Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is something worth celebrating for anyone. After learning that Jenkins has nothing to do tonight, Mr. Hood, who also has nothing to do, invites Jenkins to the bar for a drink.
Jenkins never touches wine, at most he just tries wine. But since Mr. Hood took the initiative to invite him, he could go to the bar for a while. Anyway, there is no legal requirement to drink in bars.
Mr. Hood's business is very big, and he will come to Belduran City at a fixed time every year to deal with matters, so he is very familiar with the bars near the hotel.
The time has come to nine o'clock in the evening, and the bar is busy. The two sat down at the table, ordered drinks respectively, and then continued the conversation just now.
"Speaking of which, I haven't heard about those special tobaccos for a long time, Mr. Candle, do you know the latest situation?"
"The Orthodox Church has learned through special channels that in addition to the subtle influence on the soul, the extraordinary nature of those tobaccos can also affect the user's dreams."
This is the information Jenkins got from the false god [Circling Mist], and he later found an opportunity to report it.
"The church is using this as a breakthrough for research, and the most preliminary findings so far show that the dreams of all people who have smoked tobacco have a certain degree of synchronicity."
"Sorry, what does that mean?"
Mr Hood is very interested in this.
"This means that those tobaccos enable people in different positions in the material world to meet in dreams with probability."
"But what's the use? It can't be those people who want to develop a new set of cross-regional contact methods for people?"
"The specific purpose is still being studied, but the involvement of dreams means the involvement of spiritual power. Coupled with the mental distortion caused by the mutation of the soul, this huge and twisted spiritual power can actually do many things."
Jenkins explained that he didn't really understand it either.
"Sounds scary."
"What's even more frightening is that at present, except for a few B-type extraordinary and C-type gifts, there is almost no way to eliminate the influence of tobacco on people. The church has not disclosed the number of people who have been exposed to tobacco, but no matter how you think about it, it will be astronomical. number."
After speaking, Jenkins pushed away his cat's paw that was trying to touch the cup, then raised the cup and touched Mr. Hood, and drank the wine-red drink inside in one gulp.
"The material world is really going to be chaotic. I heard that it's not just Nolan, but the frequency of weird things is increasing in many places. Since the beginning of this year, events that can be called large-scale disasters have appeared more frequently. Speaking of the current The only thing that can be completely resolved is the Snowman Legion in the extreme north."
Mr. Hood looked very sad, staring at the glistening wine in his glass in a daze.
"It will be fine, everything will be fine. Even mortals have their own strength and determination, besides, the gods will stand up if the sky falls, then the Orthodox Church, and then the illegal bestowers like us, you don't have to So frustrating."
Jenkins patted him on the shoulder, and while no one was paying attention, he flicked the glass of fresh grape juice with his fingers, and the liquid surface was immediately covered by a layer of cold mist. It is now summer, and the frozen drink is obviously more palatable.
"But we always have to do something. If we really wait until the sky falls before looking up, I think it will be before we die."
The slightly drunk Mr. Hood said, just as Jenkins knew, this is definitely a very responsible and admirable person.
"I have investigated a lot of things during this time, and I have seen some of those ancient legends and myths. There is a saying that at the end of each era, there will be a catastrophe, and there must be a savior chosen to save All of this, hum~"
He raised his glass again and took a sip, making a mocking sound with his nose:
"What is this? Ordinary people must have a savior to save the world? We can't save it all by ourselves? All the hopes of the world must be pinned on one person? This may be a rule that has not changed for thousands of years, but I think this It's not fair."
Jenkins had nothing to say, so he sipped his juice silently and continued to listen to him.
"Maybe this is good for the world. I just think that my thoughts are correct. I have no intention of changing all this, but at least I have to do something that I can do. Hiccup~"
The middle-aged man hiccupped suddenly. He drank too quickly just now. Even if he holds a good amount of alcohol, he will inevitably feel a little drunk after drinking like this.
"Mr. Hood, have you actually discovered something?"
Jenkins asked tentatively.
"No, ha, as I said just now, I came to Beldylan just for work."
Obviously, when Mr. Hood said this in the room, the Cleric of Lies didn't react at all, but at this moment it reminded that it was a lie. This shows that in a slightly drunk state, his mind has changed. Although he will maintain his sanity when he is sober, at least it has been proved that Mr. Hood is not ignorant of those unique tobaccos.
Jenkins smiled:
"Mr Hood, I think you're drunk. Oh, look here, look me in the eye..."
He never used the power of lies against his friends, but even the power of words was enough for a man who was already a little drunk. Jenkins is an incomplete false god walking in the material world. In a non-divine state, he does not have the power of a god, but this does not mean that his words are simply shaking the air like ordinary people.
In short, no matter what the reasoning is, Mr. Hood finally revealed the information he had about those tobaccos under some deliberate compliments and stereotypes.
It was around ten o'clock in the evening that Jenkins helped Mr. Hood back to his hotel room. After feeding him some water, he covered him with a quilt before leaving.
Of course, I didn't forget to spend a few pennies to ask the hotel waiter at the front desk downstairs to wake up Mr. Hood early in the morning of the next day. After all, Mr. Hood was very busy the next day.
Before leaving the hotel, Jenkins checked the situation of his father and his family again. They had already returned to the hotel, so he didn't care.
Under the night, Beldyland was divided into small areas by the shining gas street lamps, and Jenkins, who had already learned the destination, walked through it. He didn't choose to inform the church, and then pulled hundreds of bestowers to bully the place to the ground. In order not to disturb the other party's more clues and evidence, Jenkins chose to do it himself this time.