Hobart, already panicking inside, did his best to appear calm. "I know why you came looking for me."
Suppressing the urge to wipe away cold sweat, he smiled. "I won't interfere with this so-called tide of the times, because this tide is also beneficial to me. And I'm even less interested in whether you become a god."
Adam nodded slowly. He was not surprised that the "Creator" knew His objective; rather, that was more reasonable.
On that basis, the "Creator's" promise seemed fairly credible.
"If anything comes up in the future, come directly to me." Hobart wanted to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
As for how to contact him? Take a guess!
Adam suddenly said, "George III will become the Black Emperor, and the God of War Church has just delivered Trensoost's Brass Book into Castile's hands."
Hobart smiled. "You also know how forced George III's ascension to godhood is.
"You can fool those idiots from the Augustus family with such words, but you can't fool me."
Adam said nothing further. He saw much contradictory information—for example, the "Creator's" weakness far exceeded His expectations.
Yet the "Creator" happened to know many secrets. Logically, someone who knew so much should not have been so weak. Could this be Him concealing His true strength?
Adam remembered that the last time He had been unable to see through an opponent's true nature had been during the Fourth Epoch.
In the end, He reached a conclusion: the other party was at most Angel level, but was an exceedingly troublesome opponent.
After this brief yet hurried psychological contest ended, Hobart immediately severed his connection with Elliot.
Adam left as well. Elliot felt that his prayer had been sufficiently devout, so he returned to continue the meeting. No one felt that anything was amiss.