Give Me the Name of God

Manda drove a carriage to Blackwater City in the west alone.

It's not because he can't trust his subordinates, but because he can't trust the current situation. According to Stanley's description, there are barbecue gatherings all over the country. Although Blackwater City is a remote border city, the situation is probably not very optimistic.

Although his subordinates all have ways to cover up their aura, as the old goat once said, the aura is the key to the believers of the ancient gods, and no method of concealment is perfect.

Pluto relies on herbal medicine, Leo relies on powder, Ogg relies on powerful body odor... As long as they take a hot bath, these people will basically be exposed.

Zigese's method is more clever, using the smell of earth to cover up the scent of the earth goddess. It is indeed effective in the wild, but in the city, once you encounter the God's Punishment Warrior with a sensitive nose, you will be exposed if you are not careful.

Only Milo's concealment method is safer. A drunkard should smell of alcohol, and his alcohol smell is extremely offensive. Anyone who tries to spy on his strength will be harmed. But Milo is not Manda's subordinate. He is the gatekeeper hired by Manda, and it is impossible for him to follow Manda everywhere.

Compared with others, Manda's wing-covering brooch is undoubtedly the strongest hiding method. Since possessing the brooch, no one can see Manda's natal god and class except the true god Old Goat and the seventh-level Zeus believer. This is enough to prove that the Winged Brooch is a very high-status divine object and cannot be worth only a dozen gold coins. It is not so much a purchase, but rather a generous help from the old goat.

"Why does he want to help me? Because I am the one favored by the gods? It seems that this is the only reasonable explanation. According to the records in the genealogy, God Pan is the son of Hermes. The son helps his father protect the favored ones. He is a It’s a reasonable and reasonable thing, but why are you so secretive about your promotion? Why don’t you tell me directly how to reach the fourth level?”

Walking and talking to himself all the way, it was a ten-day journey from Qixing Mountain to Heishui City. During the day, he traveled and slept in the carriage at night. During this long and boring journey, Manda could think about many questions.

For example, regarding the issue of leveling up, are you really in such a rush to level up to level 4? According to the normal development speed, there is really no need to worry. I have not even mastered the third-level skills. I have only stolen skills twice so far. Zeus's discharge skills are not of much use yet.

But he still carries the artifact of Zeus on his body, and this pressure determines that Manda cannot grow at the normal growth rate.

If you want to give this artifact away, you must find someone with sufficient strength. Such a person is difficult to find, and it is also difficult to negotiate with someone if you find him. What qualifications do you, a third-level person, have to negotiate with a strong person of level 6 or above?

Two years later, after reaching at least the fifth level, he would have the capital to talk to powerful people. This was also an important reason why Manda was eager to go to Blackwater City. He had to find out more.

The mane of the flaming horse is in the hands of the lord of Blackwater City. There is a big gap between the local lord and the bandit leader. If you want to get the mane, you have to find a way to talk. Otherwise, even if you give him a mountain of gold, he will not be able to get it. May not be willing to look at you.

This walk was very boring. There was no pedestrian on the road. No one wanted to take risks near Qixing Mountain in the first month of the new year. At dusk on the eighth day, Manda finally met two pedestrians. They were standing on the road. Center, waving to Manda for help.

"Friend, we need your help," a man shouted, "We are merchants selling clay pots. Our horse broke its leg in the snow. Can you please give us a ride?" "

Manda stopped the carriage and looked at the two businessmen. They were both around forty years old, wearing coarse linen and linen clothes, and dressed like typical civilians. Parked not far away was their carriage, which was filled with clay pots, at least a third of which had been smashed.

An old horse was lying in the snow. It looked badly injured and might not survive long.

There is nothing wrong with their appearance, nothing wrong with their behavior, and nothing wrong with their current situation. The only problem is their livelihood.

Selling clay pots? I'm afraid it's not that simple.

"Where are you from? Where are you going to sell these pots?"

"We came from Stone Point Town to sell these pots to Blackwater City."

"Have you passed Qixing Mountain?"

"Yes, just to avoid the robbers there, we drove the carriage as hard as we could, but the old horse couldn't hold on anymore."

Clay pots were one of the most common things in this era. They were both containers and kitchen utensils. There were very ordinary clay pots on the carriage, and the price of each pot was between three and five copper coins.

The clay pots are very heavy and very cheap. They have more than a hundred clay pots, and they can sell them for six or seven silver coins at most. After deducting the cost, the profit is about three silver coins. After deducting the food and drink expenses for two people and one horse, the rest is How much profit is there? A little more than a silver coin?

So the question is, would anyone go to Qixing Mountain to gamble their lives for a profit of one silver coin?

It seems that these clay pots are not as simple as imagined. Manda smiled at the two of them and said: "Two friends, I am willing to help you, but you have also seen that my carriage is not big, and it also contains fodder and food. I am afraid there is no room to put your clay pots."

The two looked at each other for a moment, then turned to Manda and said, "Most of the pots were broken. We only need to bring a few complete pots with us, not too many."

There were still seventy or eighty complete pottery pots, but the two men only brought six pottery pots onto the carriage. Manda glanced at them with his first-level skill, and there was a mystery in each pottery pot.

Judging from the value, four pottery pots contained gold, and the remaining two pottery pots contained something more precious than gold. These people are really sincere, and they don't even mention using a few more clay pots as cover.

Carrying so many valuables to Blackwater City proved that these two people had considerable strength. Mandada added an extra layer of strength to observe their figures, and quickly found traces of the sacred blood stone.

They were really well hidden. Both of them were at the third level, but they didn't even have any aura on them. Thanks to Manda's first-level skills, which were too special, he used their values ​​to determine their identities.

Traveling with two third-level believers is a bit risky, but the benefits after taking the risk are also considerable. Following these two people into the city, Manda will have the opportunity to meet a big shot, and a big shot related to the believers of the ancient god. With the help of With the help of this adult, Manda may be able to find an opportunity to establish contact with the lord.

After nightfall, Manda didn't want to continue on the road, and the two of them didn't force it. They pitched a tent on the roadside, picked up some dead branches and made a fire, ate some dry bread and prepared to sleep. They placed six clay pots on the carriage, and they seemed to have no defense against Manda.

Manda took two cans of wine and a few pieces of bacon to the tent of the two of them, hoping to take this opportunity to get more information from the two of them.

But what they didn't expect was that the two of them refused to drink.

One person held his stomach and said: "I had a strange disease when I was a child. My stomach hurts whenever I drink alcohol. Especially in winter, it hurts like hell!"

"I can't drink either," another person waved his hand. "When I drink, I will be out of breath."

Neither of them drank, and Manda's heart suddenly rose to her throat.

There is an important piece of information that Manda has always ignored. They have third-level divine blood stones in their bodies, but they may not be believers of the ancient gods.