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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.

on a door, feeling as if

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

speak a local dialect; they understood her. Jason quickly fabricated a story

Everly, hesitated.

our accommodation fee.” Jason quickly

checked the cash several times

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

over to it, quickly shedding his

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a bit, the head of the household

first and fifteenth days of the month, we go to the town to buy rice and oil. It’s only a few days until the fifteenth, you can join us then, you might get lost

own.”

appreciated the advice since he now understood the challenges of the mountains and wanted to stay put for now.

cough.” A weak sound

your family?” He

she’s not well. Medication hasn’t helped; maybe the

resonated from inside; it

frowned, feeling helpless, and pulled out his smoking pipe to lighten the mood.

but choked when he smelled the smoke.

tobacco. It’s strong; you city folks can’t handle it.” The

heard of rolling my own, but never this harsh,”

money, so we make do with what’s in the mountains, just getting by. Poor folks could only make

Quinlyn, sitting on a stool, spoke up,

surprised at her boldness.

do you know it’s toxic?” Jason

tell by smell.” Quinlyn knew this thanks to her recent studies with

herbs.

become toxic when dried; inhaling the smoke

like her are more vulnerable. May I see her?”