"Viscount Franka" just smiled and talked to Jenkins. Although his face was still the same, the core was no longer the original mortal.
"Who are you… "
Jenkins was speechless in shock.
"I am the ancestor of this body in the long past. When my bloodline touches this letter, I will automatically receive the message and gain the beacon of the material world. I want to give it to someone who has cleared the curse left by the mad poet A small gift…”
Seeing Jenkins' vigilant expression about turning around and running away, he smiled and continued:
"I forgot to introduce myself, I can't tell you my real name, but ordinary people like to call me [Circling Fog]."
This is not the first time that Jenkins has seen real gods in the material world. On the last day of last year, he saw five gods at once. Later, after returning from the mirror world, the former God of Lies brought a [doomsday document] to visit left his home.
But this does not mean that he is very used to meeting God, not to mention that the other party still used this "surprising" way of appearance, which is too frightening.
"You... hello, nice to meet you."
Before that, he was not prepared to talk to a god, and Jenkins didn't know what to say in a hurry.
"Fate is always impermanent. Even if I become a god, I often lament this. God of lies, this letter is indeed left by me. The curse leaked after death, so it will be left behind to let future generations solve this matter. I think you can probably guess that [Son of Calamity] is one of the saviors of the fifteenth era, and the mad poet Cavendish Xu is the original qualification holder. He has completely mastered this ability before he died, and you can experience the power of the savior yourself... "
The other party seemed to know all Jenkins' secrets, and everything he knew. The tone is very slow, but quite powerful.
"I didn't expect that after so many years, the person who solved this trouble was actually a candidate for the savior. This is probably the fate of the saviors... But it's not bad, at least the trouble is solved. Cavendish is in the material world. It really died, and this can be regarded as the end of my last regret when I was a mortal."
"So, you and the mad poet are really candidates for the savior of the fifteenth era? You only left your own merits and did not leave your name because you really became a god..."
Jenkins stopped at this point, and a few seconds later there was a knock on the door. After obtaining the consent of "Viscount Franka", the butler and the servant behind him came in with tea trays and tea sets, and screened for the two of them. Leave after full tea.
"Yes, that's it. The battle with Cavendish was one of the few fierce battles I experienced as a mortal. We fought fiercely on the top of the snow mountain for three full days, and finally I dragged myself to death Him. That was a long time ago story, so many years have passed in the physical world in a blink of an eye.
I think what you want more than my gift is some information. "
He sighed, then closed the book in front of him, motioning for Jenkins to ask questions.
Jenkins took a deep breath. Although he did not expect the current situation at all, it was obviously a good opportunity. The god sitting across the table seemed to be easy to speak:
"It's nice to meet you. Sorry, I still don't understand. Since you have become a god, why don't you solve the curse of the mad poet yourself. I don't think there should be any difficulty for the gods."
He very much suspected that the other party was deliberately waiting for him to go to the snow mountain to solve this matter, and then appeared in front of him with the reason of "giving thanks" as a matter of course.
So far, the two gods he has had the deepest contact with are the former God of Lies and the God of Music. The former used the method of betraying his followers to get involved with Jenkins and benefited from it. Not only did he lose his identity as an evil god, He also obtained a more suitable priesthood; the latter routine made Jenkins even more unexpected. As early as when he first came to this world, he was set up to lure him to Shire and gave him a drop of divinity. After half a year, it was a matter of course Although Jenkins still doesn't know what the god got in the process of destroying the skull sword, but designing such a trap must not only let Jenkins give the music box to the believers.
Not to mention, the later discovery of the relationship between the god of music and the sage made Jenkins even more frightened.
Therefore, there is reason to believe that these high-dimensional gods who can see fate clearly are extremely good at planning various traps and plans.
"God to God, man to man, even if it's something I caused myself, the moment I get rid of my mortal status, it's no longer 'me'. I don't know if you understand the meaning of this, After all, you still stay among mortals. But there is a big gap and difference between gods and humans. There are some things that can be done, but they are not necessary. For example, gods can obviously solve all the troubles of all mortals in the material world, but usually we Wouldn't do it, it's the same reason."
The man behind the desk explained patiently.
"So you came to see me this time just to give me a small gift and thank me for solving this little trouble?"
"Yes."
"I don't want any gifts, I like stories very much... Can you tell me about how you saved the world at the end of the fifteenth era?"
Jenkins asked, trying to put on a look of curiosity on his face.
"God of lies, although this priesthood was not condensed by you, you are definitely more suitable for it than your predecessor... I was also a candidate for the savior, and I know the rules at the end of the era. Sorry, some things can only be done by you." Find out for yourself."
He shrugged his shoulders and answered briskly, knowing quite well what Jenkins wanted to know.
"That's right, sure enough."
Jenkins is no longer disappointed by this kind of thing, he is completely used to these guys who know the truth keeping secrets.
"However, I can give you some hints. After all, I once had your identity, so I know some ways to circumvent the rules. Besides, you are not a mortal, and some rules that restrict mortals are useless to you."
"What do I need to do for you?"
When I asked this sentence, as expected, I saw a smile on the face of the man opposite. Jenkins immediately felt that he might be involved in something again.