Manda asked, "there''s a question I don''t understand. Since you want a chisel, why did you give it to guatel?"


    Hephaestus replied, "because I want a chisel, but I don''t want others to know that I got a chisel, just as you don''t want others to know your secret. You are a believer of Hermes. The rules of trading, you know, this matter can''t be known to anyone."


    Hephaestus took the gold chisel, and guatel was distressed for a long time.


    But after being distressed, he felt lucky: "I thought he would take away the ruler together. As long as a chisel, we made a profit."


    At the end of April, in the first half of the month, Dionysus harvested a lot of faith, and in the second half of the month, Dionysus harvested a lot of hatred.


    Especially the people in Wangdu, they will not mention Dionysus for a long time.


    But in addition to Wang Du, the rumors of April have become their talk.


    "Have you heard that the women of the king''s capital are crazy, and the women of the whole city are crazy. They go crazy everywhere with the priests of the God of wine!"


    "Nonsense, that''s not the priest of the God of wine, that''s the God of wine. The God of wine has come to the earth!"


    "Why does Dionysus take women crazy?"


    "If you''re really ignorant, is that crazy? That''s the rule of the God of wine. On the day of sacrifice, men have to hide. Even if women come out to eat people, men can''t help them."


    "Really eat people?"


    "After eating, the ministers in the palace were eaten several times, not to mention the civilians."


    "I heard that the wise angel who was punished by God couldn''t see it. He almost killed the God of wine!"


    "Angels beat Dionysus?"


    "It took no effort to fight, but he couldn''t beat the crazy king. The crazy King beat the wise angel into meat and mud."


    "The wise angel is dead?"


    "Can''t die. The wise angel is God, but the crazy king is unharmed!"


    "God can''t beat the crazy king?"


    "No one can beat the crazy king. How can the crazy King say..."


    The farmer picked up the pitcher and took a gulp. He was about to stop talking.


    Manda sat beside him and said, "I think mad king is a good man! At least he is good to us."


    Another farmer nodded: "he is really good to us. I hang his statue at the door all the time and pray to him every day."


    Manda said, "but I don''t think your statue is very similar to the mad king. First of all, he doesn''t have so long side fangs and six hands."


    The farmer asked, "where are you from? Have you seen the king?"


    Manda patted her chest: "of course I have!"


    A farmer nearby said with a smile, "he claimed to be a salesman from the king''s capital and said he had spoken to the king."


    The farmers laughed as like as two peas. The Manda rose red and said, "I am not a big boast. I am familiar with the king. I have his idol, forty bronze coins, exactly like the mad king. If you buy two, I will send you one, but you had better not hang it at the door, especially if the rope is tied to the neck of the statue, it looks very impolite."


    On the first day of May, Manda returned to Wangdu and held a competitive meeting.


    Manda has been preparing for the competition conference since April. Since the end of the classical era, the competition conference has completely become a memory in history books. Few people have seen a real competition except for demons like Odysseus.


    He selected 300 strong men from more than a dozen cities around the capital to participate in the competition. The lords were very enthusiastic. They personally took their players to the capital, but they didn''t know what to do.


    "Are we barehanded or are we allowed to carry weapons? If we are allowed to carry weapons, we can''t use the weapons of jinguangcheng. That''s unfair!" a lord regarded the competitive meeting as a fighting meeting.


    There must be some fighting events, but Manda decided to start with the traditional events.


    The first step of traditional projects is sacrifice.


    Hermes is the order controller of the arena and the first God to be sacrificed in the arena.


    After completing the sacrifice to Hermes, Manda left all the rest of the sacrifice to Hercules.


    Before each competition, people should recite the name of Hercules and pray to Hercules for victory.


    Especially in throwing, weightlifting and fighting events, all players and their lords are shouting the name of Hercules during the competition. The winner will be awarded a laurel crown and a medal by the king, with the head of Hercules engraved on the medal.


    In addition to Wang Du, the same competitive conferences were held in Longyin city and Miaoyin city. The passionate and passionate competitive games have disappeared from the world for hundreds of years. There are a large number of people in each arena. The audience broke their throats due to cheering and cheering. People outside the field are waiting for the results. Even if they can''t see the game, they are satisfied to hear the results of the game.


    "The warriors of the golden light city picked up a 400 pound iron ball, 400 pounds, we are the champions!" a tavern owner shouted excitedly, "thank Hercules, thank the crazy king! Our heroes of the golden light city won the champion. Are there any people from the golden light city here? Go to my place to drink, I''ll treat you!"


    Hercules looked down at the mortal world, listening to the cheers of the people, and the muscles of his shoulders twitched.


    The goddess of youth, the daughter of Zeus and Hera, and the wife of Heracles, herb came over, took Heracles by the arm and said, "why, do you want to compete with them?"


    "It''s not fair to them," Hercules shook his head. "Leave the glory to them for the time being this year, but it''s hard to say next year."


    "You should look at the fountain of your faith. You will gain much more than them."


    "Don''t worry, we''ll count slowly. May is still very long," Hercules said, hugging his wife. "Do you think they have changed?"


    "Mortals? What can mortals change?"


    "Look at their faces. Their faces are very similar to when I was on earth."


    Herb didn''t understand what Heracles meant: "when you were on earth, they were mortals. Now they are still mortals. Mortals are mortals. What''s the difference?"


    "Their faces are no longer numb, at least they look more like people."


    Medusa was also asking the same question. She could also feel the changes of mortals: "when I first came to the world, I even suspected that this was not the world. It was really different from when I was in the world."


    Holna was puzzled: "what''s the difference?"


    "In short, it''s just different. They look like..."


    "They look like human beings now," Manda said. "They deserve it. In addition to work and survival, they deserve more. This is the glory and dignity of human beings born!"


    The competition ended at midnight. People surrounded the flame and shouted the name of Hercules. This is the designated procedure of the competition.


    After shouting the name of Hercules, they were still shouting, shouting Claude Sai neatly.


    This is not a designated procedure, it is people''s spontaneous behavior.


    ……


    On the third day of May, Manda put down her totem with 30 candles and exchanged letters with sangira.


    Sangira''s letter first appeared on the altar, which reads as follows:


    I miss you like a fire. The fire burns my body every day. Are you also missing me? I really want to hear your voice!


    As usual, Athens intercepted the letter in advance.


    "I''m tired of being sweet," Athena threw the letter back. "If my brother could say the same to me, I would be more loyal to him, at least a little more."


    Manda opened sangira''s letter. Every line she read, her brain was running fast.


    This letter hides a very complex algorithm, which was jointly created by Manda and sangira according to the cryptography of previous generations.


    The contents of the deciphered letter are as follows: the God of fire has handed over the temple to me. I have learned how to use it. I am waiting for your news.


    Manda immediately wrote back:


    My thoughts of you are engraved in my heart. If you like, I am willing to give my heart to you and let you see it carefully.


    Sangira received the letter and deciphered it, which reads as follows:


    Carve my deeds on the slate. Don''t be too fast. Be careful.


    Sangira took out a stone slab from under the altar and carved the first story with a carving knife. Near Manda brittle rock mountain, he released the residual soul of tifeng, revived tifeng and revived pan.


    After carving the story, Manda''s temple began to tremble, and there seemed to be signs of promotion.


    Is it too fast? Why did this story have such a great impact?


    I almost forgot that this story caused the change of the Lord of the gods.


    It shouldn''t be so fast. I''m too anxious.


    Sangira quickly took out a stone and put it on the altar.


    The stone kept flashing on the altar until the temple slowly calmed down.