Chapter 128

Second day of the tea ban.

Red Fox Castle, secret room.

Morning.

Boge woke up slowly from his coma, stood up supporting the cold floor, and stared blankly at a beam of golden sunlight slanting in from the iron fence at the top of the secret room.

Countless tiny dust particles floated in the sunlight, rotating and dancing in the light column.

Boge watched for a long time before his consciousness gradually returned.

I am in the secret room of Red Fox Castle, I am the attendant of His Highness, I took the Cat Tail Magic Potion earlier...

Thinking of this, Boge hurriedly looked at the magic potion box placed on the floor in front of him; sure enough, the magic potion in the first box of the three boxes had disappeared.

It seemed that after he drank the Cat Tail Magic Potion in one breath, he was submerged by a huge pain and completely lost consciousness.

"It's worthy of being called a death trial... When I took the Eagle Eye Magic Potion to be promoted to a hunter earlier, I wouldn't be shocked into a coma by the pain in an instant."

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

He finally understood why so many hunters would go crazy during the death trial; just the first level, he was almost shocked into an idiot by the pain, and he didn't know how long he watched the sunlight before he regained his senses.

"However, I should be considered to have successfully digested the Cat Tail Magic Potion now."

Boge spread his hands; 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 thinking for a moment, he took a Copper Thor out of his money bag, threw it lightly toward the top, and then stared intently at the falling coin.

Under his gaze, the falling process of this coin seemed to have been slowed down; it fell little by little, and the process that was originally just an instant seemed to have been stretched for several seconds.

Clang!

The coin finally fell to the floor, making a crisp collision sound.

And the corners of Boge's mouth could no longer be suppressed at this moment.

"Hahahaha!" He laughed at the sky, making a hearty laugh.

Through the simple test just now, he could judge how much his reaction speed had been improved by a leap.

And this undoubtedly explained that he had completely digested the Cat Tail Magic Potion and successfully passed the first level of the death trial.

Swoosh!

Bang, bang, bang.

In an instant, his figure disappeared from the spot, moving and shifting on the walls of the secret room.

The smooth wall without any leverage, he walked on it as if it were flat ground, just like the incredible balance of a cat.

"Should take the next magic potion, His Highness is still waiting for me to go out."

A moment later, Boge stood in front of the box, thought for a moment, and picked up the second Viper Magic Potion.

The death trial mentioned the difficulty of digesting magic potions, among which the Bear Skin Magic Potion that increases skin defense is the most difficult, so it is usually placed at the end of the death trial as the third level, which is easier to digest successfully.

This is information observed by predecessors from countless crazy hunters, and Boge is not prepared to violate these precious experiences.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

He opened the bottle stopper and swallowed the potion along with the half-section of snake body soaked in it.

The moment the magic potion entered his abdomen, an unprecedented severe pain struck from all directions of his body like a wave.

"Must, must hold on, if I go crazy, His Highness will be sad..."

Just as his consciousness was gradually blurred by the pain, this was the last thought left in Boge's mind.

Sunset City, black market exit.

The bard Damien looked at the empty money bag on his waist and wanted to cry without tears.

But after looking at the bag of tea leaves he was carrying, a trace of relief flashed on his handsome face, which was as beautiful as a poem and painting.

Finally, after spending all the salary he had saved, he successfully bought a bag of Twilight Tea from the black market.

Sigh, I thought the price of ten Copper Thors per tea bag yesterday was exaggerated enough, but I didn't expect that in just one day, it had soared to fifty Copper Thors per tea bag!

If I had known, I would have gone to the black market to buy it yesterday, and I could have saved a large sum of money.

It's really unfortunate!

Damien lamented the fate's teasing of him, but after thinking of his younger sister waiting for him to bring back Twilight Tea on the sickbed, a brilliant smile appeared on his face again.

After all, if the money is gone, he can go to work to earn it again, but there is only one family member, and once lost, it will not be there again.

Maybe after Alisa drinks Twilight Tea, her illness will get better, hehe~

Holding this beautiful fantasy, the bard's steps became much lighter.

At the same time, he was also targeted by a few people.

"Is that Twilight Tea he's carrying..."

"Haven't drunk tea for two days, I'm almost dying of discomfort. Should we rob him?"

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

Bang!

Damien, who was happily humming a little tune, felt someone push his back fiercely. He stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

At the same time, someone took the opportunity to snatch the tea bag he was carrying and ran forward at high speed, disappearing at the corner in the blink of an eye.

"Thanks for your tea."

The person who pushed him earlier threw down two copper Thors and ran away in a hurry.

He was afraid that if he didn't hurry, his companion would drink the tea alone.

"You, you!"

Damien hurriedly chased after them, but after running for a while, he stopped, panting.

He knew that it was impossible for his weak body to catch up, so he went back to pick up the two copper Thors and hurriedly found the guards patrolling nearby.

"You said what of yours was stolen?" The guard asked with a frown.

"A bag of Twilight Tea leaves, my lord." Damien said respectfully, panting.

"Twilight Tea? Didn't the Lord already ban it? Where did you buy it!" The guard questioned.

Damien: "..."

After spending a lot of effort to fool the guard's questioning, Damien walked on the street dejectedly, holding the remaining two copper Thors.

As if to set the scene, the originally sunny sky also began to rain sun showers.

It's really unfortunate!

A thin mist gradually covered the man's snowflake-like beautiful eyes.

Drip, drop, drip, drop.

This time, he really cried out.

The only dilapidated house in the prosperous neighborhood.

I don't know how long he wandered unconsciously outside, but Damien finally returned home.

Knock, knock.

He knocked on the door lightly.

The door opened quickly, and Harris opened the door with expectation, but after seeing Damien, who was empty-handed, his expression became puzzled again.

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

"Don't hide it, give it to me quickly. I'll take half a bag with Alisa. Without tea to drink, your father is almost dying of discomfort!"

Harris rubbed his hands and chased after him anxiously like a fly on a stove.

"It's gone, it was snatched away on the way back. Now I don't have a single copper coin on me..." Damien said powerlessly, his arms hanging weakly at his sides, letting the wind blow.

"Sigh, how did I give birth to a useless son like you!"

After a moment of silence, Harris said angrily.

He could no longer endure the itching and pain on his body and rolled back and forth on the floor.

"I want tea, I want tea!" Harris shouted loudly while rolling.

Click.

To prevent family ugliness from being exposed, Damien closed the door silently, then ignored his old father's rolling and screaming, and stepped over him directly.

He carefully pushed open the bedroom door and saw Alisa lying weakly in the quilt, her hair cascading down like a silver waterfall, scattered on the pillow, shining with a sickly wet light.

Her whole body was flushed and scorching, her consciousness seemed to be blurred by the burning, and Damien called her several times, but couldn't get any response.

He held the girl's thin hand gently, and the high temperature from her fingertips made his heart ache as if it had been fiercely pinched.

"I'm sorry... I couldn't bring back Twilight Tea for you."

"I'm probably the most incompetent brother."

Damien choked up, trying hard to hold back his tears from flowing out.

His mother taught him when he was little that it's okay for a man to cry outside, but no matter what, he cannot cry at home, because a man is the backbone of a family and the source of a sense of security for all family members.

But why is he so weak!

If he were a powerful knight, he would definitely be able to beg for the healing magic potion that is rumored to be able to cure most diseases in the world to save Alisa.

But he was just a powerless bard, couldn't even swing a sword a few times, and a grown man could only rely on his looks to exchange for the money to support his family.

Now, even the tea leaves exchanged for all his money, along with hope, were snatched away, and he could only watch his own sister become weaker and weaker bit by bit. He was completely useless...

If Alisa dies of illness because of this, I will go to the underworld with her. After all, she has always been afraid of the dark.

Damien thought very gloomily.

Maybe he could create a song of the underworld by then, the bard mocked himself.

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

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

Her voice sounded like it was cut out of a knife, every word was hoarse, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

Hearing this sentence, Damien's tears still flowed out uncontrollably.

He swore that no matter what the cost, even if it was his body and his dignity, he must snatch his sister back from the face of death.

Because she was only sixteen years old, after suffering so much hardship following him, she finally grew into a beautiful girl and should meet a man who truly loves her and then live happily ever after.

Instead of just seeing the bright spring light and then withering on the sickbed.

"If you have difficulties, you can come to Red Fox Castle to find me." Recalling the words left by that lord, Damien decided that he would be shameless once and beg that kind lord for mercy.

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

If he refuses... that is also reasonable. He will compose a piece of music with gratitude to repay that lord's kindness, and then follow Alisa to the underworld.

(End of chapter)