Give Me the Name of God

The Romalu country has had a bumper harvest, with grain output one and a half times that of last year.

Not only Romulu Country, but also the barren Bayer Country also ushered in a long-lost harvest. Although Manda does not like the Bayer people, the Bayer country is also within Manda's sphere of influence. They believe in Hermes and Mengda Baikuga, allowing them to spend a stable winter and treat Manda There's no harm in that.

Hermes reminded Manda that this harvest was not due to good luck, nor was it free. The God of Agriculture must get the due reward. As Hermes’ agent in the world, Manda must act as an envoy of the god. , sending mortals' gratitude to Demeter to Mount Olympia.

How to send it? Send a message? Write a letter? Send a flag or something?

Manda is a serious person and would not do that kind of thing. Since the help is not free, it is time to pay the bill now.

He ordered all the towns in Romulu and Bayer to complete a grand sacrifice to the God of Agriculture within a month. All the people of the kingdom must participate in the sacrifice, even the old people who can no longer walk. As long as you can still chew food, you must at least participate in sacrifices in the village.

A kingdom unites to worship one god. In the past hundred years, among the gods of Olympia, except for Hermes, only Demeter has enjoyed this honor.

This honor came very cheaply, and Demeter harvested 50,000 pearls that month.

He was very satisfied with the result and expressed his willingness to provide Manda with a good harvest next year.

But other gods were not so satisfied. For a relatively wealthy god like Athena, 50,000 pearls is equivalent to her income of two to three years. For gods like Hera who live a tense life, this is equivalent to her income for decades.

Demeter had earned decades of income in one month. It was impossible for the other gods to complain. Athena reminded Hermes: "As the lord of the gods, you must treat the gods fairly."

Hermes was stunned: "Do you think I'm not fair enough?"

"Last month, Demeter gained more faith than every god, and probably even more than you. Do you really think this is fair?"

"Demeter has brought a good harvest to the mortal world, and the mortal world has brought faith to Demeter. How can anyone think that such a purely fair transaction is unfair?"

Athena felt that Hermes was secretly changing his mind, but she didn't mind having a quarrel with her brother.

"Faith is not a transaction, mortals' faith in gods must be pure."

Hermes smiled: "What is purity?"

"Pure faith means being pious and asking for nothing. Even if the gods do not give any reward, mortals must believe in us regardless of conditions."

"Why would they do this?"

"This is their obligation. From the day mortals are born, they must be grateful to the gods for their kindness. It is the gods who give them life, the gods who give them souls, the gods who give them food and water, and the things they need to survive. everything!"

Hermes curled his lips, looked at Athena and said, "Did you give it to me?"

"I mean, these are all given by the gods, and mortals are created by Gaia."

"Are you familiar with Gaia?" Hermes looked at Athena seriously, "Gaia is protecting mortals, but it does not ask for anything from mortals. Now we want to ask for faith from mortals, not even a little capital. Don’t you want to give it?”

"It seems that your creed is going to become the new order," Athena shook her head. "Do you want the gods to please mortals for the sake of faith?"

"I said it's a deal. You have to say it's to please, but it doesn't matter if you say it's to please. If you don't want to please, there are still a lot of people waiting to please." Hermes pushed aside the thick fog on the bluestone, revealing a corner of the human world.

"Although we have had a great harvest, there are still many unlucky people in the world. Some of them encountered disasters, some missed the farming season, and some don't even have land. How should they live?"

On the bluestone board, Leo is leading the God Punishers to distribute wheat porridge to the poor.

Athena smiled contemptuously: "I've seen this kind of thing so many times, do I still have to care about the life and death of every mortal?"

"Yes, we didn't want to take it into consideration, but the Lord of Divine Punishment did. Maybe not out of sincerity, but after all, he took away everything that belonged to us."

Hermes sat on the throne, looking down at Athena: "I never believe in unconditional gifts and alms. Mortals are blessed, we gain faith, and fair trade is my order.

Tell those friends who have close contact with you that they should abide by my order. This is my advice to them. If you intentionally disrupt the order, you will be severely punished. This is my warning to them. "

…

Halfway through breakfast, Manda lay in the corner of the bedroom vomiting violently. Horna sighed: "Why is it you who vomited?"

Every three to five days, Manda would vomit, and what she vomited out was not food but pearls. She could vomit out more than 200 pearls each time, which amounted to about 1,400 to 500 pearls in a month.

These pearls come from the belief of Mengda Baikuga, and the usual output is very stable, but the output during this period made Manda very disappointed.

It’s not that the number is less, it’s that it’s not increasing.

Under Chuyit's instigation, the sentinels and Byers held many sacrifices for Mengda Baikuga, but there was no obvious change in the pearls of faith they harvested.

What's the reason? Is it talking about the upper limit of personality? Could it be that no matter how devout your faith is, you can't help Manda harvest more pearls?

If you want to get more pearls, you must break through the upper limit. To break the upper limit, you must improve your status. To improve your status, you must create deeds. The prerequisite for creating deeds is sufficient strength. If you want to improve your strength, you must have original power. If you want original power, There must be more pearls...

Horna said: "What are you talking about?"

Manda grabbed her hair and said, "This situation cannot be solved."

"What game?" Holna had no idea what Manda was talking about.

"Every month, after paying off the debt, there are still four to five hundred pills left, and the conversion rate is only 20%, which is about a hundred pills. In the past, if the water flowed slowly, I wouldn't worry, but now I only have one year."

"Hold me a hundred sacrifices, or I will send a plague."

"What plague are you talking about!" Manda glared at Horna.

Horna looked confused and said, "I never said anything about the plague."

Yes, she didn't say that, that wasn't her voice.

Who was speaking just now? Manda was sure it was not an illusion, the voice was very clear.

In a daze, the voice came again: "Listen carefully, this is a fair deal, I give you a month, you must give me a hundred sacrifices, otherwise I will turn this place into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!" "

Manda was horrified and quickly said to Horna: "Tell everyone to stay in the underground temple. No one is allowed to come out without my order!"

Horna didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly took people to the temple. Manda stayed alone in the bedroom, carefully feeling the changes in the environment.

He can speak in his own mind and threatens to send plagues. This is obviously a voice from the gods.

But Manda didn't feel the gaze, and he didn't understand which god wanted to threaten him in this way.

God Pan had to be told about this immediately. Manda prepared the altar, and as the smoke rose, Hermes appeared on the altar.

Manda quickly saluted and said, "Father, I didn't want to disturb you. I just have news to tell God Pan."

"Pan used to be my messenger in the mortal world, and now someone has taken his place."

"That person is..."

"You! Otherwise, what else would I do to a human agent?"

It turns out that human agents still have this obligation. Manda quickly relayed the voice he just heard to Hermes: "A god wants to perform a hundred sacrifices in a month. He said this is a fair trade. If If you don’t agree to him, he will send a plague.”

Hermes said with a sullen look on his face: "Which god?"

"I don't recognize His voice."

"Can't you hear it?" Hermes became even more angry. He was very disappointed with Manda's performance.

Manda didn’t understand why Hermes was angry. There were too many gods on Mount Olympia, and Manda wasn’t very familiar with them. Moreover, the timbres of the gods were very complicated. Isn’t it normal that they couldn’t distinguish them?

Hermes shook his head: "I am still too impatient and should not let you become a demigod so quickly. Although I have become the Lord of the Gods, the authority of the messenger of the gods is still in my hands as my representative. Or, if you can’t even distinguish the voice of the gods, how can you convey the oracle to the human world?”

It seems that this demigod is not easy to be a demigod. Is it possible that he has to be responsible for delivering messages to each god?

"He wants to send a plague, who could it be?" Hermes listed a list, "Hera, Apollo, Artemis, Hades... they are all in charge of the plague. Some people are not brave enough. Xiao, deliberately misinterpreted the concept of fair dealing."

Manda was emboldened after hearing this: "Without your permission, no god would dare to send a plague casually."

"I definitely don't dare to spread the disease on a large scale, but if one or two people are infected and then spread to a country, this kind of thing is neither easy to prepare for nor easy to pursue... I will find out the identity of the other party and give him a warning first. But this is not a long-term solution after all, you should think of a way to solve this matter completely!"

"Should I think of a way?" Manda was confused again. Should he be asked to find a way to change the gods?

Hermes was extremely dissatisfied: "Hermes in the human world, I have given you the name of God, you must do something good!"