Give Me the Name of God

Manda asked: "There is a question I don't understand. Since you wanted the chisel, why did you give it to Guatel in the first place?"

Hephaestus replied: "Because I want the chisel, but don't want others to know that I have the chisel, just as you don't want others to know your secret. You are a believer in Hermes, the rules of the trade, you Understand, no one can know about this."

Hephaestus took away the golden chisel, and Guatel felt sorry for him for a long time.

But after feeling distressed, he felt lucky again: "I thought He would take away the ruler and just the chisel, and we would make a profit."

April is over. In the first half of the month, Dionysus gained a lot of faith, and in the second half of the month, Dionysus gained a lot of hatred.

Especially people in the royal capital, they will be reluctant to mention Dionysus for a long time.

But outside the royal capital, April's rumors became the talk of their mouths.

"Have you heard that the women in the royal capital are crazy, all the women in the city are crazy, and they follow the priests of Dionysus and go crazy everywhere!"

"Nonsense, that's not the priest of Dionysus, that's Dionysus. Dionysus has come to the mortal world!"

"Why does Dionysus lead women crazy?"

"If you don't say you are really ignorant, are you crazy? That's the rule of Dionysus. On the day of the sacrifice, men have to hide. Even if women come out to eat people, men can't do anything to them."

"Is it really cannibalism?"

"After eating it, several ministers in the palace were eaten, not to mention the common people."

"I heard that the Cherubeus of the God's Punishment Sect couldn't bear it and almost beat the God of Dionysus to death!"

"Can an angel defeat Bacchus?"

"It didn't take any effort. He hit him whenever he wanted, but he couldn't beat the Mad King. The Mad King beat the Cherubim into a pulp."

"Cherubeus is dead?"

"I can't die. The wise angel is a god, but the mad king is unscathed!"

"Even gods can't defeat the Mad King?"

"No one can beat the Mad King. What can I say about the Mad King..."

The farmer picked up the water jug ​​and took a big sip, but hesitated to speak.

Manda sat next to him and said, "I think Mad King is quite a good person! At least he is good to us."

Another farmer nodded: "He is really good to us. I always hang his statue at the door and pray to him every day when I come in."

Manda said: "But I don't think your statue is too similar to the Mad King. First of all, he doesn't have side fangs that long, and he doesn't have six hands either."

The farmer asked in surprise: "Where did you come from? Have you seen the king?"

Manda slapped her chest: "Of course I've seen it before!"

A farmer next to him laughed and said, "He claimed to be a salesman from the royal capital, and he also said that he had spoken to the king."

The farmers laughed together, and Manda blushed and said, "I'm not bragging. I know the king very well. I have his statue here. It costs forty copper coins a piece. It's exactly the same as the Mad King. If you buy two, I’ll give you one, but you’d better not hang it at the door, especially don’t tie the rope around the neck of the statue, it looks very impolite.”

On the first day of May, Manda returned to the royal capital and held a competition.

Manda has been preparing for this athletics competition since April. Since the end of the classical era, athletics competitions have been completely reduced to memories in history books. Except for humans and monsters like Odysseus, almost no one has ever seen a real athletics competition.

He selected 300 strong men from more than a dozen cities around the royal capital to participate in the competition. The lords were very enthusiastic. They personally brought their players to the royal capital, but they did not know what to do. .

"Are we bare-handed, or are we allowed to bring weapons? If we are allowed to bring weapons, we can't use weapons from Golden Light City. That's not fair!" A lord mistook the athletic conference for a gladiatorial competition.

There are definitely gladiatorial events, but Manda decided to start with traditional events.

The first step of the traditional project is to offer sacrifices.

Hermes is the ruler of order in the arena and the first god to be sacrificed in the arena.

After completing the sacrifice to Hermes, Manda left all the remaining sacrifices to Hercules.

Before each competition, people chant the name of Hercules and pray to Hercules for victory.

Especially in throwing, weightlifting and fighting events, all players and their lords shout the name of Hercules during the competition. The winners will be awarded laurel wreaths and medals by the king, with the image of Hercules engraved on the medals.

In addition to the Royal Capital, the same athletic competitions were also held in Longyin City and Wonderful Sound City. The passionate and passionate athletic competitions have disappeared from the world for hundreds of years. The arenas were crowded with people, and the audience in the arena screamed with cheers and applause. His throat was broken, and people outside the stadium were eagerly waiting for it. Even if they couldn't see the game, they were satisfied to hear the result.

"The warriors of Cotai City lifted the 400-pound iron ball. Four hundred pounds, we are the champions!" a tavern owner shouted excitedly, "Thank you Hercules, thank you Mad King! We, the heroes of Cotai City, lifted it." Champion, is there anyone from Cotai City here? Come to my place for a drink, I’ll invite you!”

Hercules looked down at the world, listening to the cheers of the people, and the muscles in his shoulders twitched.

The goddess of youth, the daughter of Zeus and Hera, and the wife of Hercules, Hebe, came over, took Hercules' arm and said, "Why, do you want to go down and compete with them?"

"It's not fair to them," Hercules shook his head. "Let's leave the glory to them for the time being this year. It's hard to say next year."

"You should look at the fountain of your faith. You will gain much more than they will."

"Don't worry, we will count slowly in the future, May is still very long," Hercules hugged his wife and said, "Do you think they have changed?"

"Mortals? What changes can mortals make?"

"Look at their faces. Their faces look just like mine when I was in the mortal world."

Hebe didn't understand what Hercules meant: "They were mortals when you were in the mortal world, and they are still mortals now. Mortals are mortals. What's the difference?"

"Their faces are no longer numb, and at least they look more human."

Medusa was also asking the same question. She could also feel the changes in mortals: "When I first came to the human world, I even doubted that this was not the human world. This place is really different from when I was in the human world."

Horna was quite puzzled: "What's the difference?"

"In short, it's just different. They look like..."

"They look like humans now," Manda said. "This is what they deserve. In addition to work and survival, they deserve more. This is the glory and dignity of being born as human beings!"

The day's competition ended at midnight, with people surrounding the sacred fire and chanting the honorable name of Hercules. This is the designated procedure for the competition.

After shouting the honorable name of Hercules, they were still shouting, shouting Claude Sai in unison.

This is not a prescribed procedure, it is people's spontaneous behavior.

…

On the third day of May, Manda placed his totem with thirty candles and exchanged letters with Sanjila.

Sanjila's letter first appeared on the altar, the content of which is as follows:

I miss you like a burning fire. The burning fire burns my body every day. Are you missing me too? I really want to hear your voice!

As usual, Athena had intercepted the letter beforehand.

"It's so sweet that it's so sweet," Athena threw the letter back. "If my brother could say the same thing to me, I would be more loyal to him, at least a little more."

Manda opened Sanjila's letter, and her brain was running rapidly every time she read a line.

Hidden in this letter is a very complex algorithm, created by Manda and Sanjila based on the cryptography of past lives.

The content of the deciphered letter is as follows: The God of Fire has handed over the temple to me. I have learned how to use it. I am waiting for your news.

Manda immediately wrote a reply:

My thoughts about you are engraved in my heart. If you are willing, I am willing to give my heart to you and let you look at it carefully.

Sanjila received the letter and deciphered it. The content is as follows:

Carve my deeds on the stone slab, don't be too quick, be careful.

Sangila took out a stone slab from under the altar and carved the first story with a carving knife. Near the Manda Crisp Stone Mountain, he released the remaining soul of Typhon, resurrected Typhon, and resurrected the god Pan.

After the deeds were engraved, Manda's temple began to tremble, and there seemed to be signs of promotion.

Did it go too fast? Why did this incident have such a big impact?

I almost forgot that this incident caused the change of the Lord of the Gods.

I shouldn't have carved it so fast, I was too anxious.

Sanjila quickly took out a stone and placed it on the altar.

The altar under the stone kept flickering until the temple slowly calmed down.