No one knew what had happened last night.
At least, no one appeared to know.
Having been woken by Bard in the middle of the night, Albert was not in particularly good spirits that morning. Covering a yawn with his hand, he leisurely flipped through the Bullfighting Daily.
After Ishus personally tested the bottle of Liquid Luck from last night, it had been proven harmless. Ishus had also successfully collected the remaining payment of 1,000 gold coins from the Bullfighting Daily. Including the initial two hundred gold coins, Albert received six hundred gold coins, along with a bottle of Liquid Luck that would last roughly two days. He had also completed the panel mission along the way.
"You look rather sleepy." Diana, the bar owner, came over to inform Albert of the gathering time. "By the way, where is Mr. Bard?"
"He should still be asleep. We talked until quite late last night before turning in," Albert said, putting down the newspaper.
"Oh, and one more thing." Before leaving, Diana turned back and said, "After the Barnaby Finley Excellent Spellcasting Technique competition concludes, there will be a small banquet prepared specifically for you and the judges. Please make sure to stay until it is over before leaving."
Albert watched Diana's retreating figure and slightly raised his eyebrows. He thought of something Bard had mentioned to him.
At that moment, Albert sensed someone watching him. He picked up the newspaper again as cover and quietly glanced in a certain direction.
The Bullfighting Daily's special correspondent was sitting there.
Albert suddenly understood why the man had been secretly studying him. He was observing whether Albert displayed any symptoms caused by overdosing on Liquid Luck.
Should I tease him a little?
A strange mischievous impulse rose in Albert's heart, but he quickly suppressed