"What can you expect from hypnotics?"
The god behind the desk asked, but instead of asking Jenkins to answer the question, he gave the answer directly:
"So the real effects of tobacco are not reflected in reality, but in dreams. Under deliberate influence, dreams can become very beautiful. People who suffer in real life may prefer false dreams. You You can do a little research and find that the frequency and type of dreams in people who have smoked those tobaccos are highly consistent."
"Connecting to the dream world? I never thought of this... But what's the use? Is it possible to extract people's spiritual power in this way?"
Jenkins asked again.
"If I tell you all the answers, wouldn't that make the story very boring? You can try to answer it yourself, it's not a difficult problem."
[Circling Fog] refused to answer the question again, and Jenkins nodded without hesitation. He thought for a while before deciding to start the last topic:
"About the mad poet, I still have a lot of questions I want to ask."
"You can ask any questions you want, I don't necessarily have to answer all of them."
"Is he really dead?"
"Why do you ask this question?"
The middle-aged man behind the desk sat up slightly.
"From the ancient records I found, it can be seen that the three days and three nights of your fierce battle on the top of the snow mountain should have happened at the end of that era. I don't know how powerful the mad poet is, but it is not difficult to see from the later relics and records that he has absorbed so many disasters, so he should not be considered a human being anymore? Although this matter has nothing to do with me, I still Very curious, did he die in the end?"
Jenkins explained his thoughts.
"Well, this question can indeed be answered for you. You guessed right... Although the battle on the top of the snow mountain ended in my victory, the mad poet was not completely dead. His body was left in that small mountain village, waiting The power of time destroys everything. The broken and distorted soul was exiled to the material world by my ritual, and it was not completely erased until I became myself. So from the current point of time, he is really dead."
Jenkins nodded suddenly, and this result was in line with his expectations:
"Then do you know that he once had a strange mechanical creation, and that machine could predict the future through a large number of sophisticated calculations."
"I know what you want to ask, isn't it this?"
The middle-aged man knocked on the table, and as the white clouds rose up, the familiar cube model appeared on the table.
"Yes, this is it."
Jenkins nodded immediately.
"I was also very curious about what this was before. After killing the mad poet, I learned from his belongings that this was when he was looking for the cause of disaster in the whole world. Antiquities unearthed nearby.
I think you should have guessed its origin. This is a non-functional replica created by ancient humans by imitating the machine in the deepest part of Nolan's underground. But this kind of imitation, in addition to obtaining some of the functions of that thing, also completely copied the madness and distortion, which led to the series of tragedies that followed. "
"Can the original machine in Nolan's underground be resisted by human strength? Or, what weakness does it have?"
Jenkins asked quickly.
"I have never seen it with my own eyes. Even if you use the omniscient nature to find the answer for you, it is a rigid and non-applicable answer. Instead of 'misleading' you like this, it is better to find the answer yourself."
"So... that machine is really the ultimate disaster at the end of this era? Or is it part of the disaster?"
"I didn't say anything, you said it yourself."
The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, then motioned for Jenkins to continue asking questions.
"About that unique ability [Son of Disaster], I have also learned a lot of information from various sources. Now I know that a group of people are seeking this ability. For this reason, they imitated the mad poet back then and kept creating disasters. Are they likely to succeed?"
Jenkins asked, petting the dishonest cat on his lap, which kept trying to jump onto the desk.
The god behind the table thought for a while, touched his chin, and then answered:
"They can't make it, I can assure you of that.
There is no doubt about it. The mad poet was able to achieve [Son of Disaster] by absorbing five disasters. It was because this ability was the source of his soul, and he himself was the Son of Disaster. And if you want to rely on rituals to learn this ability, what you need to do is by no means as simple as five disasters. Did you know that the god of lies, those unique abilities, appearing and disappearing, are closely related to fate. But at this point in time, there is no fate related to [Children of Calamity]. So it's not that someone forbids this ability from appearing again, but that it shouldn't appear now. "
Although it sounded confusing, Jenkins somehow understood, and then began to worry about what kind of big news the group of people in the tree house would make in the end.
"So is there any ability related to [Children of Disaster]? Maybe the two are one with two sides."
he asked again.
"Viscount Franka" glanced at him with a smile, and picked up the book on the table:
"Yes, there is indeed an ability that is completely opposite to [Son of Disaster], and the methods of obtaining the two are very similar, but there are some differences in key points. Don't ask me where the most critical step is, because I also No idea, yeah, I really don't know, but I think you do.
Oh, I have to read the book for a while before leaving. This interesting encyclopedia is really good. You can ask one last question, it's getting late, I don't think you will spend the night in a nearby town, and you have to go back in a hurry. "
"last question… "
In fact, Jenkins still has a lot of questions he wants to ask, even if he asks in the middle of the night, he can't finish asking those questions. But since the other party said so, they can only ask the last one. Today's harvest is already big enough.
I didn't know which one was the most important for a while, so I chose Alexia's question:
"I want to know, is there any special reason why your descendants live so close to Nolan at this point in time?"
"There is no reason, everything is a coincidence."
Without the priesthood of lies, Jenkins can feel that the other party is lying.