Stanley rubbed the throwing knife that Manda gave him, looked at the exquisite patterns of the sword God, and smelled the iron smell of senhan.

"This knife has killed many people. Some are dull. How many years can it be used?"

"It\'ll take five years," Manda said

"Five years..." Stanley suddenly raised his hand and threw the throwing knife out. The tip of the knife stabbed into the wall and hit a mouse\'s tail.

The mouse wriggled, screamed and struggled. The "witch" came over, hammered Stanley, pulled out the throwing knife and carefully picked up the mouse.

She touched the mouse\'s cheek, painted some medicine on the mouse\'s tail, and fed the mouse something to eat. Throughout the process, the mouse has been coquetting in her palm, just like the child of the "witch".

Manda stared at the "witch" for a short time. Without strong "smoke makeup" on her face, the plain faced "witch" was still moving.

"Her name is Lulian. She is a second-class believer in kerke. She is my best friend. She is beautiful, isn\'t she?"

"Ah, Hello, Lulian." Manda quickly took back his eyes. He still begged Stanley. At this time, he can\'t attract the other party\'s disgust.

Stanley is still playing with the Throwing Knife: "although it can only be used for five years, the value of this throwing knife will not be less than 100 gold coins, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it."

It seems that Stanley hasn\'t mastered the method of sacrifice, or his God can\'t provide him with good gods, so most of his ways to obtain gods come from the black market.

The dagger worth 75 gold coins, after the black market premium, must exceed 100 gold coins, which is undoubtedly a super gift to Stanley.

"Come on, what do you want me to do?" Stanley didn\'t want to beat around the bush.

"First of all, I want to buy some herbs. A friend of mine was injured."

Stanley smiled: "herbs are easy to say, but we\'d better be honest. I don\'t have much time and have to go to the Viscount\'s dinner."

Manda pursed her lips: "one more thing, I think you know, my tavern was closed by Kampala. Just yesterday, a friend of mine, a five-year-old boy, was badly hurt by him. I don\'t want to live in fear every day, so I want to find a chance to have a good chat with the divine punishment warrior."

"Do you want to talk with your mouth or fist?" Stanley rubbed the tip of the throwing knife. "If you talk with your mouth, I won\'t go. In my impression, Kampala is not a reasonable person, and my mouth has to be left to my good friend."

While talking, Stanley put his arm around Lulian\'s waist.

The fat Knight\'s attitude was just what Manda wanted: "let\'s talk to him with our fists."

Stanley smiled and put the Throwing Knife in his belt, which showed that they had reached a deal.

"I\'m afraid not today. On the first day of the new year, all the punishers will worship in the church. At this time tomorrow, you will wait for me in the silver pine forest north of the town."

Manda wondered, "can you find Kampala there? Why did he go to the silver pine forest?"

"The second day of the new year is the day when God punishers collect God punishments for worship. Kampala\'s territory is in the north of the city. Outside the silver pine forest is his only way back to the city. If there is no accident, he will pass that road at dusk. We can teach him a lesson at that time."

Lulian brought up two glasses of cider. Manda took up the glass and drank it. "Thank you, knight."

"Don\'t say thank you. It\'s just a fair deal," Stanley drank up his glass. "I\'ve long wanted to teach this madman a lesson."

After buying enough herbs from Lulian, Manda hurried back to the tavern. When she was about to reach the temple, the Dangzhao pendant suddenly became hot. Manda hid behind a pile of ruins and looked carefully at the surrounding situation.

It\'s Kampala. He\'s here again. Even on the first day of the new year, he doesn\'t want the tavern to have a moment of peace.

Manda shrank in the crevice of the ruins and listened to Kampala\'s footsteps creaking in the snow. The Dangzhao pendant didn\'t become hotter, which gave Manda the confidence to continue to lurk. Several times, the shadow of Kampala had fallen in front of her. Manda held her breath and remained motionless.

At night, Manda was almost frozen, and Kampala finally had the intention to go. He cut an axe at the ruins. The gravel rained down, smashing Manda\'s head and blood. Manda bit her fingers without making a sound.

It was not until Kampala was far away that Manda emerged from the ruins and hobbled back to the tavern.

Seeing Manda with blood on her face, worm said in surprise, "did you fight that madman?"

Without answering, Manda handed the herb to worm and asked, "have you read those ancient tiri books?"

"Yes, I\'m making a transcript."

Manda wiped the blood off her face and said, "what manuscript do you make? Just eat it directly."

"Those books are too precious. You can only eat transcripts if you want to eat them."

"That\'s my book. I\'ll let you eat it!"

"Do you want me to learn tiri, or do you want me to learn tiri yourself? If you want to learn, you must leave those books."

Worm can use insect silk to transfer his knowledge to Manda, but Manda must keep reading, which is the premise for worm to display his skills.

Manda doesn\'t want to argue. He\'s tired, cold and painful.

Back in the room, he lit the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket and trembled by the fire.

Worm handed a bowl of broth and a glass of wine: "have a good meal. Today is the new year."

Manda didn\'t eat much all day. He drank the broth, swallowed the bacon, poured the wine into his stomach, wiped his mouth and said, "I\'m going out tomorrow. You look good at home."

Worm sighed: "we shouldn\'t see blood in the first month of the new year. When January passes, we\'ll go to find the bastard."

"I don\'t know when he will appear at the door, or when he will break into the door. Whether he sees blood or not is not decided by the weak. As long as he is alive, our new year will not come."

Worm couldn\'t understand Manda, and Manda didn\'t want to talk any more. He soon fell asleep by the fireplace.

Worm continued to make transcripts under the lamp, Ogg made medicine in the fire pond, Toka slept in her mother\'s arms, and the first day of the new year passed.

The next day, Manda woke up early and hid Hermes\'s jumping button and Momus\'s provocative mask in her clothes. She walked out of the pub before dawn.

He walked out of the town holding the Dangzhao pendant and came to the silver pine forest. In the middle of the pine forest, he saw Stanley and five soldiers.

Unexpectedly, he came earlier than Manda and brought help.

"Kampala is a sergeant of the divine punishment army. He will collect divine punishment in the village. He will bring at least two first-class divine punishment warriors. He must make some preparations in advance, otherwise the battle will not be so easy."

Stanley took some black powder and made all kinds of marks under the pine tree. Manda couldn\'t understand the purpose of these marks, and the soldiers around him just stood aside silently without anyone to help.

Working until noon, Stanley wiped his sweat and put it directly on a soldier\'s face.

The soldier was wearing a heavy helmet. Manda couldn\'t see his face clearly, but he could imagine his disgust. He didn\'t understand why Stanley did it.

The fat Knight made a gesture to the soldier. The soldier quickly walked out of the forest. Stanley turned back and said to Manda, "subdue the other party once and beat him up. Only in this way can he understand what fear is. Don\'t delay. If we attract other divine punishers, we will be in big trouble."