Give Me the Name of God

Guatel stayed in the temple for three full days, drinking a can of water, eating two pieces of bread every day, and basically not sleeping.

It took him half a day to figure out all the patterns on the four golden balls, but in the next two and a half days, he was unable to solve any of the puzzles on the golden balls, and he couldn't even find a clue.

Perhaps this kind of precise calculation work is not suitable for Guatel. Manda is good at calculation, but Guatel has never told Manda the calculation method.

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

By the fourth day, Guatel started not eating.

By the fifth day, Guatel stopped even drinking water.

Manda admired Guatel's focus and obsession at first, but now he found that things were not that simple. He called the poet over. If he didn't take action, Guatel might die.

“The riddle is the goblin that torments the craftsman,” smiled the poet, “forcing him to eat something and give him a good sleep.”

With the poet's consolation, Guatel ate something, and Pluto brought a pitcher. Under Manda's instructions, he mixed some herbs in the water.

Manda was waiting at the door of the temple. Pluto came to him and whispered: I'm afraid he won't drink it. The taste of this medicine is very light, but it's still a little salty. Guatel's tongue is very good, so he can definitely taste it. come out.

Manda looked at Guatel in the temple, shook his head and said, Don't worry, he can drink. Now he can't taste anything.

As Manda expected, Guatel drank all the can of water. He wanted to continue studying the puzzle on the golden ball, but he collapsed on the ground as soon as he got up.

Let him sleep, the poet looked at the drawings drawn by Guatel and sighed. It is indeed a complicated puzzle. Let me take over from him.

I believe 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 ten thousand ants crawling into my heart.

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

Don't be impulsive, sir. The poet noticed Manda's abnormality. Don't ruin everything at the last minute. Leave it to me. Within three days, I can unlock at least one golden ball.

Three days later, the poet began not to sleep, drink water, or eat. His condition was worse than Guatel.

What kind of puzzle is this? Why can it drive excellent craftsmen crazy?

The poet also refused to disclose the calculation method: Let followers of other gods master the method of solving puzzles. This is a serious blasphemy against Hephaestus. Guatel and I will be severely punished for this, and we will become blind. Duck will even die for this, and our family will be cursed for it.”

The temperament of the gods was elusive, and Manda did not dare to ask any more questions. After another two days, both the poet and Guatel reached the edge of collapse. Although Manda really wanted to open the golden ball, considering their physical condition, he announced a pause. Puzzle solved.

But Guatel couldn't stop and chased him out. He would sneak back and lock him up, and there was no lock he couldn't open.

The poet was still sober, and he thought of a way: It is impossible for you and me to solve this puzzle with our own strength. We have to pray to the God of Vulcan. I believe that the God of Vulcan will give hints, or we can obtain the information of the God of Vulcan. With permission, I will teach the algorithm to the head of the family.

Guatel accepted the poet's suggestion and fell asleep under the statue of Hephaestus without even finishing a prayer.

After waking up, Guatel sneaked into the temple again and continued to fumble for the golden ball, but the poet was very pious. He firmly believed that the God of Fire could hear his prayers and would give him enlightenment.

Hephaestus, the god of fire, did hear his prayers, which annoyed him.

Fool, what's so difficult about this? Even if you can't figure it out, why don't you go find the followers 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 children, why is Pilar so much smarter than you? Hephaestus sighed, limping, and came to the workshop. From the fire, he saw the poet praying and the melon. Guatel saw the three golden balls in front of Guatel.

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

Things that belong to Hermes will eventually be returned to him. No one can stop him. Hephaestus looked at the Queen's Palace in the distance. The nymph Sandil came out of the palace holding a necklace of Hera. Walked out.

Hera asked to exchange this necklace for two thousand pearls. Sandile knew that something big was going to happen. She always wanted to see Hermes, but Hermes was not in the palace. Not only was he not there, but God Pan was not there either, and the gods Yin and Yang were not there either. Hermaphroditus was also absent, leaving only a group of nymphs to guard the palace.

You want to exchange for two thousand pearls? Leroya seemed a little embarrassed, But this necklace is not worth so much.

If it's not worth it, don't change it! Sandile was trying to find an excuse to turn down the business, but she didn't want Hera to gain so much power at once.

How about a little less, fifteen hundred?

Not one less. Sandir turned around and left with the necklace. If Hera blamed it, she would blame it on Hermes. Anyway, Hera was talking about two thousand pearls.

Wait a minute, Leroya shouted, leave the necklace and I'll get the pearls.

Sandile frowned and said, Don't make random decisions. Be careful of the whip of the God of Commerce.

You have to call the person in charge of order. Don't call me the wrong one. You have followed Him for a long time and know that He doesn't like to use whips. He gave instructions before leaving. Try not to refuse the Queen of Heaven's request. I gave him two thousand pearls. !”

Sandile took the pearl and asked with a confused expression: When will the Controller of Order come back?

I don't know, and it's not something I should ask about.

Sandile carried the pearl bag, took two steps, and suddenly turned back.

I need two hundred pearls, the best ones.

Leroya asked in surprise: What will you exchange for?

I borrowed it and I will return it to you soon.

This is really embarrassing for me. I might get whipped for it.

Sandile whispered: I will give you interest and you will not suffer any loss.

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

Unable to solve the puzzle, they are left with only one solution, which is for Manda to violently destroy the golden ball.

In fact, Manda can wait a little longer. Medusa's head is not yet complete, the first contract has not been completed, the second contract is not yet known, and the conditions for promotion are still far away.

But now the poet is urging Manda to open the golden ball. As long as the puzzle on the golden ball exists for one day, he and Guatel will not be able to return to normal life. Soon, they will be forced to death by the puzzle.

Manda struggled in the temple for a whole day. According to normal thinking, he should not risk such a precious sacrifice in any case.

But Manda finally agreed to the poet's request, not only because he was worried about the health of the poet and Guatel, but because he couldn't suppress his curiosity. This curiosity made him come to the temple every night and imagine himself splitting the golden ball. It seems that once he almost took action, and finally even forced Medusa to tie his hands with a belt.

He was curious what a gold skeleton scale looked like? What functions does it have? He was curious about how long the ruler of the Milky Way was? Is it possible to measure the length of the Tianhe River?

Can these two things be used as weapons? Can a scale and a ruler 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 had a hunch that the fourth golden ball contained the most precious thing, its value was far more than the other three golden balls, and it might even directly realize the dream of eternal life.

It's so tempting that I can't resist it. I can smell the alluring fragrance through the golden ball.

They can't wait any longer. Since the poet and Guatel have nothing to do, and they are about to be driven crazy, doing this can be regarded as protecting their families, so why not do it?

Of course, Manda still remained rational and could not destroy the sacrifice out of curiosity. He was fully prepared for this.

First, he had to do several exercises. He asked the poet to make an imitation out of wood. The poet followed the rules of the puzzle and made a wooden ball out of eleven pieces of wood. Several cow bones were placed in the wooden ball.

Manda used her fingers to peel off the top of the wooden ball. The wooden ball quickly twisted and collapsed, crushing the cow bones inside.

The whole process lasted less than three breaths, just over five seconds. If you were quick, you might be able to snatch the thing out, but Manda didn't know what the thing in the golden ball looked like.

What does a gold skeleton balance look like? How old? How heavy? Are beef bones tough? Don't be 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 definitely not safe to bet on speed alone.

The poet designed an anti-twisting sleeve for this purpose, which was fixed on the outside of the wooden ball to inhibit 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). , it took fifty breaths to crush the cow bones.

Time is enough, but what if the contents of the golden ball are too heavy and cannot be taken out by then.

He asked Guatel to make a lever and prepare lifting equipment, and also asked a dozen people to stay in Waiman to make final emergency preparations.

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

Don't cut too deep, otherwise the sacrifice inside will be damaged. Don't cut too shallow, otherwise you won't be able to reach the inner cavity of the golden ball.

Should the poet first calculate the thickness of the spherical shell? He should be able to make a rough judgment based on the weight and volume.

Forget it, just cut it shallowly. If one cut doesn't work, try another cut.

Seeing that his fingers were about to touch the wall of the ball, Guatel suddenly shouted: Wait a minute, the God of Fire has given a revelation, 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 two idiots, why are you so stupid! Guatel repeated the oracle of Hephaestus in the original text.

The poet looked embarrassed and said: Tell the believer of Hermes the algorithm. The algorithm of all golden balls is the same. He will definitely find the answer.

In the Palace of Vulcan on Mount Olympia, Hephaestus finished the oracle, wiped his sweat, and muttered to himself: You didn't hear it, you must not have heard it.