The old witch said that there were some books in the count''s study that recorded the arrangement of the altar.

    Worm once said that all the books in the study grew in his mind.

    With worm, you don''t have to go to the study. He is a mobile library. As long as you find the right way to open it, you can access all books.

    It is natural to sacrifice Hermes in business. This is the right way to open the library.

    Put a flat table in the bedroom, spread a clean white cloth on the table, and put seven candles. Two candles symbolize a hat with wings, one candle symbolizes a money bag, and four candles symbolize a pair of winged flying boots. The overall shape of the seven candles should be consistent with Hermes''s double snake stick, Worm skillfully set out a seemingly simple but complex altar.

    The sacrifice is a glass of wine and a piece of cooked beef. Cooked food must be used to sacrifice Hermes, and the sacrifice must be incinerated.

    While worm prayed, Manda carefully observed the layout of the altar. There were strict requirements for the spacing and angle of each candle. There must be deviation by visual memory alone.

    The candle oil flowed on the tablecloth. Manda''s eyes lit up. This white cloth is the magic weapon to copy the altar. We have to find a chance to steal it.

    When the sacrifice was over, worm immediately took away the altar. The first guest is still waiting in the hall. He has been impatient for a long time, but the attractive aroma of wine makes him unable to move.

    Manda brought two empty wine barrels, covered with a wooden board. This is the wine table.

    Then move an empty wine bucket to serve as a stool for the guests.

    He poured a glass of wine for fifteen copper coins.

    "Fifteen copper coins?" the animal dealer almost didn''t jump up. "That''s enough for me to drink three glasses of wine in the nightdream tavern in town."

    "Really?" Manda sneered. "Nightdream tavern, what a nice name. Go there and drink."

    He was ready to accept the cup. Although the first order was very rare, Manda didn''t want to reduce her price, let alone force the guests.

    "Wait a minute!" as the smell faded away, the animal dealer was really reluctant. He gritted his teeth, counted fifteen copper coins, put them on the table, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

    He drank six cups in a row until he emptied the copper coins in his purse, and then reluctantly put down his glass.

    Break a silver coin? He really can''t bear it.

    "I''ll come back when I finish my business." licked the last drop of wine on my lips. The animal dealer turned back step by step to the door. Manda shouted, "have another drink, please!"

    The animal dealer ran back to the wine table, wiped his saliva and watched Manda pour him a full glass.

    "You are such a generous child!" the animal dealer took a sip and carefully afterthought the aroma of wine hovering between his mouth and nose.

    "What''s your name and where are you from?" asked Manda.

    "Lemon Town, a small place outside the drawnwork City, you must have never heard of it."

    "Why not do business in the drawing city? The market there is much bigger."

    "The drawing city can''t do business. The Marquis of NARS is preparing to fight the Marquis of munchke. All the animals have been taken away by the Marquis without giving a penny. I''ve worked hard to bring these horses out. I just hope to sell them at a good price. All the people of the family live on this money."

    Marquis NARS is going to war again. This is important news. It depends on the count''s decision whether to let go of the past or rob the fire.

    After drinking this glass of wine, the animal dealer looked at Manda with expectation and determined that Manda had no intention of buying him another drink. Then he picked up his dirty hat and whip and walked out of the tavern.

    Manda went to the door and saw five horses tied to the door and two slaves driving horses.

    "How much are these horses?"

    The dealer pointed to a group of tall horses with a whip and said, "this is the Damascus of Narcissus City, fifty silver coins."

    Manda looked at it with a cockfighting eye. The horse was worth 43 silver coins. After walking so far, it was right to increase the price appropriately.

    "Those two are farm horses I raised myself. One is only sixteen silver coins, and the other is a dwarf horse raised by a running werewolf. Although it is small, it has great strength, doesn''t eat much, and is not picky about food, it wants twenty-one silver coins."

    This is a fairly honest businessman, and the price increases are within a reasonable range, but he did not introduce the last horse. It was a bony sick horse, with several pieces of hair falling off like alopecia areata, and several pieces of skin tinea sticky with blood and flesh.

    Manda stared at the thin horse for a moment, and two gold coins appeared in front of her.

    "How much does this horse cost?"

    "This horse..." the dealer sniffed. He was looking for appropriate words. "This horse is also a good horse. It may be a little sick, but it is definitely a good horse..."

    "Just ask you how much?"

    "Well, how can you say that, son? Can you decide such things? I don''t want to be misunderstood by your family. You''re just a child. I don''t want to lie to you... It''s really a good horse. It''s just sick. If you''re willing to buy that horse, I''ll give it to you."

    "I don''t want a horse, just this one."

    The dealer didn''t want to deceive Manda, but he had a rare opportunity to sell the horse. After thinking over and over again, he offered the price: "three silver coins, it belongs to you. You can make it into bacon. All pubs sell bacon, don''t you? This horse has at least 200 pounds of good meat."

    "Deal!" Manda did not make a counter-offer, took out three silver coins and stuffed them into the hands of the dealer. He was also worried that he would be punished by Hermes.

    Hermes seems very busy. It''s not difficult for Manda this time. Before leaving, the dealer asked: "don''t keep it too long. I don''t know how long this guy can live..."

    Manda took the lean horse into the barn, put a bundle of forage into the trough, and recited the familiar text of middle school: "there is bole, and then there is Qianlima. Qianlima often exists, but Bole doesn''t often exist..."

    If you keep this horse well, it will certainly sell at a good price.

    Today, only this business was done. At dusk, after sleeping all day, worm got up from bed, ate two mouthfuls of bread and wanted to make wine in the warehouse.

    Wine making is a great enjoyment for him, even more than eating books. Unfortunately, he doesn''t have a chance to enjoy it tonight.

    "I have got important news that Marquis NARS is going to war with Marquis munchke. You should report the news to the count as soon as possible."

    The count looked at the door of the warehouse and at Manda: "I allow you to go to the valley to deliver messages for me."

    "What''s the use of your permission? You can only deliver the message. This is the order of the count. Without the permission of the count, I can''t step into the valley, otherwise he will screw my head off!"

    This is the count''s defense against Manda. He firmly believes that worm will not rebel, and Manda has no chance to introduce the enemy into the valley even if she rebelled.

    "Do you think I don''t want to screw off your head?" worm showed two pincers, and Manda stepped back. "Don''t be impulsive, Dad."

    Worm put on his long shirt and left a piece of insect silk on the door of the warehouse: "don''t go here. If I find that the insect silk is broken, I''ll tear you to pieces."

    He shrugged his shoulders, showed his wings and jumped into the sky. Watching his figure disappear into the night, Manda slipped into worm''s bedroom and found the tablecloth on the altar under the bed.

    According to the wax marks on the tablecloth, Manda restored Hermes''s altar in his room. He took out twenty silver coins and sprinkled them with mercury, snake tooth grass, sand butterfly silk and soil Mangan. A thick smoke flew up, and the room was covered with a layer of frost. Manda made a cockfight eye and saw the figure of a man slowly emerge in the thick smoke.

    Long face, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, two swollen bags on the forehead and a goat beard on the chin. Manda blinked and said, "have we met somewhere?"

    The man smiled and said, "we''ve done business. Have you forgotten?"