After three rounds of drinks, both men were slightly tipsy.
Yet Venti, usually an incurable drunkard, seemed unable to hold his liquor.
"What's this? You came to push drinks on me while I was having tea, and now you're going down before I do? No, keep drinking!"
Lin Yi knew exactly how to work a drinking table, and Venti was beginning to regret it.
"Hey, hey, my mistake. I can't drink any more today. Let's continue another day."
"You really can't? What a lightweight!"
Only then did Lin Yi set down his cup and give Venti a meaningful look.
They were both gods. How could a little mortal liquor put them out of commission?
But judging by Venti's manner, drinking was hardly his real purpose. He seemed to have plenty he wanted to say.
"So, you heard everything I discussed with Acting Grand Master Jean?"
Venti scratched his head. Eavesdropping was hardly something he could openly admit to.
Lin Yi's calm mention of it only made him feel a little more embarrassed.
"Hehe, I caught the gist. I might know something about that symbol."
Seeing that Venti had a lead, Lin Yi wasted no time.
Acting Grand Master Jean had taken the fragment bearing the symbol back with her.
With Lin Yi's memory, he had naturally memorized its entire outline.
Dipping his finger in some wine, he swiftly traced it on the table. In moments, the peculiar symbol appeared before them again.
At the sight of it, Venti rubbed his chin in thought. Only after a long while did understanding dawn on his face.
"I remember a little now... My friend, did you know that wherever there are gods in this world, there are believers? But by the same token, there are also those who hate the gods."
Lin Yi