A day? What can you do in a day? In Manda''s impression, Kunta cracked the ciphertext of a stone statue for at least ten days.

    The count is still old. He knows that Kunta''s cracking efficiency is not high, so he took precautions in advance.

    Kunta was very happy to see Manda. He wanted to have a drink with Manda first, and then chat all night. It''s best to chat in a quilt.

    But Manda stuffed a loaf of bread and a piece of bacon into his mouth and took him back to his room.

    "It''s too late, brother. I want you to translate a ciphertext for me." Manda took out the ciphertext of Hestia, the kitchen god.

    Kunta stared at the ciphertext for a while, looked up and asked, "is this copied from the stone statue?"

    Manda nodded.

    Kunta was surprised and said, "this is different from the previous ciphertext. You found a different stone statue. Congratulations."

    "Congratulations on what?"

    "Congratulations on your great work."

    "I don''t want that!" said Manda. "How long does it take to crack such a ciphertext?"

    Manda stared at the ciphertext for a while, frowned and said, "at least a month."

    "How is this possible?" Manda thought Kunta was lying to him. "When you knew nothing about the ciphertext, it took you half a month to crack it. Now you have learned the method. Why take a month?"

    "No, the ciphertext is more complex. It is mainly tiri and Heger, interspersed with Aramaic and chenrose. Other languages are easy to speak, but tiri is too difficult. I only know a few words." Kunta took some notes on the paper and marked all the words he knew.

    "What has not been marked is tiri. We have cracked the meaning of all words and adjusted the word order. The method is to put the last word after the third word, and then put the third word at the front of the sentence, and then put the last word after the third word. Repeat it eleven times like this to check whether the sentence is smooth. If the sentence is still smooth If you are confused, repeat it several times. If it is useless to repeat it many times, try to replace the third word with the fourth word... "

    Listening to Kunta''s introduction, Manda''s brain began to twitch and had to admire the little guy''s perseverance. He actually completed such a cumbersome and complex work.

    After marking, Kunta suddenly whispered, "is this your God?"

    Uh... Manda ignores a problem. Kunta has been helping without asking any reason.

    Manda didn''t know how to answer Kunta. It would be unkind to continue to hide, but if she told Kunta the truth, she was afraid that he could not withstand the torture of the count.

    "In fact, you don''t have to tell me. I''m also worried that I can''t help telling the count. As long as I know you''re still on the road of the life God, I''m very happy."

    Manda didn''t answer, and Kunta didn''t ask any more. He wanted to help Manda make some marks, but Manda changed another parchment.

    "Don''t waste time on that piece of paper. This... Is the key." Manda took out Hermes''s ciphertext. Kunta was stunned and showed a surprised smile. He didn''t ask any more questions and helped Manda translate the words he knew first.

    Hermes''s ciphertext has a total of 341 words, of which 232 words are from ancient tiri, and Kunta knows only three of the 232 ancient tiri words.

    This means that Kunta can''t understand the content of the ciphertext. He tries to adjust the word order, but without knowing the meaning of the word, such adjustment is obviously futile.

    "Forget it, leave the rest to me." Manda poured Kunta a glass of wine. Kunta began to be busy from dusk to late at night.

    Kunta bit the bacon, drank a mouthful of wine and said, "worm''s craft is still so good, and the business of the tavern must be very good."

    Manda said, "business was good originally. There are fewer guests these two days."

    "I really envy your life," Kunta sighed. "When I was a child, my family also sold wine. There was no pub. I only sold the cherry wine made by my mother. My mother''s cherry wine was very delicious, but if it could not be sold out today, it would break down the next day. I often lay down next to my mother and looked forward to the guests coming to the door..."

    While talking, Kunta had drunk a large glass, and Manda poured him another. Kunta took a deep breath: "if I could have my own wine can, my mother would be proud of me."

    Manda smiled, "there must be."

    Kunta sighed, "I don''t know which day to wait."

    "I won''t wait long. I promise your tavern is bigger than this one."

    Kunta blinked and said, "I''ll make wine and you''ll pickle the bacon, okay?"

    "You''ll have to marinate the bacon," Manda smiled. "I have to greet the guests."

    The two men laughed for a long time, which made worm''s heart hair. He had been guarding Toka and his mother in the guest room for fear that Manda would report to Kunta.

    Somehow, Kunta will soften Manda''s heart.

    And whatever Manda said, Kunta would believe it foolishly.

    After three drinks, Kunta fell asleep. Manda carefully left the room, turned down the first floor and came to Ogg''s room.

    Ogg slept heavily. Manda called several times, but it was useless. He had to burn his beard with a candle.

    Ogg was very angry. He cherished his beard, but he didn''t dare to lose his temper in front of Manda. After all, he owed Manda too much.

    "There''s something I need your help. Have you seen a businessman?"

    "What kind of businessmen? Small traders have seen many, but they have not seen those very rich big businessmen."

    "It''s not a big merchant or a small merchant. It''s a merchant who sells sacred objects and herbs."

    Ogg turned his eyes, shrugged his eyebrows and said, "you mean a black market businessman?"

    Manda said with a smile, "boy, you have a lot of experience."

    As a wild believer of ancient gods, Ogg is no stranger to the black market and is also familiar with the words and deeds of black market businessmen.

    The next morning, as soon as Kunta woke up, she saw Manda bring a beard into the room.

    Kunta hurried into the quilt. He was very afraid of strangers.

    But bearded was very calm. He was not frightened by Kunta''s appearance. He didn''t even feel surprised: "come out, friend, I''ve seen a lot of people. You''re not so special."

    "This is Mr. Oleg," Manda perfunctorily made up a name. "He has what we want."

    Kunta carefully drilled out of the quilt and saw Oleg take out the stone statues of Hestia, the kitchen god, and Hephaestus, the God of fire.

    Kunta picked up the two stone statues, looked at them respectively, and then gave Manda a wink.

    Manda turned to Ogg and said, "can we discuss it alone?"

    Ogg put away the statue impatiently: "how many times do you have to discuss? If I can''t do business this time, I''ll sell it to others."

    Seeing Oleg go out of the room, Kunta whispered, "these two stone statues are real. You can see them by looking at the stones, and the exquisite construction method is too rare. I''ve seen the secret text of Hestia, the one you gave me yesterday. I haven''t seen the secret text of hestus."

    "I wish it were true. Tell the count the news. Whether you buy it or not depends on his mind."

    Kunta said, "we have got the Hestia ciphertext, so we don''t have to buy the stone statue. 300 gold coins are too expensive."

    Manda pinched Kunta''s face and whispered, "are you going to save money for the count? That will arouse a lot of doubt and expose a lot of secrets. Do you want the count to know our secrets?"

    Kunta shook her head. "We can''t tell anyone our secret."

    Manda smiled, "we can only tell the count the truth. We saw two stone statues. These two stone statues are true. Don''t say anything else, okay?"