Give Me the Name of God

Stanley rubbed the flying knife that Manda gave him, looking at the exquisite patterns of the knife god and smelling the cold iron smell.

"This knife has killed many people and is a bit blunt. How many years can it still be used?"

Manda said: "It can still be used for five years."

"Five years..." Stanley suddenly raised his hand and threw the throwing knife. The tip of the knife penetrated the wall and hit a mouse in the tail.

The mouse twisted its body, screamed and struggled. The "Witch" came over, punched Stanley, pulled out the throwing knife, and carefully picked up the mouse.

She touched the mouse's cheek, applied some medicine to the mouse's tail, and fed the mouse some food. During the whole process, the mouse kept coquettishly in her palm, like a child of the "witch".

Manda stared at the "Witch" for a while. The thick "smoky makeup" on her face was gone, and the plain "Witch" was still attractive.

"Her name is Lulian, a second-level disciple of Circe, my best friend, she is beautiful, isn't she?"

"Ah, hello, Lulian." Manda quickly withdrew his gaze. He still wanted to ask for help from Stanley, but he couldn't arouse the other's resentment at this time.

Stanley was still playing with the flying knife: "Although it can only be used for five years, the value of this flying knife will not be less than 100 gold coins, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it."

It seems that Stanley has not yet mastered the method of sacrifice, or his natal god cannot provide him with a good divine item, so most of his ways of obtaining divine items come from the black market.

The dagger worth 75 gold coins must have exceeded 100 gold coins after the premium on the black market. This was undoubtedly a huge gift to Stanley.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Stanley didn't want to talk in circles.

"First, I want to buy some herbal medicine. A friend of mine suffered a trauma."

Stanley smiled: "Herbal medicine is easy to talk about, but we'd better be honest. I don't have much time, and I have to rush to attend the Viscount's dinner."

Manda pursed her lips: "One more thing, I think you also know, my tavern was closed by Campora. Just yesterday, one of my friends, a five-year-old boy, was severely injured by him. , I don’t want to live in fear every day, so I want to find an opportunity to have a good chat with this God’s Punishment Warrior.”

"Should we talk with our mouths or with our fists?" Stanley rubbed the tip of the throwing knife, "If we talk with our mouths, I won't go. In my impression, Campora is not a reasonable person. Besides, I have to leave my mouth to my good friends.”

As he spoke, Stanley put his arm around Lulian's waist.

The Fat Knight's attitude was exactly what Manda wanted: "Then let's talk to him with our fists."

Stanley smiled and put the throwing knife into his belt, indicating that they had a deal.

"I'm afraid it won't work today. On the first day of the new year, all the God's Punishers will be worshiping in the church. At this time tomorrow, you can wait for me in the silver pine forest north of the town."

Manda asked in surprise: "Can Campora be found there? Why would he go to Silver Pine Forest?"

"The second day of the new year is the day when the God's Punisher collects the God's Punishment offerings. Campora's territory is in the north of the city. Outside the Silver Pine Forest is the only way for him to return to the city. If nothing else happens, he will pass by at dusk. That way, we can teach him a lesson when the time comes.”

Lurian brought two glasses of cider, and Manda drank the glass in one gulp: "Thank you, Lord Knight."

"Don't say thank you, it's just a fair deal." Stanley also drained the glass of wine, "I have long wanted to teach this lunatic a lesson."

After buying enough herbs from Lurian, Manda hurried back to the tavern. When she was approaching the temple, the danger pendant suddenly became hot. Manda hid behind a pile of ruins and watched the surrounding situation carefully.

It's Campora, he's here again, and he doesn't want the tavern to have any peace even on the first day of the new year.

Manda huddled in the gap between the ruins, listening to Campora's footsteps crunching on the snow. The danger pendant did not become hotter, which gave Manda the confidence to continue lurking. Campora's shadow had fallen in front of her several times, but Manda held her breath and remained motionless.

At nightfall, Manda was almost frozen, and Campora finally decided to leave. He struck hard with an ax at the ruins, and gravel rained down. Manda's head was broken and bleeding, and Manda bit her head. The fingers made no sound.

It wasn't until Campora had gone far that Manda emerged from the rubble and staggered back to the tavern.

Seeing Manda's face covered in blood, Worm was surprised and said: "Did you fight that madman?"

Manda did not answer, but handed the herb to Worm and asked, "Have you read those ancient books in Titian language?"

"Look, I'm making a copy."

Manda wiped the blood on his face and said, "What kind of copy are you making? Just eat it."

"Those books are too precious. If you want to eat them, you can only eat the copies."

"That's my book, you can eat it if I tell you to!"

"Do you want me to learn Tilean, or do you want to learn Tilean yourself? If you want to learn, you must keep those books."

Worm can use worm silk to transmit his knowledge to Manda, but Manda must remain in a reading state, which is a prerequisite for Worm to use his skills.

Manda didn't want to argue, he was tired, cold, and in pain.

Returning to his room, he lit the fireplace and shivered beside the fire, wrapped in a blanket.

Worm handed over a bowl of broth and a glass of wine: "Have a nice meal, today is the New Year."

Manda didn't eat much all day long. He drank the broth, swallowed the bacon, poured the wine into his stomach in one breath, wiped his mouth and said: "I have to go out tomorrow, so please take good care of the house. "

Worm sighed: "There shouldn't be any blood in the first month of the new year. When January passes, we'll go find that bastard again."

"I don't know when he will appear at the door, and I don't know when he will break through the door. It is not up to the weak to decide whether to see blood or not. As long as he lives, our New Year will not come."

Worm couldn't understand Manda's words, and Manda didn't want to talk anymore. He quickly fell asleep by the fireplace.

Worm continued to write copies under the lamp, Ogg was brewing medicine on the fire pit, Tokar was sleeping soundly in his mother's arms, and the first day of the new year passed like this.

The next day, Manda woke up early, hid Hermes' jump button and Momus' provocative mask in her clothes, and walked out of the tavern before dawn.

Holding the pendant of danger all the way, he walked out of the town and came to the silver pine forest. In the middle of the pine forest, he saw Stanley and five soldiers.

Unexpectedly, he came earlier than Manda and brought helpers.

"Campola is a non-commissioned officer of the God's Punishment Army. When he goes to the village to collect God's Punishment offerings, he will bring at least two first-level God's Punishment Warriors with him. He must make some preparations in advance, otherwise this battle will not be so easy to fight. "

Stanley held some black powder and made various marks under the pine tree. Manda could not understand the purpose of these marks, and the soldiers around him just stood aside silently, and no one went to help.

After working until noon, Stanley wiped his sweat and put it directly on the face of a soldier.

The soldier wore a heavy helmet. Manda couldn't see his face clearly, but he could imagine his disgust. He didn't understand why Stanley did this.

The fat knight gestured to the soldier, and the soldier quickly walked out of the forest. Stanley turned back to Manda and said: "You have to subdue the opponent with one strike, and then beat him up. Only in this way can he understand what fear is. Don't delay, if we attract other divine punishers, we will be in big trouble."