Give Me the Name of God

The furious Hera was beating Callisto in the Temple of Queen of Heaven.

Callisto, who was covered with bruises, didn't cry, and was even secretly happy in his heart.

Seeing Hera angry but helpless made her very happy.

A nymph walked into the palace shivering, knelt down and saluted: "Great Queen of Heaven, God Pan asks to see you."

"Pan?" Hera frowned and asked, "What is he doing here?"

"He, He said, misses you, the great Queen of Heaven..."

"Let him go!"

"He, He said we owed Him something, and He came to collect the debt."

"What do I owe him?"

Nymph couldn't answer, and was trembling as she was about to leave, when she suddenly heard Hera say: "Let him in, and throw this idiot out."

Nymph took Callisto outside the palace. Pan took a look and shook his head with pity.

He came to the hall and bowed to Hera. Hera didn't say anything. He wanted to see Pan's attitude. He had just plotted against Hermes' only believer. According to his inference, Pan was here to punish him.

Hera is not afraid of Pan, nor is she afraid of Hermes. Even if Hermes' current strength is far superior to hers, she still has the courage to fight to the death. This is the majesty that a queen of heaven should have.

But God Pan did not ask for guilt or explanation. He did not mention anything related to Manda at all. Just like what he said before, he came to collect debts.

"Great Queen of Heaven, your nymph Sandil asked for a lot of food in the palace of the Taker of Order. I think you should know about this."

Hera was stunned, not expecting that Pan would mention this matter. He lowered his eyes and said, "It's just a little meat and wine, and you're here to collect debts for this?"

"Although the thing is small, it has the Queen's promise. How dare I neglect it?"

"What promise do you have from me?"

"You told Sandile that as long as I get food, I can do whatever I want to her. Great Queen, are you going to break your promise?"

Hera sneered: "Go ahead and do what you want. I think it won't take long."

Pan smiled and shook his head: "You have misunderstood my idea. What I want is not a moment of pleasure. It may be because I have been away from Mount Olympia for too long, and I found that the nymphs and muses are somewhat alienated from me."

"Don't put it so tactfully," Hera sneered, "They hated you before your death, and it has never changed from the beginning to the end."

Pan Shen coughed dryly and said: "Anyway, I am very lonely, so I want to keep her for a few more days. Of course, I will not make such an excessive request just because of the little food. There are two carriages parked outside the door, full of mutton and fine wine. , starting from today, I will deliver two carriages of food every day until three months later, when I return Sandile to you, do you think this deal is fair?"

Hera looked Pan up and down. She didn't believe that Pan was just for Sandir's beauty. Although the nymphs all hated him, given the current situation of the gods, as long as he provided two carriages of food, there would be many nymphs. Willing to take off the skirt and put it on.

But Hera's temperament was such that she was used to contempt and disdain. Even if she knew that Pan had other intentions, he would not bother to ask more questions.

"Deal, three months, enjoy it."

God Pan bowed deeply: "Thank you for your generosity."

He was about to leave when he heard Hera say again: "Where do the scars on your face come from?"

Pan Shen blinked his bruised eyes and smiled: "For some trivial things that are not worth mentioning."

"Trivial?" Hera obviously didn't believe Pan's words, but she didn't want to ask further, "Sandy is the maid given to me by your father. You must return it to me after three months. Since Hermes has taken over the order , you have to keep your promise.”

God Pan saluted again and left with a smile.

Returning to his palace, He fed Sandile two pearls lying on the bed. This was all he could do. Whether she could survive or not depended on her luck.

When he came to the secret room and saw the mist rising under the statue of Hermes, Pan adjusted his appearance and deepened the mist on his face, trying not to let Manda see his scars.

He took a deep breath and merged his body with the mist.

Manda waited in front of the altar for a whole day, and finally saw a familiar figure at dusk.

"Great God Pan, is Sangela still alive?"

Pan Shen was stunned: "How did you know something happened to her?"

"I had a terrible dream," Manda answered truthfully. "I know it was a dream, but the dream was very real. I'm sure it was real."

"Real? Tell me."

Manda described the content of the dream truthfully. Pan twirled his beard and was deeply surprised by Manda's description.

His description was exactly the same as what Pan saw, but why could Manda dream about what happened on Mount Olympia?

"It seems that your divinity has exceeded your level." This is the only reasonable explanation God Pan can give. "I rescued Sanjila. She drank the water of the Tianhe River, probably to improve herself. Strength, this caused a lot of damage to her, but it’s hard to say whether she can recover. I don’t understand her purpose of doing this. Has she conveyed a message to you? "

Manda nodded and said: "Yes, I got three weapons lost by Hephaestus and a divine object of unknown origin. She told me not to open it."

"Did she give you an oracle? No wonder she drank so much water from the Milky Way," God Pan said after a moment of silence. "You said there is another divine object of unknown origin. Is it wrapped in the other three weapons like the other three weapons?" In the golden ball?"

Manda nodded in agreement, and God Pan frowned and said, "It's strange. When my father and I went to the Mountain of Order, we only saw three golden balls. Where did the fourth golden ball come from?"

Manda looked confused: "Four golden balls were dragged out of the tomb together, how could it be possible to only see three?"

Both parties were in a daze. The old goat waved his cloak and disappeared on the altar, but his voice was still there: "Come with me and have a look."

Manda came to the temple, and he could feel that Pan was beside him. He asked Ogg to open the door, but Ogg refused to agree.

God Pan gently tapped Manda's shoulder to signal him not to force Ogg. After a while, he signaled that Manda could leave.

Back in the secret room, God Pan sat on the altar and said to Manda: "I still only saw three golden balls, one at the left foot of the statue, another at the right foot of the statue, and one under the statue. You opened it and scattered it on the ground.”

Manda said in surprise: "Didn't you see the golden ball in the middle?"

"I didn't see it," Pan Shen looked solemn, "but I sensed it. There was a special temptation."

"Yes, it's temptation!" Manda nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "It's an irresistible temptation."

"This is a conspiracy..." The old goat clicked his fangs, "What's in the golden ball you opened?"

Manda took out the golden bone: "I suspect this is the ruler of the Milky Way."

Pan Shen held the bone and looked at it for a while: "Are you sure this is a ruler?"

He had never seen the ruler of the Milky Way before. Manda hurriedly explained: "Hold it tightly and concentrate your mind with your divine power. You can measure all distances."

"It's hard to say," the old goat curled his lips and said, "Maybe it's other divine objects. I'll ask Hephaestus for verification."

Pan returned the bone to Manda, who asked in surprise: "Why not take it to Olympia?"

"The Ruler of the Tianhe and the Golden Skeleton Scale must be sent to Mount Olympia through the Promotion Sacrifice. This is my father's request. You should keep it well first. As for the invisible golden ball," the old goat weighed it again and again and thought of a solution to the problem. The method is, "I will teach you a sacrificial ritual. You sacrifice it to me, and I will go to my father to verify it. You must remember two things. First, you must not open the golden ball. Second, you must first Pray to Prometheus and obtain his permission before sacrificing."

According to the old goat's instructions, Manda prayed all afternoon in the temple of Prometheus. The oracle ring lit up with green light, and the great prophet agreed to his request.

Manda was still thinking about how to persuade Ogg, but found that Ogg had pushed the golden ball in the middle to the door of the temple.

"The great prophet has given me guidance. I leave this golden ball to you, but you must not open it, nor can you touch the other two golden balls!"

Ogg's determination made Manda feel ashamed. She arranged the altar and while praying, Manda sprinkled candle oil on a hundred gold coins.

The gold coin quickly rose into smoke, and when the smoke disappeared, the golden ball disappeared.

…

Pan walked on the colonnade hunched over, looking very funny.

A passing nymph teased: "I heard that you traded two carts of food for the Queen's maid. Did you use too much force and hurt your old waist?"

Pan didn't argue and just laughed it off. Nymph kept pestering her, and Pan touched her vital parts twice, scaring the nymph away.

On His back was the golden ball of Manda's sacrifice. He could feel the weight and the shape, but he couldn't see it.

Judging from the nymph's reaction just now, she couldn't see it either.

What mortals can see, gods cannot see. This is the first time he has encountered this situation.

Whose method is this? Whose conspiracy is it? Sanjila was the insider, but unfortunately she couldn't speak, her tongue and throat were burned.

There seems to be no clue, but God Pan has already made a guess. Sangela received the news first. The matter must be related to Hera. This is why Hermes placed Sangela next to Hera.

Arriving at the palace of Hermes, Hermes was trimming his beard in front of the mirror. On Mount Olympia, Hermes maintained the image of a handsome young man most of the time, and today was no exception. However, the young man's face was covered with beard, also to cover the wounds on his face.

Seeing Pan's weird walking posture, Hermes frowned and said, "Is your waist broken?"

He couldn't even see him, and God Pan doubted his own knowledge.

"You really can't see what's on my back?"

Hermes was stunned for a moment, blinked and said, "The taste of temptation."

Pan Shen nodded: "Even I can hardly resist it."

"Put it down quickly," Hermes stepped forward and stroked what Pan brought. As his nails slid, he heard a clear scratching sound, "The craftsman's puzzle, this is the gold that Manda found. ball?"

Pan Shen nodded and said: "There are four in total, but we only saw three. This one is invisible."

"Most of the mysteries have been solved, and there seems to be..."

"There is another one, the answer is three. Manda solved the puzzle, but didn't dare to open it. Sanjila gave him a hint and helped him delay it for a while. Prometheus sent his followers to stop him."

"What kind of treasure is it that can actually alarm Prometheus?" Hermes smiled, groped for the cracks in the golden ball, found the last mechanism, and turned it three times.

Pan Shen took two steps back: "You have to be careful."

Hermes smiled and said: "This is my palace, nothing can threaten me."

The sound of the mechanism twisting was endless, and the originally invisible golden balls scattered into visible pieces.

Among the debris, a slim figure slowly stood up. She raised her head, and her long hair was naturally parted to both sides under the breeze. An intoxicating smile appeared on her beautiful face.

God Pan took a deep breath and said the name that neither gods nor mortals wanted to mention: "Pandora!"

The beautiful woman looked at Hermes and slowly opened the clay pot in her hand.