Manda lay in Portia\'s cave for five days, and this disgusting corpse hiding cave became the best refuge.

There is no task here, and there is no need to be on duty. Eating, sleeping, reading and taking notes every day make Manda gradually find a normal life.

Recently, we should remember that there are many things. The most important thing is that he has determined the name of the God and achieved an important goal.

"My original God is Hermes. He is the son of Zeus, the king of gods, and Maia, the goddess of wind and rain. He is the patron saint of merchants, travelers, thieves, shepherds, swindlers and arenas. At the same time, he is also the messenger of the gods..."

"His business is really complicated!" Manda sighed. It was the God who didn\'t notice. She continued to write on the parchment:

"He is one of the twelve main gods. As his believer, I must rise to eight levels before I can get eternal life, and I must find an artifact. At present, I don\'t know what an artifact is."

Describes the basic situation, according to Manda\'s habits, followed by an analysis of the advantages and disadvantages.

advantage:

1. At present, I can skillfully use the first-order skills. I dreamed last night, and the first scale was almost filled, one fifth of it.

2. The three extended functions behind skills are developed, which can see the value of language, people and some behaviors.

3. The physical quality has been further strengthened. Not only the speed and strength have been greatly improved, but also the recovery ability has become extremely fast. The trauma has been cured without leaving any scars on the face.

Adverse conditions:

1. There are fewer and fewer hints given by Benming God, which can also be understood. The gods are very busy, especially the LORD God with a wide range of business.

2. There is no way to promote to the second level, and there is no clue at all.

3. The body recovers too fast. The old witch wants to drive me away. The free day is coming to an end

As soon as I wrote here, I saw Portia looking at herself with a disgusting face.

"When do you want to stay here?"

"Amorous woman, I\'ve done a lot for you!" Manda picked up a deer ear flower. "I\'ve helped you distinguish a lot of herbs. This herb is fake, and this sack of herbs is fake! I can see it at a glance!"

"I know it\'s fake," Portia took the herb and threw it back into the sack. "Keep it. It also has some medicinal properties, other medicinal properties."

Manda doesn\'t know the medicine, but he knows the value. The value of this bag of fake medicine is no more than five copper coins. What medicine can it have?

Portia refused to throw it away because it was the medicine that old yaman personally sent back. No one could imagine that it was the last time they met.

I don\'t know what kind of past they had, but every time I saw this bag of herbs, Portia always sighed.

The feeling of loss won\'t last long because she still has a lot of work to do.

In the past three days, twenty or thirty bodies have been sent every day. According to the number of casualties, the war has begun, but Manda did not feel the atmosphere of the war or hear any news about the war.

He picked up the knife, opened the body, removed the organs, then moved the body to the entrance of the mountain, and put a small bag of corpse powder next to him.

After all this, Manda habitually looked at a wooden box containing the eyes of the dead.

Manda was not interested in eyeballs, but the box always glowed with gold. When the old witch opened the wooden box, Manda glanced in. A large amount of gold coins fell from her eyes. Before she could count them, the old witch closed the box again.

There were too many secrets hidden in the old lady. No wonder the count\'s eyes never appeared in her cave. I\'m afraid the disgust of corpses is not the main reason.

Yesterday\'s body had just been treated, and today\'s body was sent again. The eagle Banshee Eudora stood at the mouth of the cave and said, "my little sweetheart, can you walk?"

Manda lay in bed, wondering how to answer, but Portia spoke for him: "he has broken several bones. He won\'t want to walk this month."

"Really, I want to go in and talk to him." just as Eudora took a step in, a group of flies suddenly jumped on her face, which made Eudora flapping her wings.

"It\'s so cold, these damn flies are still alive!" Portia came to Eudora and said with a gloomy smile, "I have a poison here that can kill all the flies. Do you want to have a try?"

Yodora took a few steps back and smiled at Manda: "little guy, I\'ll see you another day."

It was true that yodora had gone far. Manda began to help the old witch clean up the body. This time, they had a good harvest. They found more than 70 silver coins and a parchment on a man\'s body.

The man\'s face was bloody and illegible, but the handwriting on the letter was still clear. This letter was written to his wife. He called her honey. There were "my honey" 11 times on a short page. Manda could even smell the sweetness between the pen and ink.

He told his wife that he had saved enough money to buy him a long skirt.

In this era, few people can read. Looking at his neat font proves that he has received a good education. Manda really can\'t figure out why he joined the Marquis\'s army.

"What a nice man!" Portia sighed, threw the letter into the fire and divided the silver coins with Manda.

"Don\'t be so polite. I just helped a little." Manda returned the silver coin to Portia.

Portia touched Manda\'s face: "don\'t pretend. I know you are greedy for money. Every time you perform a task, you want money."

"What else can I want besides money? Whatever I have, the count can take it away at any time," sighed Manda. "Money, too, can be taken away before I spend it, and there is no place to spend money in this valley."

"There are still places to spend money. I can teach you a way to spend money."

"Since you have money to spend, I\'ll give it to you." Manda sincerely stuffed the silver coin into Portia.

"Well, I\'ll buy something for you." the old witch counted out twenty silver coins, put them on the altar and lit a candle.

Manda was stunned. This was the altar of the witch goddess kalke. Portia was the only person in the haze Valley who did not believe in tifeng (regardless of the two twenty-five sons). She was not a pure attachment relationship with the count, but rather a special cooperative relationship.

This is not the point. The point is why silver coins can be used for sacrifice? Although twenty silver coins can buy rich sacrifices, is it too vulgar to pay directly?

And how are silver coins sacrificed? Burned?

The old witch took out a clay pot and sprinkled the mercury on the silver coin.

"The flowing silver meets the immovable silver. Guess what will happen?" the old witch shrugged her eyebrows, and Manda quickly hid in the distance.

Although Manda doesn\'t know much about chemistry, he knows that mercury and silver will not react chemically. Silver will dissolve in mercury and become amalgam (an alloy of silver and mercury), but no matter what it becomes, mercury is highly toxic.

After sprinkling the mercury, the old witch took snake tooth grass, sand butterfly silk and Tu mangen, rammed them into powder and sprinkled them on the mercury.

The silver and mercury on the table turned into smoke, and Manda hid further.

The old witch also hid in the distance until the smoke dissipated, the candle trembled violently and almost went out, and the originally cold cave was covered with a layer of frost.

Manda\'s teeth clucked and he felt something coming in.

"What\'s that?"

"Can\'t you see?" the old witch smiled darkly. "Don\'t you even have a first-order skill?"

"I haven\'t entered the stage yet."

The old witch ignored Manda and silently looked at the statue above the altar, as if she were looking at an old friend.

Can you see the gods on the altar with first-order skills? My first-class skills seem to only recognize money.

Manda made a cockfight and looked at the altar, which scared him to almost sit on the ground.

On the altar sat a woman of about 30 years old, with fire red robes and long fire red hair. Her pale face was painted with fire red paint and rouge. The whole face was enchanting and strange, just like it was painted with a paintbrush.

"What do you want, old man!"

That woman can talk!

"It depends on what you have," Portia replied with a smile.