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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.
Jason stumbled over to knock on a door, feeling as if he might freeze to death any moment.
Creak, an old wooden door opened to reveal a woman in ethnic attire. “You’re outsiders.”
Fortunately, she didn’t speak a local dialect; they understood her. Jason quickly fabricated a story about bein father- daughter
duo exploring and needing help.
The woman, Everly, hesitated.
“We have money, this is our accommodation fee.” Jason quickly pulled out 300 dollars and handed it to her.
She checked the cash several times before letting them inside.
The room was small and simply decorated, but there was a little space heater that kept the room warm as night approached.
Jason charged over to it, quickly shedding his wet clothes to warm up.
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Seeing him so casual, Everly hurried to fetch her husband, Ken. After a bit, the head of the household came out, friendly and
ready to chat.
“We 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 to buy rice and oil. It’s only a few days until the fifteenth, you can join us then, you might get lost on your
own.”
“That’s great, thanks a lot!” Jason appreciated the advice since he now understood the challenges of the mountains and wanted
to stay put for now.
“Cough, cough.” A weak sound came from the room.

“Is someone sick in your family?” He glanced towards a side room.
Ken sighed. “Yeah, she’s not well. Medication hasn’t helped; maybe the mountain god wants to take her.”
Soon more crying resonated from inside; it sounded like the child’s mother.
Ken frowned, feeling helpless, and pulled out his smoking pipe to lighten the mood.
Jason usually had a craving for cigarettes but choked when he smelled the smoke.
“This is our homemade tobacco. It’s strong; you city folks can’t handle it.” The man smirked while blowing smoke towards the
door.
“I’ve heard of rolling my own, but never this harsh,” Jason said.
“Well, we have no money, so we make do with what’s in the mountains, just getting by. Poor folks could only make entertainment
from limited resources,” Ken replied honestly.
But suddenly, Quinlyn, sitting on a stool, spoke up, “These cigarettes are toxic.”
Both men turned, surprised at her boldness.
“How do you know it’s toxic?” Jason asked.
“I can tell by smell.” Quinlyn knew this thanks to her recent studies with Jolie on dissecting substances, learning about toxic
herbs.
“Many plants become toxic when dried; inhaling the smoke can cause chronic poisoning.”
“You’re fine because forest toxins can alter your body’s resistance, but children like her are more vulnerable. May I see her?”
Quinlyn pointed towards the room.
The room fell silent for a few seconds, the fire in the smoking pipe slowly extinguished, leaving a thin wisp of smoke.
Click, a sound came from the bedroom, like someone getting out of bed.

Then, Ken stood up suddenly, his face darkened. “I don’t know what nonsense you’re saying, but my daughter is meant to serve
the mountain god; her weakness is a calling, not poisoning. You are not welcomed here; please leave.”
Quinlyn was taken aback, realizing he wasn’t joking, and found the entire situation absurd.
She opened her mouth to retort, but Jason pulled her away.
“Whoa, sorry, sorry! Kids say the wildest things; please don’t be mad, we’ll leave.” He half–dragged Quinlyn out the door.
As soon as they stepped away, the man slammed the door shut with a bang.
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“You seriously had to say that, and now we’ll be sleeping on the streets” Jason complained, but there was no anger on his face.
Instead, he asked curiously, “Can you really tell that tobacco is toxic?”
“Yeah.” Quinlyn nodded firmly; she had observed the man closely and noticed his lips, eyes, and nails were blackened, dear
signs of toxin exposure.
Jason clicked his tongue, not arguing but led her to another house and knocked again, getting accommodation for another 300
dollars.
The houses were all similar in structure.
Once inside, they spotted another smoking pipe on the table.
He stealthily grabbed it and let Quinlyn smell it. “What do you think? Is it also toxic?”
Quinlyn sniffed and nodded; it was the same type of tobacco.
“Just don’t let it slip.” Jason warned her before turning to chat warmly with the host, Emily.
Once she learned they just got kicked out, Emily instantly looked serious.
“Don’t blame yourselves; that woman doesn’t want to send her kid to the mountains, and her husband is upset. These years, it’s
our offerings that haven’t been enough, and that’s why the mountain god punishes us with disasters; serving the mountain god is

a great honor.”