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Chapter 126 The Second Day of the Tea Ban

The second day of the tea ban.

Red Fox Castle, the secret room.

early morning.

Berg slowly awoke from his coma. He stood up, supporting himself on the cold floor, and stared blankly as a beam of golden sunlight slanted in through the iron bars at the top of the secret room.

Countless tiny dust particles floated in the sunlight, swirling and dancing within the beams of light.

Berg stared for a long time before his consciousness gradually returned.

I am in a secret chamber in Red Fox Castle, serving His Highness. I had previously ingested the Cat Tail Potion.
Thinking of this, Berg quickly looked at the potion boxes on the floor in front of him, and sure enough, the potion in the first of the three boxes had disappeared.

It seemed that after he drank the cat-tail potion in one gulp, he was overwhelmed by a tremendous pain and completely lost consciousness.

"It truly lives up to its reputation as a trial of death. When I took the Eagle Eye Potion to advance to the level of a hunter, I wasn't knocked unconscious by the pain in an instant."

Berg rubbed his still dizzy head and sighed with lingering fear.

He finally understood why so many hunters went mad during the Trial of Death. In just the first stage, he was almost driven to madness by the pain, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses after staring at the sunlight.

"However, I should consider myself to have successfully digested the Cat Tail Potion by now."

Berg spread his hands, and he could feel that his body seemed to have become much lighter, but the space in the secret room was too small for him to try running to test his speed.

After a moment's thought, he took out a copper sol from his purse, tossed it lightly above his head, and then stared intently at the falling coin.

Under his gaze, the coin's descent seemed to slow down, falling little by little, stretching out the process from a mere instant to several seconds.

clang!
The copper coin eventually fell to the floor with a crisp clinking sound.

Berg could no longer suppress the smile on his face.

"Hahahaha!" He laughed heartily, looking up at the sky.

Through the simple test he just did, he could tell how dramatically his reaction speed had improved.

This undoubtedly shows that he has completely digested the Cat Tail Potion and successfully passed the first stage of the Trial of Death.

Swish!
Bang bang bang.

In an instant, his figure disappeared from the spot, leaping and flying across the walls of the secret room.

Despite the smooth wall offering no foothold, he walked with effortless ease, displaying the incredible balance of a cat.

"It's time to take the next potion. His Highness is still waiting for me to come out."

A moment later, Berg stood in front of the box, pondered for a moment, and then picked up the second bottle of Viper Potion.

The Trials of Death mention the difficulty of digesting potions, with the Bearskin Potion, which increases skin defense, being the most difficult. Therefore, it is usually placed at the end of the Trials of Death, as the third challenge is easier to digest successfully.

This is information that predecessors observed from countless mad hunters, and Berg has no intention of going against these valuable experiences.

Gudongdong.

He uncorked the bottle and swallowed the medicine along with the half-snake body that was soaking in it.

The moment the potion entered his stomach, an unprecedented, excruciating pain surged from all sides of his body like a tidal wave.

"You absolutely must hold on! If I go mad, His Highness will be heartbroken."

As his consciousness was gradually blurred by the pain, only this last thought remained in Berg's mind.

Sunset City, Black Market Exit.

The poet Damien looked at his empty money pouch and felt like crying.

But after glancing at the bag of tea he was carrying, a hint of satisfaction flashed across his handsome, poetic face.

After spending all his savings, he finally managed to buy a packet of Twilight Tea from the black market.

Sigh, I thought the price of ten copper sols a pack yesterday was already outrageous enough, but I never expected it to skyrocket to fifty copper sols a pack in just one day!
I should have bought it on the black market yesterday; I could have saved a lot of money.

What a misfortune!
Damien lamented the cruel twist of fate, but when he thought of his sister lying in her hospital bed waiting for him to bring back the Twilight Tea, a bright smile returned to his face.

After all, he can earn money again if he loses it, but he only has one family member, and once lost, they can never be regained.

Maybe after Elisa drinks the evening tea, her illness will get better, hehe~
With this beautiful fantasy in mind, the poet's steps became much lighter.

At the same time, he was also being watched by several people.

He's carrying a cup of evening tea.

"I haven't had tea for two days, I'm feeling really awful. How about we just rob him?"

"Who isn't? Let's go!"

boom!
Damien, who was happily humming a tune, felt a hard push on his back and almost fell to the ground.

At the same time, someone seized the tea bag he was carrying and ran forward quickly, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.

"Thank you for the tea."

The man who had pushed him earlier threw down two copper sols and then ran away in a hurry.

He was afraid that if he didn't hurry, his companion would finish the tea by himself.

"You, you!"

Damien hurriedly chased after them, but after running for a while, he stopped, panting. He knew he couldn't catch up with his useless body, so he went back to pick up the two bronze sols and then hurriedly sought out the patrolling guards nearby.

"You said something was stolen?" the guard asked, frowning.

“A packet of twilight tea, sir,” Damien said respectfully, panting.

"Wasn't the Twilight Tea Lord already banned? Where did you buy it from?" the guard questioned.

Damien: "."

After spending a great deal of effort to deceive the guards' questioning, Damien walked dejectedly down the street, clutching his last two copper sols.

As if to fit the occasion, a light sun shower began to fall from the originally sunny sky.

How unfortunate!

A thin mist gradually settled over the man's beautiful, snowflake-like eyes.

Tick ​​tock.

This time, he really cried.

The only dilapidated house in the bustling neighborhood.

After wandering around outside aimlessly for an unknown amount of time, Damien finally returned home.

dong dong.

He gently knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly, and Harris opened it with anticipation, but when he saw Damien empty-handed, his expression became puzzled.

"Where's the tea? Didn't you go to the black market to buy evening tea?"

"Stop hiding it, give it to me quickly! Elisa and I will each take half a packet. I feel terrible all over without tea!"

Harris rubbed his hands together, pressing for answers as eagerly as a fly on a hot stove.

"No, I was robbed on the way back. I don't have a single copper coin left," Damien said weakly, his arms hanging limply at his sides, letting the wind blow them.

"Oh dear, why did I give birth to such a useless son!"

After a moment of silence, Harris said angrily.

Unable to bear the itching and pain any longer, he collapsed onto the floor and rolled around in agony.

"I want tea! I want tea!" Harris shouted as he rolled around in the water.

Click.

To prevent his family scandal from spreading, Damien silently closed the door, then ignored his father's tantrum and stepped right past him.

He carefully pushed open the bedroom door and saw Elisa lying weakly in the blankets, her hair cascading down like a silver waterfall and scattered on the pillow, glistening with a sickly dampness.

Her whole body was burning hot, and her consciousness seemed to be blurred by the heat. Damien called her softly several times but received no response.

He gently held the girl's slender hand, and the heat from her fingertips made his heart feel as if it had been violently clenched.

"I'm sorry I couldn't bring you the evening tea."

"I'm probably the most irresponsible older brother."

Damien choked up as he tried to hold back his tears.

His mother taught him when he was a child that it's okay for a man to cry outside, but he should never cry at home, because a man is the backbone of a family and the source of security for all his family members.

But why is he so weak?
If he were a powerful knight, he could surely obtain the legendary healing potion that can cure most diseases in the world to save Elisa.

But he was merely a powerless bard, barely able to wield a sword, a grown man who could only rely on his looks to earn money to support his family.

Now, even the tea he bought with all his money, along with his hopes, has been taken away. He can only watch helplessly as his younger sister grows weaker and weaker. He is utterly useless now.
If Elisa dies from this illness, I will go to the underworld with her, since she has always been afraid of the dark.

Damien thought with utter despair.

"Perhaps he can even compose a song about the underworld then," the poet said self-deprecatingly.

"It's okay, bro... thank you."

At this moment, even though the girl on the bed was too weak to open her eyes, she still managed to speak with difficulty.

Her voice sounded as if it had been cut from a knife, each word hoarse, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

Upon hearing this, Damien couldn't help but shed tears.

He vowed that no matter the cost, even his body and his dignity, he would take his sister back from the brink of death.

Because she's only sixteen. After suffering so much with him, she's finally grown into a beautiful young woman. She should meet a man who truly loves her and live happily ever after.

Instead of withering away in a hospital bed just as they begin to see the bright spring sunshine.

"If you have any trouble, you can come to Red Fox Castle to find me." Recalling the words left by that lord, Damien decided that he would be shameless and plead with that kind lord.

If that person agrees, his life will belong to that person from now on.

If he were to refuse, that would be perfectly reasonable. He would then compose a piece of music in gratitude to repay the great man's kindness before going to the underworld with Elisa.

(End of this chapter)