many polite words you say in the letter, but given the current situation, you must maintain a boundary with him. Even if you turn against him, you can't offend Bucken because of him.

While he was thinking about it, a waiter came to his side and said in a panic: "Sir, Count Monchik is asking for an audience outside the city."

Selin was startled and asked: "Which Count Monchik?"

The waiter replied: "The lord of Qixing Mountain."