Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 232 Fussack

"Hmm...cough..." Klein pondered for a few seconds, coughed lightly, and spoke with his spirit as if to himself: "Now that the spirit body has solidified, we can test what it can 'pick up'."

Klein tried to "pick up" the Sleeping Charm on the desk without much difficulty. He then went to the coat rack and "took out" the Sunfire Charm from his coat. It had a certain burning sensation, but it was not as repulsive as when he received the "Azik Copper Whistle". It was bearable.

Hmm... When containing the "Witch Card," it can carry the Yang Flame Talisman, which would multiply my combat power several times over in my spirit form... Klein pondered in his mind, as if he were studying some important academic research.

If it can contain the Yang Flame Talisman, then appearing in sunlight wouldn't be a problem. It's just that I don't know... Klein pondered as he reached for the Azik Bronze Whistle.

The moment he picked up the Azik Bronze Whistle, the warm, pure feeling within his body clashed with the whistle's icy spirituality, and a searing pain swept over him, distorting his features.

He didn't put down the Azik copper whistle immediately, but held it in his hand for two seconds, carefully felt it, and then quickly put it down.

As expected, the Azik Copper Whistle and the Sunfire Talisman repelled each other, but the damage caused by this repulsion was within Klein's tolerance range, perhaps because the spirit containing the "Witch Card" was more solid and powerful.

Klein put the Sunfire Talisman back and tried to "pick up" many things. With the blessing of the "Witch Card", he could "pick up" all the extraordinary items he currently possessed.

After returning the extraordinary items and the "Witch Cards," Klein's spirit immediately transformed back into the bookish young man.

It's back to normal... Klein wondered to himself... Do the other "Blasphemy Cards" have the same effect, or is it just his sister's prank?

No, if it was my older sister's prank, she should have cast the curse directly on me through the "Witch Card," then come back looking surprised and say, "Oh, you actually integrated the 'Witch Card' into your spirit body, that's brave, little brother, no, from now on you're my little sister." Then, when questioned, she would innocently say, "That's how the Blasphemous Card works, it has nothing to do with me." Finally, she would laugh again the next morning after recovering. And Eve was even willing to sacrifice her sleep time so she could laugh at Klein to his face.

Klein is more inclined to believe that this is an inherent effect of the "Blasphemy Cards," since the Witch Path transforms a person into a woman, and the Witch Cards also imitate this ability.

Hmm...maybe...but the Emperor really is dedicated to his work by even changing his own gender.

Klein snapped out of his reverie, sorted things out, and went back to bed for a nap. Because he had to catch a train early in the morning, Klein had gotten up very early. Although he was used to staying up late in his previous life, catching up on sleep was indeed a good option in this world with little entertainment.

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Fussac

The Fusak people, descendants of giants in legend, are not actually as tall as the Rune and Intis people imagine. The "giants" of Fusak are mainly concentrated among the nobles and royalty; most Fusak people are of normal height. Although the person possessed by Medici is not tall, he is not disproportionately short either.

However, He still stands out.

This was his fifth drink.

A thin, gloomy-faced man drank five of the strongest liquors in the tavern in an extremely unrestrained manner, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

When Medici drank his third glass, people surrounded him. By the fifth glass, he was completely surrounded by a group of people shouting "Drink! Drink! Drink!" in great excitement. Some even took out their own money to buy Medici more drinks.

Medici found the noise as annoying as a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing in his ear, but he didn't chase them away. He loved alcohol, whether expensive or cheap, red wine, beer, or grape wine—the stronger the better. Having not touched alcohol for nearly thousands of years, he thoroughly enjoyed the drinks being offered to him by a group of people.

Medici would drink a glass of wine offered to him, his alcohol tolerance was astonishing, as if he would never get drunk. "Medici."

A fair hand suddenly patted Medici's shoulder, and the next second, the crowd seemed to lose interest instantly and quickly dispersed.

Medici looked up and saw Eve still smiling at him.

"Do you know how long it took me to find you?" Eve asked, withdrawing her hand.

"How long?" Medici looked Eve up and down, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but he simply raised his glass, downed a full glass of beer in one gulp, and casually said, "Not as long as you've been gone. What were you doing?"

“It’s nothing,” Eve said, picking up a glass of wine from Medici’s table and downing more than half of it in one gulp. “Did you pay for it?” she asked.

Seeing this, Medici didn't ask any further questions, but simply said, "Do you think I would have this country's currency?" With that, Medici slammed his empty wine glass down on the table in front of him with a loud "bang."

Eve finished the rest of her drink in one gulp, placed it on the table, and gave it a quick push. The glass slid across the table in a small arc, making two crisp clinking sounds. The glass struck Medici's empty glass precisely, then slid a little further out, bumping into another glass next to Medici, and clinking with both glasses on the table.

Then Eve waved her hand and said, "How many drinks did you have? I'll pay."

“Seven glasses in total,” Medici said, raising his chin and pointing to the two empty glasses. “Two of them have already been paid for.”

“Wow, you’ve had seven cups. Aren’t you afraid of ruining your body?” Eve said exaggeratedly, but her expression remained calm. “If it’s ruined, I won’t find you a new body.”

"Six glasses, and you drank the last one." Medici leaned back in the wooden chair, casually waving his hand to correct her, clearly not taking Eve's words to heart. "This wine is no different from water if you change its color."

Eve didn't care. She was used to Medici's behavior and didn't bother with it. She turned and walked to the bar to pay.

The bartender was holding a white cloth, staring blankly at the dogfighting arena in the middle of the bar, circling the white cloth along the glass again and again.

Eve tapped the table, the soft sound just enough to get the bartender's attention. The bartender turned around, saw Eve, and blushed instantly, saying, "Miss, would you like something to drink?"

“Check, please,” Eve said, placing five gold Horns on the table. “Three porters and two bitters.”

Medici's beer wasn't as bad as he made it out to be; it was the best in the bar. Five glasses of Five Horns was equivalent to about three to four sulphurs per glass.

The bartender took the money and said to Eve, "Miss, I'll bring you a drink."

Eve smiled. "Thank you for your kindness, but no need. I'm leaving now."

With that, Eve turned and left. After Eve left, the bartender paused for a moment, then scratched his head in slight confusion before turning back to look at the dogfighting arena.

(End of this chapter)