Give Me the Name of God

　　 Manda and Worm entered the old Yaman’s long house and sat next to the firepit. Chairs were impossible. After a day’s journey, it was comfortable to sit on the soft hay.

　　The long house, as the name suggests, is a rectangular house, generally more than ten meters long and four to five meters wide. The walls are made of large and small stones mixed with clay, then wood is used to make beams, and thatch is used to make roofs. This is the most iconic civilian residence of this era.

　　 Along the direction of the long side, the house is divided into three areas. On one side lived the old Yaman, the other lived the old Yaman’s horse, and in the middle was the soul of the long house—the firepit.

　　 The fire pond is a pit that is lit on fire. A circle of stones is placed around the pit, which can be used for heating and cooking.

It sounds unbelievable. People live with animals like this, but this is the house that farmers are proud of. This is the biggest difference between them and slaves. They can own a long house and have their own animals. This is a lot of farmers. Dream life.

　　 “Come on, what happened in the valley?” Old Yaman served Manda and Worm each with a bowl of hot soup.

　　 Manda is hungry and thirsty. This bowl of hot soup is really tempting. Looking at the kind old Yaman, Manda thinks that Lioness may have misunderstood him too deeply.

Worm held the hot soup and said: “Pluto’s sacrifice failed. The Marquis of Nars sold us a fake golden apple and angered Typhon. He destroyed half of the temple and someone was injured. “

This is a good strategy that Manda and Worm have negotiated on the road. As long as Manda does not speak, Worm will always speak, and everything that Worm says is the truth. This is the most suspicion of old Yaman. The best way.

　　 “I didn’t expect that Nars would do such a thing!” Old Yaman’s hand was shaking, “How about Lord Earl? Didn’t you get hurt?”

　　 Without waiting for Worm to speak, Manda took the first step and said: “My Lord Earl is very good. He prayed desperately for Pluto in exchange for Typhon’s forgiveness, but he also paid some price.”

　　 This sentence is to remind old Yaman that the Earl is very good, and Pluto is also very good, and the main combat effectiveness in the valley is not damaged.

　　 “What’s the price?” Old Yaman looked at Manda nervously.

　　 Manda took a sip of hot soup: “The earl promised Typhon to wash away this shame, and he wants the Marquis of Nars to learn to repent.”

Old Yaman breathed a sigh of relief: “Thank the gods, thank the gods for their tolerance, as long as the earl is not injured, I am really afraid, I am really afraid that my old bone will be helpless, drink more soup and be hungry. It’s broken, I still have bread here. I have been thinking about where I have seen you before. You should go to Artex City with them.”

　　Old Yaman handed Manda a piece of bread. Manda nodded and said, “We made a mistake and didn’t distinguish the fake apple.”

“Young man, it’s not your fault. The villain Nars is too treacherous. Please tell Lord Earl, I am willing to fight for his life and wash away the shame with him…” Old Yaman was taken aback, he Manda was found to be cross-eyed, “Boy, what’s wrong with your eyes?”

　　 “I got in the sand when I was drilling the cave, and it was always uncomfortable.” Manda pretended to rub his eyes, but he was actually staring at the bowl of soup in his hand.

　　 Two slices of dried vegetables and a slice of bacon. The price of this bowl of soup will not exceed two copper coins, but there is a gold coin and a dozen silver coins in front of you. It seems that a lot of precious ingredients have been added to the soup.

　　 His hands have been groping at the bottom of the bowl, found a suitable position, and poke a hole in the bottom of the bowl with his golden finger.

　　 The soup was very hot. Manda resisted the burning pain and blocked the hole with his fingers. He crumbled the bread and soaked it in the soup. It looked like porridge. He took a big mouthful and swallowed it. In the heat, Old Yaman couldn’t see his mouth clearly, only saw that the soup in the bowl was less.

　　 “Eat, child, are you tired? When you are full, go to sleep.”

　　 Manda held the wooden bowl and said nothing, Worm put down the wooden bowl and said, “Is there any news about the Marquis of Nars recently?”

“No,” Old Yaman shook his head. “The **** did such a dirty thing, how dare he come to Tieshan Town? I’ve heard some news about Viscount Solens. He increased taxes and bought a lot of weapons. , And formed an army. It seems that there are more than a hundred people. They are on the Red Maple Forest. This is a big fight. I guess which of his barons is going to suffer again.”

　　 “Has anyone seen that army?”

　　 “I haven’t seen it. There are a few farmers in the village who have seen them. They have sent pickled vegetables to the barracks.”

　　 “What kind of color are those soldiers, ordinary people or believers of ancient gods?”

　　 “The few vegetable farmers can’t see this,” Old Yaman dialed the fire, and saw Manda keep his head down and smiled: “Go to sleep, sleep for a while if you want.”

　　 This is the second time he repeated the same words. Manda felt that he should cooperate with him. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and yawned.

　　 “It’s not time to sleep now!” Worm pushed Manda, and Manda opened his eyes hard, with irresistible fatigue on his face.

　　 There was not much broth left in the wooden bowl. Old Yaman picked up the spoon and said, “I will serve you another bowl.”

　　 “No, I’m full.” Manda shook his head.

　　 Old Yaman sighed and said: “Look at this kid is tired, let him sleep for a while.”

　　 This is the third time.

　　 was silent for a while, and Old Yaman said, “Are you worried that Solens will do something to the valley?”

　　 “Do you think he can’t?”

“He should not have the guts, but if it was Nars’s order, it’s hard to say. Although this is not the territory of Nars, Solens is a dog. He didn’t dare not listen to the order of the Marquis. Maybe his There are really believers of ancient gods in the army, and even believers of Tier 2 and above…”

　　Old Yaman stopped. He heard Manda’s snoring. Manda was lying on the hay, snoring and drooling, sleeping soundly.

　　 This requires a certain skill. Tighten the throat and let the breath pass through the upper part of the nasopharyngeal cavity to imitate a very realistic snoring sound. In fact, it is not an imitation. The snoring process is originally like this.

　　 Drooling should be relatively simple. Lie on one side and let the saliva flow naturally along the corners of your mouth. Don’t be too artificial.

Manda’s acting skills fooled Old Yaman and Worm. Worm just wanted to wake him up, but saw that Old Yaman brought a blanket and put it on Manda: “Let him sleep for a while. , Just for a while, how old this kid is, he is so young, you force him to work for the earl.”

　　 Old Yaman’s tone changed, and Worm pushed Manda: “Get up, we should go.”

　　 Manda still slept soundly. Old Yaman laughed and asked, “What order is this kid?”

　　 Worm said coldly: “He just finished the sacrifice last month and has not yet entered the stage.”

　　 “Old friend, how many years have we known each other? Do you think you are good at lying?” Old Yaman smiled and looked at Worm. “How could the earl send an undergraduate child to test me? Are you crazy for him?”

　　Worm opened his mouth, revealing two fangs: “You betrayed the count.”

“Don’t talk about betrayal, it’s too harsh. See what the Earl has given me? What do I owe him? I have been with him for thirty years. I am the messenger of Hydra. I am a demigod. I don’t want to be with him forever. The horses live together!”

Worm stood up, just about to pull up Manda, but old Yaman used a fire stick to his chest: “Sit down, old friend, although I am old, you should know how big the gap is between us, sit down. Let’s have a bowl of soup and let’s have a good chat. If it’s not for this kid, why would I waste so much thought? Do you know how expensive a bag of Sleeping Grass Seed is? Give it to you? Are you worthy?”

Worm pushed away Old Yaman’s fire stick, picked up Manda, turned around and spit out a mouthful of insect silk to Old Yaman. Old Yaman used the fire stick to remove the insect silk and swept it at Worm’s feet. On the ground.

　　 Manda also fell miserably, but his snoring did not stop.

　　Old Yaman slowly stood up, and two snake heads came out from both sides of his neck.

　　 “Actually, this kid has nothing to guard against. I don’t think he will be more than Tier 2 at most, but Master Marquis has to catch a livelier. One livelier is enough. Do you think I should choose him or you?”