"How is it just that?" Hearing Feixiao's question, Sylvester casually helped her broaden her train of thought. "If someone drinks alcohol and then drives this kind of car, does that count as a drunk wandering around, or as drunk driving?"
"And if it counts as drunk driving? Before traffic enforcement can stop them, the crafty drunk turns the car off and insists they never drove at all?"
Hiss~ mm~~
Feixiao sucked in a sharp breath, her expression twisting into deep difficulty.
She knew far too well what kinds of bizarre traffic accidents happened in Yaoqing every single day—what Sylvester described was absolutely not impossible.
When it came to the future prospects of this Curio, her thoughts had already diverged completely from the trio of the Interastral Peace Corporation, turning decidedly pessimistic.
The IPC only needed to think about how to make money, but as the chief officer of the Sky-Faring Commission of Yaoqing, she had far more to take into consideration.
Just as Sylvester said, if many people started driving this kind of "concept car," a huge number of traffic regulations would be riddled with loopholes.
Aside from drunk driving, when someone driving a normal car encounters someone driving a concept car, should they still "yield to pedestrians"?
If two people driving concept cars crash into each other, limbs shattered all over the place, does that count as a traffic accident—or assault and battery?
The grassroots employees of the Sky-Faring Commission would probably go insane just trying to handle these hard-to-define traffic incidents.
By comparison, driver's licenses were actually one of the easiest issues to resolve.
After thinking for a long time without reaching any conclusion, Feixiao could only shake her head.
Her two fox ears swayed along with her head, the twin earrings clinking softly.
She said with some relief, "Luckily, what we got was only a car, not its design blueprints."
Then she said to Jingliu, "With just your single vehicle, things are much easier. You don't go out very often anyway. As for permits and paperwork, just give Jing Yuan a heads-up and have him deliver them to you."
Jingliu nodded. On the Xianzhou, her identity indeed wasn't suitable for parading around in something so eye-catching.
As for a driver's license—would Jing Yuan really dare say no?
She forcibly stood up from her suspended seated position, and the engine's sound vanished at once.
Click.
The tip of her shoe touched the ground with a crisp sound as Jingliu landed lightly.
Setting the steering wheel aside, she first shifted her gaze to the second Curio, then silently looked at Sylvester.
"As for this second Curio, it's called [Drowsy Black Tea]."
Meeting Jingliu's gaze, Sylvester immediately understood. He smiled and said, "This is a special kind of tea leaf. Unlike other products that refresh and stimulate the mind, tea brewed from this will knock you straight out the moment you drink it—even if you're standing."
After speaking, he spread his hands. "Of course, that's for ordinary people. For Pathstriders, unless they completely refrain from resisting, it's hard for it to take effect. But since it has absolutely no side effects, it can serve as a superior substitute for sleeping pills, suitable for people with insomnia."
Compared to that bizarre "concept car" from earlier, this Curio's effect was much more normal.
And precisely because it was too normal, Jingliu had no particular interest in it.
She activated levitation and drifted over to the chair by the counter. Her small hands braced against the tabletop, her posture ramrod straight, just barely ensuring that her small head wasn't blocked from view.
"Then what about this one?" she asked, pointing at a Curio shaped like a keyboard.
Sylvester looked at the utterly ordinary plastic keyboard, his gaze turning playful. "This one? It's called the [Keyboard Immortal]."
"Keyboard Immortal…"
Jingliu rolled the concise two words around in her mouth, curiosity stirring in her heart.
Judging by the name, it had to be something god-tier among keyboards. Then what kind of ability would be worthy of the word "immortal"?
It definitely wasn't something mundane!
The others were equally interested. The three from the IPC quietly discussed whether they should negotiate with Jingliu and buy up the things she wasn't interested in at a higher price.
Just like the concept car earlier—for Jingliu, it was merely a means of transportation. But in the IPC's hands, if it were handed over to the Intelligentsia Guild and eventually mass-produced, it would undoubtedly become a star product for decades, if not centuries!
While they were thinking about how to maximize profits, Feixiao and Jingliu were strangely in sync.
She asked, "Sylvester, this thing's combat power should be pretty strong, right?"
"Combat power? Hmm… in a certain sense, it's absurdly strong."
Hearing Feixiao's question, Sylvester pinched his chin and thought for a moment. "It depends on how you define it."
He grabbed the keyboard and connected it to the holographic computer he usually used.
Typing a few words casually, he said, "This keyboard contains the entire profanity vocabulary of the Xianzhou Alliance, the Astral Express, the Cosmos, slang, and a whole series of spicy phrases representing the highest quality the universe has to offer. Just typing a few lines is enough to make anyone who sees it emotionally shaken and furious. Someone with slightly weaker mental fortitude might suffer a heart attack on the spot—getting so angry they die is entirely possible."
"Ah??"
[⊙_⊙]?
Everyone's expressions froze solid after hearing Sylvester's explanation.
So it was that kind of combat power?
They watched Sylvester clatter away on the [Keyboard Immortal], already at a loss for what kind of expression they should use to face this Curio.
Because sure enough, they saw it with their own eyes—on the holographic screen, a very classic, commonly used greeting, after being output through this keyboard, turned into something utterly obscene.
It was the kind of thing that would make a saint want to kill, a god want to descend to the mortal realm, and even a venerable monk deeply versed in Buddhist teachings immediately renounce his vows and beat someone senseless amid blooming red flowers.
At that moment, the people of the Xianzhou and the IPC found themselves in complete agreement for the first time.
"Absolutely no class!"
Feixiao looked at the keyboard with open disdain. Even someone like her, long accustomed to military camps and all manner of filthy jokes, couldn't adapt to such vulgar "literature."
Though it was only text, just reading it made her teeth ache—clear proof of how awful it sounded.
And those filthy words were automatically generated.
Using this thing online, if the other side didn't crawl through the network cable to beat you up, it wouldn't be because they were good-tempered—it'd be because they couldn't!
"There are classy ones too!"
Seeing their reactions, Sylvester casually typed a few more words.
"'I have something to say—pray that you listen in silence?'" Jingliu, the closest one, read the line aloud.
"That's right." Sylvester nodded. "This is a precious record of a top-tier loyal minister verbally killing a treacherous second minister. It's a prime example of insulting without profanity, yet possessing tremendous lethality."
His little finger tapped the Enter key, and lines of text automatically appeared on the screen.
Even though Sylvester said there were no dirty words this time, everyone still mentally braced themselves, steeling their nerves as if preparing to eat fermented herring.
But after reading just a single line, they were immediately captivated.
"You wolf-hearted, dog-lunged wretches run rampant in court; sycophantic lackeys grovel their way into power, until the state is reduced to ruins and the common people suffer utter devastation!"
This insult-themed piece not only used grand diction, but also had a clear and well-structured framework, flowing smoothly when read aloud.
As for its momentum, it was free and majestic—a surge of righteous energy, as if one were carrying out justice against the greatest evil under heaven.
Unexpectedly, it brought a sense of exhilaration and catharsis!
It made one almost want to find an enemy and recite the entire piece straight at them, head-on!
"Shameless old thief! Do you not know that all under heaven wish to eat your flesh alive? How dare you wag your tongue here!"
…
The more Feixiao read, the more excited she became, the more exhilarated she felt. Her voice unconsciously grew more forceful and ringing as the text continued.
Upon reaching the final line, she couldn't help but mutter excitedly, "A spine-broken cur, and you dare bark madly before my army's ranks? I have never seen such a brazenly shameless person!"
"I've learned it!"
The moment she finished reading, she slammed her palm heavily on the table and said with fervor, "Next time I run into Borisin on the battlefield, I'll challenge them like this!"
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