The topic that Miss Magic asked was a bit sensitive, but Jenkins did not refuse the topic. He carefully expressed what he wanted to express:
"Generally speaking, there is no such thing as 'winning' in negotiations, only who wins more."
"Well, who's going to win more?"
Miss Magic continued to ask, her right arm drooping naturally, her left hand covering her right elbow.
"Negotiations haven't started yet, so we can only make assumptions and speculations. In my opinion, the church will probably be able to have an advantage in the negotiations, while the believers of lies will obviously be slightly inferior. Of course, this is just my personal guess, you understandable… "
He emphasized again.
"Yes, of course I understand. It's just your personal expectation as the son of a sage, not based on any facts, but only based on your position."
Miss Magic said very cooperatively, and Jenkins asked again:
"What are you asking this for?"
He thought that the believers of these ritual gods wanted to make further plans.
"Someone made a big deal on the black market."
Miss Magic shrugged.
"Huh? What?"
"I think it would be a pity if you don't make a lot of money with such a good opportunity."
"Gambling is wrong, even for grown-ups... Speaking of which, what are the odds?"
In order for the church to investigate the nine general locations provided by Miss Magic, Jenkins intends to do so directly as a believer in lies. It just so happened that on the next Wednesday, he planned to visit the church so that the church would have the opportunity to tell him the time of the negotiation.
On Wednesday, nothing happened during the day, but at night, it was still at the Church of the Sages. Jenkins, dressed in a black robe, was sitting at the elegant curved long brown solid wood table with a teacup, and looked at Miss Bevanna standing by the window with her legs crossed. side look out:
"Friday? Thankfully, it took you all week to finally settle on a time. Hope to know the exact location soon."
"Of course, it will be decided soon."
"Also, since that William has already obtained the soul of the dragon, is he already the [Uncrowned King]? We have always been curious whether the qualification of the savior can be held by one person twice."
"This has nothing to do with you."
"That means things are not going well? Tsk tsk, sure enough."
"What do you know?"
"This has nothing to do with you."
Jenkins tried his best to appear as if he lacked social education, so as to sever the connection with "Mr. Nice Man" Jenkins. Although Miss Bevanna turned her back to him, he could guess how angry the other party was right now.
"Okay, ma'am, let's talk about some serious stuff."
"Is what happened just now inappropriate?"
"Whatever you think. Recently, we have obtained further gains from the research on that black tower. I heard that you are also organizing a large-scale divination ceremony? I wish you good luck. But before that, please take a look at this."
He reached into his arms and took out a brown paper bag. It was still the end of summer, and the weather was very hot. He didn't wear much, but before he took out this thing, he couldn't tell that there was such a large item in his clothes.
"The specific information is here, and the content is very detailed. You'd better ask a professional to look at it. The problem now is, ma'am, please turn to page 73 and look at the map in Appendix 4. Yes, this is it, We don't have enough people to investigate what's going on in these areas."
Miss Bevanna didn't speak, she was still reading those documents seriously. Jenkins didn't urge her either, and drank tea at the table on his own, occasionally teasing his cat with the dried fruit in the saucer:
"The seventh floor of the tower has been raised. I heard that there are trees and vines on the surface pattern? According to speculation, this may be related to [Seedling of the World Tree]. Ma'am, whether it is for you or for us, time is running out , please investigate as soon as possible."
"No problem, these materials are very detailed. I can understand how important it is just after a rough reading. You really understand everything."
"We're just good at making friends."
After leaving the Church of the Sages, Jenkins did not immediately take off on the unicorn, but walked slowly along the street. Not long after, footsteps came from behind, and it was Miss Stewell who turned around and saw as expected.
I saw her spiritual light in the church just now, so I knew that she would definitely take this opportunity to talk about it.
With a sullen smile, he bowed slightly as a greeting, and then walked into the side alley with her:
"whats the matter?"
The light in the alley was very dark, but because of the dark vision effect provided by Dark Soul, Jenkins could still clearly see Miss Stillwell's face. At least judging by the expression, she is very angry now:
"Let's go find collaborators and you barely show up, do you remember when we last met? Oh Mr. Candle, do you still want to collaborate
"Of course I want to. I don't contact you because I trust you very much."
These words made the woman in front of her even more angry, but she still suppressed her anger:
"I see you just came out of the Church of the Sages. Is there any news now?"
"Of course there is. Negotiation on Friday is the day after tomorrow. Considering that there are still two hours until Thursday, in fact, it can be tomorrow. The church has decided to invite all religious groups who arrive in the local area. Probably after dawn, the black market will open According to news, as long as they are not believers of false gods who are defined as 'cults', they can participate no matter whether they represent themselves or the religious group.
You don't need to ask me to know the news. "
"So when do you want to call everyone to discuss the strategy?"
"What strategy?"
Miss Stillwell's face was trembling, and Jenkins took a slight step back to prevent the other party from violently hurting others.
"Of course it's a strategy to help you in negotiations!"
She said through her teeth:
"You asked so many people to help you, didn't you think about what exactly we were asked to do?"
"You... just need to support our proposal when negotiating. Yes, that's it."
He thinks very simply, so many false god sects are just to cover up the fact that believers of lies don't care about negotiations, and create the illusion that believers of lies are actually working hard, so he doesn't think it is necessary to make detailed plans.
"That's it? Oh, sir, have you never been in a negotiation?"
"It can be said like this."
Hearing that he actually admitted it, Miss Stewell couldn't help covering her face to prevent her gaffe from being seen by the opposite sex. Even if the two sides are opponents, it is a good thing for the church that the believers of lies are not prepared for anything, but she still can't help but want to scold the guy in front of her.
After all, contacting Nolan's various sects in the past two months has really cost her a lot of effort:
"Don't you want to win?"
"Oh, ma'am, what are you talking about?"
When I retorted, I felt a little guilty subconsciously.
"Don't you want us to not only help you find supporters, but also make plans? Sir, although we are a group of women, we are definitely not here to help you for free."
"It has nothing to do with whether you are women...don't look at me like that...what do you want?"
"It's not what I want, but what you want? Mr. Candle, I find that you are completely different from Miss Fabri. Can't you be like her, keen to do the best in what you do?"
"This... Please rest assured, yes, there is no problem at all. I actually have a plan for the negotiations on Friday."
"what's the plan?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, but this is a secret, and no one can know it in advance. But please rest assured, when the time comes, please express your support for us at the right time, that's enough."
This lie was so clumsy that Miss Stewell obviously didn't believe it:
"You really have a plan?"
She folded her arms and squinted at the man.
"Of course, when do we not have a plan? Even if you don't believe me, you believe believers in lies. Since last fall, have you heard of us running around without a plan?"
"How do I know? I only came to Nolan recently... just trust you for the time being, anyway, this is your business, even if you lose, at worst, in the next few hundred years, the relationship between the Orthodox Church and the Pseudo-God Church will remain the same. Maintaining the status quo can’t be any worse, right?”
"Hopefully, and, I heard there was a jigsaw puzzle downtown when Williams spoke last Sunday?"
he asked again.
"Yes, I heard that too, what's the matter?"
"I also heard that the music sect helped the Orthodox Church and added blessings to an arrow?"
"Don't trust what you hear on the street, or even believers in lies will be deceived by lies."
Miss Stillwell said, her eyes turned to a dark corner aside.
"Don't hide it, ma'am, I know very well that my friend, Miss Bailing, is that William's friend. I mentioned this just to illustrate, and I don't mind any communication between you and the Orthodox Church. Miss Bailing and William I don't care about the special relationship. When they get married, I will give a gift. But... "
The smile on his face disappeared suddenly, and he stood still, but his body leaned forward slightly to bring his face closer to Miss Stillwell:
"However, just because I don't mind you communicating with the Orthodox Church doesn't mean I don't mind you betraying us."
"Betrayal? Don't you know who is helping you to contact Nolan's false god believers?"
Even though her heart was extremely nervous, Miss Stewell still forced herself to be calm.
"That's good... You should know that although we use lies as a means, we don't really like being deceived by lies."
"Yes, of course I know, no one likes to be deceived."
PS: Happy New Year's Day, please ask for tickets.