"Sorense''s son is dead and the dungeon Hunter zigsey is missing."

    The 51 year old Marquis of NARTH put down the war report and sat in a chair in the castle hall, deep in thought.

    Prantou, the minister, came quietly to the Marquis and whispered, "bishop bucken wants to see you."

    "Bucken? I''ve heard of him," nodded nals. "It is said that he is highly valued by the Pope and will soon be promoted to archbishop."

    "Are you going to meet him here or outside the castle?"

    "Welcome?" nals smiled and shook his head. "I''m not going to meet him. I''m not even going to see him. Tell him I''m going to patrol the territory, invite them to lunch, and then send them away."

    Prantou felt that the Marquis''s idea was too casual: "Sir, viscount Sorens will no longer fight for us. If you can get the help of the divine Punisher..."

    NARS turned his head and looked at prantou. The minister had followed him for 30 years, but what he said today made him very disappointed.

    "Do you think if the divine Punisher intervenes, what can be left in the haze Valley? What can I get?"

    Prato pursed his lips and lowered his head.

    Neither close nor hostile. Nals''s attitude towards those who are punished by God is always the same.

    He poured a glass of red wine and said, "be polite, be polite, and entertain them with the best food."

    Just as prantou was about to leave, the Marquis stopped him again: "prepare 3000 gold coins, 1000 for Sorens, and 2000 to the haze valley."

    "Do you still want to..."

    "Of course I think, the count is my good friend, and there will be many opportunities to cooperate in the future. We just have a little misunderstanding, which will eventually be resolved, provided that I have the sincerity to apologize."

    ……

    In the cave, Manda is learning sacrifice with the old witch.

    "Just take out twenty silver coins, add mercury, plus snake tooth grass, sand butterfly silk and Tu mangen, can you summon the woman with heavy makeup?"

    "Heavy makeup and gorgeous makeup are really appropriate. She was a witch before she died."

    "Before she died? You mean she''s dead."

    "Yes, everyone will be sentimentally attached and unwilling before they die. Many people will have the obsession of life. They refuse to cross the Styx River and continue to wander in the world. Some ghosts can even find a job, especially the believers of ancient gods. As long as they reach a certain level, they can still become the servants of gods after they die."

    Manda seemed to understand the meaning of the old witch: "that woman is the servant of the wizard and witch God kalke. You bought a prescription to change the smell from her with twenty silver coins."

    Portia nodded and said, "it''s almost right, but the prescription doesn''t belong to the witch. It belongs to the gods. It''s a reward given by kalke to me."

    Manda glanced: "the reward is not free."

    Portia said with a smile, "the gods also spend money. He wants to give the believers sacred objects and pay rewards to the servants. The gods are generous enough to buy such precious prescriptions with twenty silver coins."

    Twenty silver coins are really not expensive. Manda calculated that he has six gold coins. He can buy thirty prescriptions, ten highly toxic prescriptions to harm people, ten detoxification prescriptions to protect life, ten prescriptions to cure diseases to make money, and then take the money to buy prescriptions

    Kalke was really a generous goddess. It was a complete industrial chain. Manda counted out twenty silver coins and just wanted to put them on the altar, but she was stopped by the old witch.

    "You can''t sacrifice here. This is the altar of kalke. You can only sacrifice to your own God and call his servants."

    "Er... That is to say, I can''t summon that flirtatious woman?"

    "She is a servant of kalke. Are you a believer of kalke?" the old witch smiled strangely.

    "Can I still buy a prescription?"

    "It''s hard. What you can buy depends on who your God is," said the old witch, holding a crutch as if searching for a memory, "Let me think, if it''s Athena, you can buy all the books in the world. If it''s Apollo, you can buy all the herbs. If it''s Aphrodite, you can buy all kinds of exquisite jewelry, rouge and clothes. If it''s..."

    "What if it was Hermes?"

    "Hermes..." the old witch thought for a long time and gave a strange answer, "all!"

    "All? What does that mean?"

    "It means everything you want. Hermes is the patron saint of merchants or the messenger of gods. There is nothing in the world that he can''t buy, but the price won''t be too fair."

    Manda seemed to make complaints about the God''s life: "nonsense, I am more reasonable than anyone!"

    He was about to ask about the way to sacrifice to Hermes when he heard the voice of the lion girl outside the door: "old witch, give me back your careful liver. He has been with you long enough."

    "I don''t want to waste so much food and herbs on him. Let him pack up and get out of here. You wait for him below. There are too many flies here."

    A fly flew out, and Sphinx quickly hid outside the cave. Don''t invade the old witch''s territory. It''s the rule for them to get along with each other.

    The old witch took Manda to the depths of the cave and took out the medicine to change the smell and the spell of the sacrifice ceremony.

    "As long as you get to the first level, every believer can sacrifice to his own God. The method of sacrifice is the same. The difference lies in the layout of the altar. Each God has his own unique altar. Don''t make a mistake. Go to the count''s study and be patient. You can find it. Remember, the usual sacrifice can be optional, but the first sacrifice is very important. Now memorize the prescription Come on, hurry up. "

    It''s a complex ancient Aramaic language. Manda only learned a little from Kunta.

    After reading it hard, Manda said with a flattering smile, "can I take this parchment out? Give me two days, I''m sure I can recite it."

    "You can''t take anything that doesn''t belong to you from the cave, or I''ll leave you here forever. Maybe it''s your man or your body!" Portia became very ferocious. Manda didn''t dare to say more. After reading it several times, she barely wrote down the spell.

    Sphinx was still urging outside the cave, and Portia had packed Manda''s bags.

    "Go away, stupid boy. If you want to live longer, don''t mention me in front of anyone, let alone what I taught you."

    Manda nodded. As soon as she reached the cave, the old witch told her, "never try to escape without the permission of the count unless you have the strength to defeat him."

    With that, the old witch threw out her walking stick and sent Manda to the foot of the mountain.

    Seeing that Manda''s cheeks were mellow, the lioness couldn''t help but pinch her: "sweetheart, you''re getting fat. It seems that Portia is very kind to you."

    Manda didn''t say anything. The lioness waved her wings and was about to pick him up, but she heard Manda say, "can you let me lie on your back, just once!"

    The lioness frowned and said, "why?"

    "Because I think I''m brave. I deserve your reward."

    Manda really couldn''t find a better reason. Unexpectedly, the lioness really lay down in front of him.

    "Come on, don''t touch it."

    Manda climbed up Sphinx''s back and rubbed her cheek against the hair on her back.

    Sphinx felt a little itchy. She smiled and flew with Manda. When she left the ground, Manda immediately took out the parchment in her backpack and quickly wrote down the prescription with a quill pen dipped in ink.

    You must write it down, or you''ll forget it all later.

    Write in Chinese. The count can''t find that some easy to remember contents only remember the general idea, and those difficult to remember should be written down in Chinese.

    Sphinx and Manda circled in the valley and flew into the gate of the castle. Manda quickly put away his paper and pen and followed Sphinx to the count''s room.

    The familiar sound of the harp came from the room.

    Count, I''m really awake.