In the early morning, Manda got up, walked from Weixing Mountain to Zuoyu Mountain, then from Zuoyu Mountain to Youyu Mountain, and then from Youyu Mountain to Weixing Mountain.

He had to walk once a day, without flying boots or shuttle to the underworld, and just walked step by step from dawn to dusk.

At dusk, he would take all his people to dance together, a very ancient and simple dance. The core feature of this dance is that no matter what posture, his eyes must look at the earth.

After dancing and having a meal, Manda would randomly hold down a wife and carry it into a tent.

Except Roma, she carried Manda into the tent every time.

After that, Manda would sleep steadily, and then repeat the next day, doing the same thing.

"He is like a wild beast patrolling the territory. I did this before when I was hunting." Medusa wanted to accompany Manda, but she couldn't hold on. The weather was too cold.

There are fewer and fewer tents in Qixing Mountain, and many people choose to leave.

All the merchants left and all the students were gone.

Most of the farmers left, and they did cherish the land, but the premise was valuable land. The farmers in Qixing City were all very rich. They dug out the jars buried underground and took out more than a dozen gold coins. They could buy another piece of land elsewhere.

The craftsmen did not leave, and none of them left.

One of them wanted to leave, but was beaten up by other craftsmen, and finally gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

Craftsmen are the richest group in Seven Star City. With their savings, they can live their lives without worry about food and clothing when they find a place.

But they refused to leave because no matter where they went, they would never be able to receive treatment in Qixing Mountain. There are other things that craftsmen dare not expect in their entire lives - respect.

The poet sat in a wheelchair and raised the flag of Hephaestus. He made a vow under the flag: "In two months, Qixingshan will no longer live in tents, we must at least have wooden houses!"

The craftsmen shouted excitedly, Guatel wiped his nose and whispered to the poet: "Your legs are already well, why are you still in a wheelchair?"

The poet glared at Guatel, feeling that he was still more elegant in his previous image.

Half a month after the disaster, Marquis Selin came to his house: "Mr. Claudesay, I should have visited you after the New Year, but I have been delayed by preparing gifts."

There were long queues of cars and horses outside Qixing Mountain, and Marquis Sailing sent a million pounds of food.

"The fleet is docking one after another. I don't have the strength to fight against the gods with you, but I know how to fight hunger."

Marquis Selin's reaction surprised Manda. With Manda's understanding of the nobles, it is now a good time to take advantage of the situation.

But Selin still remembers one thing: Manda is still the Minister of Government. Apart from the two kings who were undermined, he is still the most powerful person in the entire Romalu Kingdom.

In addition, Sailin also maintained a sincere respect for Manda. Although he hated Manda and feared Manda, after Manda took over the entire southwest, he had lived a peaceful life for many years. As long as he cared about the grain harvest, the Turbulent City had never been involved in war again.

Two days later, Al suddenly came and brought a thousand animals.

"All of them are good animals in their prime. They can work and give birth to cubs, and they will never stop!" The old marquis laughed loudly, and his body seemed to be stronger than before.

"It's good to have a child, it's good to have a child!" He looked at Manda's wives and praised Medusa, "This is a good figure that can be born. Lord Claudesay, you have to let her have more children!"

Medusa hid behind Manda. She was very disgusted with Almeng and always felt that his eyes could penetrate into her clothes.

When Manda introduced Roma, Al's smile suddenly disappeared. He always thought that this was Manda's guard captain.

"This should be able to give birth to..." Almeng believed that men could leave behind descendants, but he believed that Manda did not have such cultivation.

Marquis Moritz, the lord of Parrot City, was the closest to the next time. Manda had no plans to make a decision, but when he knew the reason for his lateness, Manda could not hold back.

The gift he sent to Manda was ore, a very rare ore. Many special metals smelted from ore are essential for forging divine objects.

It can be seen that Moritz put in his efforts and prepared two hundred vehicles of precious ore, but Qixing Mountain is not short of ore. Among the largest ore production areas in the southwest, Parrot City is one, and Qixing Mountain is also one.

If you really can't think of what to send, it's better to give some dried fish from Lanshahe.

Since the ore has arrived, the kiln is about to start construction. The poet is busy and gradually emerges from the shadow of sadness.

January is not over yet, and the first batch of wooden houses in Qixing Mountain have been built. Manda's life is still the same. However, after dancing every day, he will wash away sweat with his wife in the bathroom and lock the bathroom so that no one can escape.

On the last day of January, Rasius came to say goodbye. It was really not easy to hear the man who had come and go without a trace say goodbye.

Og was a little excited. He brought a roast chicken and a can of wine at the time, and gave Rasius the new clothes that Helena sewed for him.

Except for Helena, he gave away everything he could.

Rasius expressed his gratitude to Og's enthusiasm, and also sent a kind reminder: "Go back, kids, adults need to speak."

Og pouted and left in disappointment.

Rathus smiled and said, "He regarded me as the demigod of the great prophet, but I am not."

Manda nodded, "I know you're not."

Rathus took out a walnut-sized stone from his arms and handed it to Manda: "You have done everything you can do. You are a person who loves living things. I will give you the spell given to me by the great prophet. If you want to find me in the future, please hold this spell tightly and pray to the great prophet, and I will definitely feel it."

Manda accepted the spell, and Rasius reminded him again: "It's almost time for you to go to the capital. February is coming soon. The God of Fire is still waiting for the sacrifices of the kingdom. Your family also needs your help."

family?

Manda took all his family back to Qixing Mountain, with two exceptions, one was Kunta who stayed in the royal capital, and the other was Chuyi who stayed in Baier.

Is Quintas in trouble?

He should bring a bodyguard to Quinta, but Manda firmly believes that Longgesen can protect Quinta.

Rasius was about to get up when Manda asked another question: "Why not go to Mount Olympia?"

Rasius blinked and said, "What are I going to Mount Olympia for?"

Manda did not continue to argue. Since he asked, he naturally knew the other party's identity long ago.

Rasius, it was Prometheus, who brought the diseased patients to the capital again and again. At that time, Manda should have thought of fearlessness, unyieldingness, sacrifice, Prometheus's character shining brightly on him.

"Zeus will not accept you, but Hermes is willing to accept you. He rebuilt your temple. After you go up the mountain, you will become His right-hand man and may even gain the position of the Lord God."

"I said, I'm just a mortal," Rathus smiled. "Mortals will not look down on mortals. Mortals will always stand by mortals. One day, when you look down on mortals, remember that I am among them."

Can you still stay in the mortal world after becoming a god?

Prometheus is a good example.

But does Manda really want to live like him?

This issue is subject to debate.

In order to help mortals fight against the gods, Prometheus paid too much, and Manda did not have the courage to bear this price.

However, the great prophet's suggestion still needs to be heard. Manda immediately went to the capital and discovered an abnormality as soon as she arrived at the mansion.

None of the servants were here, but many guests came.

An army of more than five hundred people was ambushed in the mansion. Although they had not yet appeared, Manda had already smelled their breath.

Not only the breath of soldiers, but also the breath of rules.

Manda sat in the hall, wondering whether to sit with them for a while or to send them on the road earlier.

Before Manda made the decision, Sheltai spoke first: "Claudesay, I could have killed you quietly, but you are a rival worthy of my respect. I want to say a few more words to you, I want you to know whose hands you died,

Don't try to struggle or resist. Before you come, I made a lot of preparations. Here are fifteen rules. You cannot use skills, have no talent, cannot use divine objects, cannot use divine power, cannot use everything given to you by the gods, and can only rely on your own strength and the five hundred most excellent warriors to fight. Do you think you still have a chance to survive?

Claudesay, you are very smart and vicious enough. The only mistake you made is thinking that I really gave up on fighting and reunite with that ugly monster in hell, and that stubborn and stupid general."

As he finished speaking, arrows were shooting around him. In the rain of arrows, Manda was thinking about an important question. The monster he was talking about was not Quinta, right?

Quinta is still alive, and Manda can still smell his breath.

Five hundred soldiers shot out thousands of feather arrows, and dense feather arrows were inserted into the table, walls, and floors, along Manda's body, leaving a stroke painting.

He stood up from the arrows and listened to the rushing breathing.

The fear erupted by hundreds of people at the same time made their breathing rhythm neatly and consistent.

Sheltai, who was hiding on the stairs, moved his toes and wanted to escape.

Suddenly, Manda looked up at him and said softly, "Don't move, don't move even if you move."

Sheltai trembled for a long time, and suddenly pulled the dying Quinta from behind and shouted to Manda: "If you dare to come over, I will kill him."

Manda smiled and said, "You are so lucky that he is still alive, otherwise you wouldn't even have the chance to go to hell."
Chapter completed!