Give Me the Name of God

Putala led the two of them through the secret doors on the wall and came to a secret room filled with debris.

It turns out that he doesn't know how to penetrate walls, but he is too familiar with this palace. He knows the location of every secret door, and these secret doors have the power to change space.

"More than ninety years?" Putala sighed, "What happened outside?"

Odysseus said: "A lot of things happened outside. Let's talk about them one by one. I'm afraid I won't be able to finish them until the day you die. The first thing you have to understand is that Cequon is really no longer the pope. Madesa has already taken his place, there is no point in keeping him here."

"This is the instruction God gave me. God's command is what it means."

"Maybe God has changed his mind a long time ago, but you just didn't receive it."

Putala pulled out a small knife and said with a ferocious look: "Don't make rash comments about gods, and don't speculate on gods' thoughts. You are not worthy and do not have the qualifications!"

"Yes, I don't deserve it," Odysseus laughed, "So what are you doing with this knife? Do you want to fight me to the death?"

"How dare I?" Pudala also laughed, "I'm just a useless old man. You can kill me with just a finger. I just want to hear stories from outside, and don't want to tell them to me. , just kill me, you know how to open the stone door anyway."

Looking at Pdala's mocking smile, Manda knew that Odysseus had lied again.

In fact, Manda already knew that Odysseus was lying. If he really knew how to open the stone door, he would not be so panicked when he saw the stone door closed.

Odysseus moved his wrist and said with a cold expression: "I think we are friends, and I think you are a respectable friend, but if you are always so stubborn, I will find another way to get you to speak."

"It really scares me." Pudala turned the blade and put it against his neck. "I can also find another way to die with dignity."

"I won't give you a chance to do it, you know."

"You underestimate me too much. I have been a demigod for more than three hundred years. Even if I lose the blood stone, I still have a way to store my divine power. Even if I can't defeat you, I can easily end my own life. I have long wanted to Did it.”

Odysseus frowned and said, "Do you want to take a gamble?"

Putala smiled and said: "Let's take a gamble. Anyway, I have nothing to lose."

His wrist tightened slightly, and blood seeped out from his neck. Odysseus launched the third-level skill, trying to make him forget the thought of committing suicide, but Pudaala's expression remained normal, and the blade penetrated deeper and deeper into the wound.

Manda stepped forward and held down the blade. As a senior gambler, he knew that there were some bets that he couldn't afford to lose.

Besides, there is no need to gamble on this matter. Putala is willing to bring them here, which proves that he does have unfulfilled wishes and there is still room for negotiation.

"This is a knife for cutting meat." Manda touched the blade and looked at a dead stag on the ground. "Is this your prey? If you don't mind, we can chat while eating."

Putala pulled the knife out of the wound and sighed: "I thought I could finally be freed. It's okay. I might as well eat before going on the road."

He cut a piece of meat from the stag and handed it to Manda: "I don't have firewood here. I have to keep a little grease for lighting. I have to leave a little light. It's really hard to live without a light."

Manda took the meat, took a bite, and chewed it carefully.

"It doesn't taste very good," Pudala laughed. "I have been eating this kind of food for more than ninety years. You know how bitter it tastes."

"It's not too hard," Manda smiled, "At least you have someone to talk to."

"Talk to me? You mean Kequon? What do you think I have to say to that monster?"

"A monster that can talk isn't a monster."

Putala was a little surprised to see Manda eating so sweetly; "Young man, how old are you?"

Manda smiled and said: "A little younger than you."

Putala looked at Odysseus and said to Manda: "He doesn't want to tell me about the outside world. Are you willing to tell me?"

"The ups and downs, the change of dynasties, you have lived for more than five hundred years, what else have you not seen? The outside world is just like that, I really want to hear the stories inside. In the past ninety years, in The story of what happened in this palace.”

"What kind of story can there be? It's just a boring war."

Manda shook his head: "This is a sacred war. From the beginning to the present, it has never lost its sacred glory. If you are willing to tell me, I will pray to Hermes day and night. The gods will definitely be willing to praise the great deeds. Go down."

Putala licked the bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "There is no need to preach. If you are really willing to tell Hermes, please ask Him to tell everything that happened here to the God of Light."

Manda nodded and said, "I promise you."

There is a water jug ​​in the corner. The water droplets seeping out from the wall gather together and flow into the water jug ​​drop by drop. It is about as small as half a jug.

Putala brought the jug over: "I've given it all to you, I only have so much."

Manda took the water jug, took a big sip, and listened quietly to Pudaala's story: "I am an Itathia. When I was young, we still called ourselves Trojans. Every Trojan With the blood of the God of Light flowing, when I was twelve years old, I went to the Temple of the God of Light and completed the initiation ceremony. Less than half of the teenagers my age completed the initiation, but I was lucky. You are one of them, maybe you think this is nothing big, since you have become a seventh-level saint at such a young age, you must be a favored one by God, right?"

Manda shrugged and said, "There are relatively few followers of Hermes."

Prada continued: "I am not as lucky as you, but I have always been favored by the gods. I became the second level at the age of twenty, the third level at the age of forty, the fourth level at the age of fifty... and the eighth level at the age of one hundred and thirty. I got the artifact at the age of one hundred and seventy, and my efforts were recognized by the gods.

After becoming a demigod, I was very content and did not dare to expect more gifts from the gods. However, I did not expect that the gods would be so tolerant. He gave me the opportunity to escape from the mortal world and to become a god.

Under the guidance of the God of Light, I left my homeland and fought fiercely with the believers of the false god for more than two hundred years. I achieved countless victories and never let the God of Light down. Unfortunately, in a crucial battle, I believed in a shameless man. The villain suffered a disastrous defeat under his misguidance, and has since lost the trust of the gods. "

As she spoke, Prada turned her attention to Odysseus, and Odysseus turned his face away.

"Since then, I have not received the oracles from the God of Light. I thought the gods had abandoned me. I wandered aimlessly in various kingdoms. My life has completely lost its meaning.

Unexpectedly, the God finally forgave me and allowed me to return to my hometown to help Him protect an important treasure. "

"An important treasure?" Manda rolled her eyes, "Is it this palace?"

Putala nodded and said: "That's right. That treasure is in the palace. I firmly believe that I will never let down the trust of the gods. I have been guarding it for thirty years. Unexpectedly, Ke Kuien suddenly appeared.

He comes for the treasure, and if we don't hand it over, he threatens to kill all the Itahuians.

The brutal battle lasted for a year, and nearly half of the Itathia people died at the hands of K'Quin. Under K'Quin's threat, my king abandoned the palace and left his homeland with the surviving tribesmen. I took five hundred warriors and guarded the palace.

I miss those days very much. In the first year, we never had enough food. Even if we were hungry and fought bloody days and nights, we never forgot our belief in the gods.

Later, there was enough food, because our soldiers were getting fewer and fewer. Less than three years later, only Ke Kuien and I were left in the entire palace. We fought day and night, gradually forgetting the time, and even forgetting the time. Who could have imagined that so many years would pass in the blink of an eye. "

Putala unbuttoned his clothes and revealed a scar on his chest: "In a battle a few days ago, I was sealed by his divine sword. Since then, I have lost the source of my divine power and become an ordinary person. ,

Kequen hasn't discovered this yet, and I can still manage to deal with him with the help of artifacts and remaining divine power, but I know that I can't hide this for long. This war is about to end, and I have once again betrayed the trust of the gods. "

Putala was extremely sad, and Odysseus said from the side: "I have a good idea. Let's take Kequon away. You take the palace to a place where he will never find it. You have completed your mission and fulfilled it." With us, we get the best of both worlds, why not?”

"Stop showing off your cleverness," Pudala sneered, "No matter where I go, he can find me, and as long as Kequen is allowed to leave the palace, he will definitely lead the false god followers to massacre my people. I want to protect my faith and my people, this is my mission."

Odysseus said: "I told you, he is no longer the Pope, and he will no longer lead the God Punisher to kill your people!"

Putala said: "I also said, I don't believe you!"

Manda said: "I have another idea. You take the treasure and leave, and hand over Ke Kuien and the palace to us. If you keep the treasure, we will help you keep Ke Kuien."

"You just wanted to trick me into opening the palace's exit."

"How could I do something like that?"

"I don't believe in Odysseus, nor the followers of Hermes. A few years ago, a group of thieves came to the palace and stole a lot of tableware, and one of them was a follower of Hermes."

"I'm so ashamed of him!" Manda spat on the ground, "I despise such shameless people!"

Putala shook his head and said: "Don't waste your breath. The treasure cannot leave this palace. This is the order of the God of Light. I cannot leave the palace. This is also the order of the God of Light!"

It's really hard to convince this stubborn person. Manda really wants to tell him that the God of Light can't even remember your name. He must have also forgotten his original order.

Odysseus said: "With your current strength, there is no way you can compete with Kequon. The treasure will fall into his hands sooner or later."

Putala said: "But he can't leave the palace, he will be trapped here alive."

Odysseus gritted his teeth and said, "You are right, I shouldn't waste my time with you."

Putala put the knife against his neck again; "It's been a long time since I've talked so much. It's very enjoyable, and I have no regrets."

Manda sighed: "You two are not young anymore, can you do something more meaningful?"

Putala said: "Tell me, what is more meaningful?"

"Let's make a deal. I'll help you remove the seal of the divine sword, and you allow us to leave here with Kequen."

Prada smiled and said: "You have to learn the skill of lying from Odysseus, at least don't tell lies that are so outrageous."

Odysseus remained silent, agreeing with Pdala's assessment.

Manda said with a straight face: "Please swear to Apollo, if I really do it, you will never break your promise, otherwise Apollo will be ashamed of this forever!"