Give Me the Name of God

Chapter 29 - Bloodthirsty Statue



   Manda stared at the young man and smiled. A pig is a pig and never dared to look into the tiger’s eyes. The young man dared not look at Manda again, but spit at the little boy.

   “Dirty beggar, who wants to eat your food!” The young man sat back in the corner and kicked the boy again while Manda was not paying attention.

   The little boy sobbed aggrievedly, Manda turned and smiled at the little boy, and then stuffed the bread into his mouth.

   From dinner to now, Manda has not eaten anything. This small piece of bread has restored Manda a lot of energy.

   The young man was still cursing, he wanted to kick the boy again, but found Manda’s cold expression, and put his foot back in a jealousy.

   He didn’t understand why he was afraid of this guy. Manda was much shorter and thinner than him. As usual, he could be subdued with two punches, but this time he didn’t have the courage to take another look.

   “He is annoying, but he is not guilty of death.” A faint, almost recognizable voice rang in his ears. If it weren’t for Manda’s special hearing, he would not be able to hear anyone talking.

Manda turned his face and saw a sloppy middle-aged uncle with big eyes and dark skin. The beard began to grow from under the cheekbones and covered the entire cheeks. It was connected with the hair. The hair spread unscrupulously. Connected with the eyebrows.

   This is a hairy man!

   There is an obvious benefit of having such thick hair. He can cover his expression perfectly. Even his lips are covered by a beard, so that he can’t see his mouth open when he speaks.

   “We have unique abilities, shouldn’t be used to deal with blind ducks, and there are even greater troubles waiting for us.”

   Blind Duck, the name given to ordinary people by the believers of the ancient gods, it turns out that this uncle is a fellow man.

   Uncle Beard looked at the carriage covered by the curtain, and said, “Did you smell it, it smells bloody.”

   Manda nodded. He did smell the blood, but did not make a sound. The voice of the twelve-year-old boy was easily noticed.

   Manda turned his face, looked at the boy and said, “Why did you come here?”

   “Be a part-time job for the Viscount!” The boy blinked his eyes and said, “The Viscount said that he needs a part-time job, giving bread and paying back wages. The Viscount is very generous and has given us two silver coins.”

   Two silver coins! This sentence hit Manda’s heart.

   This child is only about five years old. His mother is a thin woman. No one will hire them as workers.

   They were deceived and sold themselves for two silver coins.

The annoying young man spoke again: “You are just slaves. I am not the same as you. I told the adult cavalry. I know how to write. He gave three silver coins and I will become a clerk. Do things by your side, and use the whip he rewarded me to teach you **** slaves!”

   Manda ignored the boy’s stupid words. Although he lived in the Jurassic period without the concept of emotion in his previous life, he never thought that human life could be so humble.

   “It’s all for life, and I’m also fooled,” Uncle Sloppy is still speaking in a way that ordinary people can’t detect, “Why are you caught?”

   “I also want to live.” Manda said perfunctorily, stretched out her index finger and made cross-eyed eyes.

   The judgment of supernatural power is accurate. Two silver coins appeared on everyone’s face, which is cheaper than a pig. The people in this wooden cart are only worth so much.

   “Don’t use supernatural powers,” the uncle reminded, looking at the cavalry outside, “Dungeon hunter Ziegsay, a Tier 3 believer in Gaia, he can ask about the taste of you.”

  A believer in Earth Mother Gaia? The personality is very high, it feels higher than Zeus, and it is still a third-tier. How many levels does a believer of this ancient **** need to reach the full-tier?

   Manda withdrew his cross-eyed eyes, and said inwardly: I am afraid he has discovered it a long time ago, not just me, but also you.

   The scenery in the red leaf forest is beautiful. The remaining maple leaves fall from the branches from time to time and hover in the wind. The scene is even more charming than oil painting.

   If it’s a walk in the woods, the sight is impeccably beautiful, but sitting in a wooden cage now reminds Manda of the pigs that were taken to the slaughterhouse in a truck.

   Looking at the degree of the sun’s deflection, the carriage walked in the forest for almost two hours, and finally arrived at the Viscount’s camp.

In this era, infantry and cavalry represent the two classes in the army. Infantry is a soldier, and cavalry is an officer. A cavalry is accompanied by at least two infantry in combat, plus two to three attendants, it is like a combat team. The team leader.

  Although Ziegser was wearing a cavalry uniform, it was only a disguise of his identity. He was a bounty hunter invited by the Viscount to protect his son and provide necessary help for the war.

   As soon as he returned to the camp, Torres, the son of Viscount Solrance, greeted him personally.

   “Is everything going well?”

   “The **** is real, but there are not enough people. At least two people a day.”

   “Why don’t you bring some back, there are many refugees who are starving to death.”

   “They are not that easy to deceive, but two of these people are special, and their blood is comparable to four ordinary people.”

   Torres invited Zieg into the main general’s tent. After leaving the others away, Torres asked, “Which two are special?”

Ziegsei took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his forehead: “That brawny man with a hairy face, he is the seed of Titan, he sent him to the door, and there is a child. I can’t smell his blood. , Caught him near the forest.”

   Torres was startled: “Could it be the spies sent by the valley?”

   Ziegsah nodded and said, “It is possible that he was hiding in the bushes at the time, and he seemed to be lurking for a while.”

   Torres said: “Maybe he can get some news about the valley from his mouth.”

   “It’s a good idea,” Ziggsell took off his helmet, took a sip of wine, and pursed his lips. “I suggest that you better send him to the Viscount Lord, or interrogate him in another place.”

   Torres frowned: “Why can’t you interrogate in the barracks?”

   Ziegsah smiled and said: “This is your barracks. Of course you can interrogate here, but I beg you to wait until tomorrow and start when I leave the camp.”

   “What are you worried about?” Torres narrowed his eyes, and a Tier 3 powerhouse seemed nothing to fear in this remote place.

Ziegsser cut the bread into small pieces, soaked in the thick soup, took a big sip, wiped his mouth and said: “Frankly speaking, I don’t think Master Viscount really wants to fight this battle. If he just wants to pretend For Master Marquis, it’s best not to really provoke the madmen in the Grim Haze Valley, at least I don’t want to get in trouble.”

   Torres Tiguesé’s attitude was very dissatisfied: “Since you don’t want to cause trouble, why did you bring that kid back?”

   “He wanders around the camp, he may threaten your safety. It is my duty to protect you, but what happens after this has nothing to do with me.”

   Torres bit his lip, and Ziegsel was right. Viscount Solrance didn’t want to attack the Valley of Resentment. The valley was within his territory ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Once the war failed, he knew how serious the consequences would be.

   But he didn’t dare to disobey the orders of the Marquis. He formed an army, bought powerful fetishes, and hired the famous strong dungeon hunter Ziegsay.

   The purpose of doing this is to show the marquis his heart, so that when the war really starts, he can act on his own. If the Marquis can really conquer the valley of grievances, of course he is willing to beat the falling water dog with the Marquis. If the Marquis is defeated, he has at least one army to guarantee the arrangement of the Marquis and he also has the bargaining chip to mediate with the Earl.

   “Wait another two days, wait until my father comes,” Torres forced a smile, “Can we start today’s ritual?”

   “Of course,” Ziegssel nodded, “I have told the priest the process, and he knows what to do.”

  ……

   The priest prepared everything. After the rain stopped, the two waiters lifted the curtain on the idol, and the pungent smell of blood pounced on their faces.

   It was a tall white stone statue of a goddess. She was standing on the altar, wearing a short robe, holding a short bow in her right hand, and preparing to take out a feather arrow from the quiver in her left hand, looking like a hunter.

   Manda is not sensitive to the image of gods, after all, he only learned the words on the gods.

   But Uncle Beard recognized it at a glance, “This is the idol of Artemis, the goddess of vengeance. There is blood in the idol.”

   Manda lowered his voice as much as possible: “Is it the blood of the goddess of hunting?”

   “No, it’s the blood of the nymph. The nymph is the maid of the gods. A nymph of the hunting goddess is sealed in this idol. The priest wants to wake her up.”

   “What do you use to wake up?”

   “It should be human blood,” Uncle Beard gradually raised his eyebrows, “I have a foreboding, it is human blood.”

  


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