Guatel stayed in the temple for three days. He drank a can of water and ate two pieces of bread every day. He basically didn\'t sleep.

He spent half a day groping out all the lines on the four golden balls, but in the next two and a half days, he couldn\'t solve the riddle on any golden ball, or even find a clue.

Perhaps this kind of precise calculation is not suitable for guatel. Manda is good at calculation, but guatel is always unwilling to tell Manda the calculation method.

"This is not an algorithm you can master, only the rules of the God of fire. This is the glory of the craftsman. Solving the puzzle left by the previous craftsman is a conversation between the craftsmen across life and death!"

On the fourth day, guatel began not to eat.

On the fifth day, guatel didn\'t even drink water.

At first, Manda appreciated guatel\'s focus and obsession, but now he found that things were not so simple. He called the poet and if he didn\'t take action, guatel might die.

"The riddle is the demon who tortures the craftsman," smiled the poet. "Force him to eat and let him sleep well."

At the poet\'s consolation, guatel ate something. Pluto brought a water jar. At the instigation of Manda, he mixed some herbs in the water.

Manda waited at the door of the temple. Pluto came to him and whispered, "I\'m afraid he won\'t drink it. This medicine tastes very light, but it\'s a little salty. Guatel\'s tongue is very smart. He\'s sure to taste it."

Manda looked at guatel in the temple, shook her head and said, "don\'t worry, he can drink. Now he can\'t taste anything."

As Manda expected, guatel drank all the water. He wanted to continue to study the puzzle on the golden ball, but he was paralyzed on the ground as soon as he got together.

"Let him sleep," sighed the poet, looking at the drawings drawn by guatel. "It\'s really a complex puzzle. Let me take his place."

"I\'m sure you won\'t let me down." Manda looked at the four golden balls with a strange light in her eyes.

I\'m really looking forward to it. I really want to see what\'s inside. It feels like 10000 ants have climbed into their heart.

Manda subconsciously put her hand on the golden ball, and his fingers were slowly hardening.

"Don\'t be impulsive, sir," the poet saw Manda\'s abnormality. "Don\'t destroy everything at the last minute. Give it to me. I can unlock at least one golden ball in three days."

Three days later, the poet began not to sleep, drink or eat. His condition was worse than that of guatel.

What the hell is this puzzle? Why drive good craftsmen crazy?

The poet also refused to disclose the calculation method: "it is a serious insult to Hephaestus to let the believers of other gods master the method of solving the puzzle. Guatel and I will be severely punished for this. We will become blind ducks, even die for this, and our family will be cursed for this."

The nature of the gods was elusive, and Manda dared not ask any more questions. Two days later, the poet and guatel were on the verge of collapse. Although Manda wanted to open the golden ball very much, considering their physical conditions, he announced that he would suspend the puzzle solving.

But guatel couldn\'t stop and drive him out. He would sneak back and lock him up. There was no lock he couldn\'t open.

The poet was still sober. He thought of a way: "we can\'t solve this puzzle alone. We should pray to the God of fire. I believe the God of fire will give a hint, or we can get the permission of the God of fire and teach the algorithm to the owner."

Guatel accepted the poet\'s advice. Under the statue of Hephaestus, he fell asleep without even reading a prayer.

After waking up, guatel dived into the temple again and continued to explore the golden ball, but the poet was very pious. He firmly believed that the God of fire would hear his prayer and give him enlightenment.

Hephaestus, the God of fire, did hear his prayer, which made him very upset.

"Fool, what\'s the difficulty? Even if you can\'t figure it out, why don\'t you go to the believers of Hermes?"

He knew the answer to the riddle, but he could not send an oracle to the poet, because his voice would be heard by another God.

"Stupid boy, why is bilar so much smarter than you?" Hephaestus sighed and limped to the workshop. From the fire, he saw the praying poet, guatel and the three golden balls in front of guatel.

He saw only three, and the fourth golden ball did not appear in his sight.

"What belongs to Hermes must be returned to him after all, and no one can stop it." Hephaestus looked at the Tian Hou palace in the distance. Ningfu sandir came out of the palace with a Hera necklace.

Hera asked to exchange this necklace for two thousand pearls. Sandier knew something big was going to happen. She always wanted to see Hermes, but Hermes was not in the palace, not only he was not in, pan was not in, nor was hermaphrodite, the yin-yang God. Only a group of Ningfu stayed in the palace.

"You want to change two thousand pearls?" Leiluo Ya seemed a little embarrassed. "But this necklace is not worth so much."

"Don\'t change if it\'s not worth it!" sandier was trying to find an excuse to push off the business. She didn\'t want Hera to gain so much power at once.

"How about 1500?"

"Not one less." sandier took the necklace and turned around. If Hera blamed Hermes, Hera said two thousand pearls anyway.

"Wait a minute," cried leiroya. "Leave the necklace and I\'ll get the pearls."

Sandier frowned and said, "don\'t make decisions. Be careful of the whip of the God of Commerce."

"If you want to call the order controller, don\'t call it wrong again. You have followed him for a long time. You know he doesn\'t like to use whips. He had orders before he left. Try not to refuse the Queen\'s request. I gave him 2000 pearls!"

Sandier took the Pearl and said, "order is in charge. When can I come back?"

"I don\'t know. It\'s not something I should ask."

Sandier took two steps carrying the Pearl bag and suddenly turned back.

"I need two hundred pearls. I want good ones."

Leiluoya wondered, "what do you exchange?"

"Borrow it. I\'ll pay you back soon."

"It\'s embarrassing for me. I may really get whipped for it."

Sandier whispered, "I\'ll give you interest and won\'t let you suffer."

……

Five days later, the haggard poet and guatel sat under the statue of Hermes and compromised with Manda.

They can\'t solve the puzzle. At present, there is only one way to let Manda violently destroy the golden ball.

In fact, Manda can wait a little longer. Medusa\'s head is not complete. The first contract has not been completed, and the second contract does not know what it is. It is still far from the conditions for promotion.

But now the poet urges Manda to open the golden ball. As long as the riddle on the golden ball exists one day, he and guatel will not be able to return to normal life. Before long, they will be forced to death by the riddle.

Manda spent a whole day in the temple. According to normal people\'s thinking, he shouldn\'t risk such a precious sacrifice anyway.

But Manda finally agreed to the poet\'s request. He was not only worried about the health problems of the poet and guatel, but he couldn\'t restrain his curiosity. This curiosity made him come to the temple every night and fantasize about how he would split the golden ball. Once he almost did it, and finally forced Medusa to tie up his hand with a strap.

He wondered what the gold skeleton balance looked like? What\'s the function? He wondered how long the ruler of the Milky way was? Can we measure the length of Tianhe?

Can these two things be used as weapons? Can scales and rulers fight? What is the third weapon? What does it look like?

What made him most curious was what was in the fourth golden ball? Manda has a hunch that the fourth golden ball contains the most precious things, which is far more valuable than the other three golden balls, and will even directly realize the dream of eternal life.

It\'s too tempting to resist. You can smell the tempting fragrance across the golden ball.

We can\'t wait any longer. Since the poet and guatel can\'t help it, and they are going to be driven crazy, doing so can be regarded as protecting their families. Why not?

Of course, Manda remained rational and could not destroy the sacrifice because of curiosity. He made full preparations for it.

First of all, he had to do several exercises. He asked the poet to make an imitation of wood. According to the puzzle rules, the poet made a wooden ball from eleven pieces of wood with several cow bones in it.

Manda cut off the top of the wooden ball with her fingers. The wooden ball quickly twisted and collapsed, crushing the cow bone inside.

The whole process takes less than three breaths, that is, more than five seconds. If you are quick, you may be able to grab things out, but Manda doesn\'t know what the things in the golden ball look like.

What does the gold skeleton balance look like? How big? How much? Are there any hard bones? Don\'t get crushed in two seconds.

Moreover, according to the poet\'s estimation, the twisting speed of the golden ball will be faster than that of the wooden ball. It is certainly not safe to bet on speed alone.

For this reason, the poet designed an anti twist sleeve, which was fixed outside the wooden ball to restrain the rotation of the wooden ball. When Manda cut off the top of the wooden ball again, the wooden ball began to twist after ten breaths (half a minute), and crushed the cow bone after fifty breaths.

Time is enough, but what if the things in the golden ball are too heavy to take out at that time.

He let guatel make a lever, complete the hoisting equipment, and let more than a dozen stay outside to make the final emergency preparation.

Manda raised her finger, took a deep breath and chose the position to start.

Don\'t cut too deep, or you will hurt the offerings inside. Don\'t cut too shallow, or you won\'t get to the inner cavity of the golden ball.

Should the poet first calculate the thickness of the spherical shell and make a rough judgment from the weight and volume.

Forget it, just cut it shallow. One knife can\'t do it. Another knife.

Seeing that his finger was about to touch the wall of the ball, guatel suddenly shouted, "wait a minute, the God of fire gave enlightenment. The first number is seventeen!"

The poet then said, "the sixth number is nine."

"The thirteenth number is two!"

"The nineteenth number is twenty-five!"

"You fools, why are you so stupid!" guatel repeated the oracle of Hephaestus.

The poet looked embarrassed and said, "tell the believers of Hermes the algorithm. All the golden ball algorithms are the same. He will find the answer."

In the Vulcan Palace on Mount Olympia, Hephaestus finished the Oracle, wiped his sweat and muttered to himself, "you didn\'t hear, you must not have heard."