Give Me the Name of God

Aphrodite stood by the pond in her battle robe, looking at her reflection.

Sanjila admired from the side: "Goddess, you are so beautiful."

Aphrodite shook her head and said: "This is not real beauty, it is pretended beauty. When I led the Spartans to fight, that was the real beauty."

Sanjila shook her head: "That era was too far away, and there were many things I really didn't understand."

"What don't you understand?"

"Why did you give up the authority to fight?"

Aphrodite walked under the porch. In the spring breeze, her beautiful face made the nymphs almost lose their breath.

"Military uniforms are beautiful, but broken corpses are ugly. War to protect is beautiful, but war to conquer is ugly. I can't accept too many ugly things. Why should I choose with weapons when I can obviously hold my lover and enjoy the sweetness of love?" Fighting in flesh and blood with strangers?”

Sangela followed Hermes' orders and invited Aphrodite to Hermes' dinner.

Hermes' banquets are different from others. He does not like gatherings of gods. In most cases, he only entertains one guest. Today's guest is Aphrodite.

Seeing Aphrodite put on the long-lost military uniform, Hermes, who had always been cold and cold, showed a rare surprise.

The main purpose of this banquet was to ask Aphrodite for her opinion of the priest. He was one of the few gods who was willing to tell the truth to Hermes.

Aphrodite was very satisfied with the sacrifice of March. During the banquet, she was full of praise for Manda's performance.

"I will look for an opportunity to reward this little guy," Aphrodite shook the wine glass gently, "He made my believers become generals, and he hit the mark on the years I miss the most, his wisdom. Really similar to you."

"I am more serious than him," Hermes shook his head repeatedly, "How do you want to reward him and give him some beautiful girls?"

Aphrodite smiled and said: "He has no shortage of women. I know what he needs, although it may not seem that important."

…

Manda returned to the royal capital and was planning a sacrifice to the god of wine with Milo.

Milo kept insisting and refused to fall asleep in front of Manda.

He is really not interested in things like offering sacrifices. Apart from promotions and fulfilling contracts, even he himself rarely offers sacrifices to the God of Dionysus. God's favored ones are so willful.

As late at night approached, Milo couldn't hold on any longer. Manda had no choice but to let him go back to the bedroom and plan the arrangements for the sacrifice alone.

"Choose a day to do nothing but drink and revel. This was Dionysus's favorite activity."

A familiar voice appeared in her ears, Manda nodded, and then knelt down to salute.

Hermes has arrived, and Manda has long been aware of His aura, but has been pretending not to know.

"Well done, little one," Hermes praised. "The order of the sacrifices makes the gods very satisfied, and the performance of the gods also makes me very satisfied."

"I just did a little bit of my job under your command."

"You have done your duties, and you have also done your extra duties. You have exempted part of the taxes in exchange for their belief in gods. This is good, but don't go too far, don't empty your family's wealth.

Governing a country is not as easy as you think. After you become a god, I don't want to see the decline of Romulu. This is the source of Olympia's faith. "

Manda nodded and said: "I'm still exploring, and I will slowly find a better way."

"Silly boy, don't talk about taking your time. You can only stay in the mortal world for a few months. Have you received the oracle from Gaia recently? Has he told you about the soil of the first sequence?"

Manda sighed softly: "I was thinking of preparing a sacrifice for the Earth Goddess."

This is the truth. Manda really wants to arrange a sacrifice for Gaia. As for the implication of this sentence, Hermes must understand it. This obviously means that Manda has not obtained the soil of the first sequence.

Don't tell lies directly, as this can cover up many flaws.

"It's okay to prepare a sacrifice. After you become a god, I wonder how long mortals will be able to think of the Earth Goddess. You haven't encountered any trouble recently, have you?"

"There is no trouble. I did meet someone who is troublesome. I met my brother."

"Pan? Where is he?" Hermes' eyes lit up.

Strangely, Aphrodite has been tracking Pan's whereabouts. Why doesn't Hermes know?

It seems that Aphrodite does not want Pan to get in touch with Hermes. Pan is a prisoner exiled by Hermes. If the contact is too secret, it will leave something to say to the gods.

Manda didn't hide anything. From Pan's encounter with the Qinges in Drawing City to Pan going to Ice Rock City alone, Manda reported the situation to Hermes, but omitted the matters related to Odysseus. .

Odysseus had a way of evading the gaze of the gods. Manda did not mention his name, and Hermes did not notice.

What he was most worried about at the moment was Pan's safety.

"This idiot dares to go alone!" Hermes pinched his chin with a worried look on his face. If Pan could see this scene, he would probably be moved to tears.

"Father, if I can get your permission, I would like to go to Ice Rock City immediately to help my brother."

"You can't go!" Hermes shook his head repeatedly, "If you receive news about Pan, tell me immediately. The Chinges who have become gods are not something you can deal with."

…

After Hermes left, Manda also felt a little tired. He was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep, when he suddenly heard Aphrodite's sweet voice.

"The north of the city is a good place."

…

Milo stood in front of the temple and looked at the believers of Dionysus drunkenly.

Most of them are wine merchants and wine farmers, and there are also some drunkards who are addicted to alcohol.

Perhaps because he drank too much the night before, Milo completely forgot about the prayers and sacrifice process.

After a long and awkward look at each other, Milo burped loudly and shouted to everyone: "Drink, no money!"

The priests were stunned. Under Milo's command, they brought out all the jars of wine used for the sacrifice. Everyone started drinking, and the ceremony immediately entered its climax.

Dionysus stared at the mortal world in embarrassment and murmured to himself: "I can't keep this favored one..."

Hermes pointed to the fountain of faith behind him: "Count the pearls before speaking. Pious faith is not that complicated."

…

Longerson drank two cans of wine, and with the strength of the wine, he asked Manda: "Is the wine tax going to be exempted again?"

"You actually guessed it," Manda beamed with joy, "Just guess it, it will save me the trouble of writing the decree myself!"

"If this continues, the kingdom will be over! And our treasury will be almost empty."

"How long can the treasury last?"

"It won't last until May at most, or even less than May."

“Wait until May!”

Longesen became brave again and asked Manda: "Are you about to become a god?"

"Why do you ask about this?"

"Do you want to go crazy before becoming a god, and then let Romulu country fend for itself? Don't forget, even if you leave the mortal world, we must continue to protect this land and the people on this land!"

Manda looked at Longgesen and said: "The people on this land are also protecting you. You don't know farming or construction methods. You don't know anything except fighting. Without the efforts of the common people, you can't even eat. .”

"I acknowledge that we protect each other, but that does not mean that civilians can no longer fulfill their obligations and responsibilities."

"They have been fulfilling their obligations. When you are not at war, they have to pay taxes. When you are at war, they have to pay more taxes. They also have to send the strongest male in the family to follow you to fight. In peaceful years You can take a break, why can't you let them breathe a sigh of relief? Just a breath!"

When saying these words, Manda always smiled, but the sharp words made Longgesen feel ashamed.

"What else can we do? Are we going to stop collecting taxes from now on?"

"One year, just this year, let them live a relaxed life for a year." Manda moved his shoulders, took a deep breath and said, "It's time for me to relax too. Do you want to go to the Conqueror's Castle?"

Longerson tried his best to restrain his anger: "Don't you think the humiliation I received there was not too much?"

"That girl who loves to drink, I think she's pretty good. If you don't go, I'll take her tonight."

Longesen hesitated for a long time and said, "I'd better go with you. It's my mission to protect you."