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In places near the border, survival is all about the strong eating the weak, even gods would be consumed, let alone faith.

Quinlyn discovered when she arrived in town that during Christmas, people hold sacrificial ceremonies and light incense to pray for blessings.

“Are there really gods?” she asked Jason with curiosity,

“Of course not. If there were, people wouldn’t be toiling away like animals, Jason replied, being blunt. “Some people just can’t solve their problems, so they escape into faith instead.”

Quinlyn thought this made sense. “Then let’s burst their bubble.”

“Burst it how? How can you prove that gods don’t exist or ghosts aren’t real?”

“For thousands of years, our ancestors have controlled thoughts with beliefs, making you think freely. Even college grads might believe it after hearing local tales for a while.”

Jason was a professional scam artist, unlike Chester who was petty, he knew how to manipulate the lower class’s psychology perfectly.

Quinlyn learned a lot from him, understanding the true power of faith.

The hills of Lafield weren’t very high, but the forest was misty and the terrain was complicated. Jason initially marked the trail, but soon lost his sense of direction. As he hesitated to turn, a small hand pulled him back.

“No, we need to go this way,” Quinlyn calmly instructed.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Jason turned to her and noticed she had a hat on and looked completely dry, not sweating at all.

“Aren’t you tired?” he asked, feeling exhausted.

Quinlyn shook her head. “This level of exercise is just a warm–up for me. You’re just weak.”

Jason felt dissed by a kid and realized he had no solid lead himself, so he decided to take a gamble on Quinlyn’s guidance.

The mountain got dark quickly, and the temperature dropped. Luckily, they saw lights at the edge of the forest, a small village.

stumbled over to knock on a door, feeling as if he might freeze to death

an old wooden door opened to reveal a woman in ethnic attire. “You’re

a local dialect; they understood her. Jason quickly fabricated a story about bein father- daughter

Everly, hesitated.

have money, this is our accommodation fee.” Jason quickly pulled out 300

the cash several times before letting them

and simply decorated, but there was a little space heater that kept the room warm as night approached.

over to it, quickly shedding

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bit, the head of the household came out, friendly and ready to chat.

only have a few dozen families here; we hunt and grow our own food. On the first and fifteenth days of the month, we go to the town

own.”

great, thanks a lot!” Jason appreciated the advice since he now understood the challenges of the

weak sound

He glanced towards

sighed. “Yeah, she’s not well. Medication hasn’t helped; maybe the mountain god wants to take

crying resonated from inside; it sounded like the

helpless, and pulled out his smoking pipe to lighten the

usually had a craving for cigarettes but choked when he smelled the

tobacco. It’s strong; you city folks can’t handle it.” The man smirked while blowing smoke towards the door.

of rolling my own, but never

make do with what’s in the mountains, just

stool,

turned, surprised at

you know it’s toxic?” Jason

knew this thanks to her recent studies with Jolie on dissecting substances, learning

herbs.

plants become toxic when dried; inhaling the smoke can cause

like her are more vulnerable. May I