Of course, this also included his parents' tumultuous and sad romantic history, especially after hearing that his mother had passed away early and his father was now seriously ill.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and with a look of pity, she felt a pang of sympathy for Karl deep in her heart.
She knew very well that this was a sign of Karl's trust in her; otherwise, who would reveal so many secrets to someone they had only known for two days, just over a single dinner?
One must know that even among friends, such a confession isn't always made.
As time passed and the night deepened, the wine Triss had prepared and the wine Karl brought were unknowingly finished by the two of them.
Of course, Karl consumed most of it; Triss only drank a small portion.
At this moment, Triss was sprawled on the dining table, her red lips occasionally parting, a faint smile on her face, murmuring softly as if talking in her sleep.
Seeing this, Karl smiled helplessly, thinking, "Heh, she can't hold her liquor but tries to drink anyway. How can she get drunk from such low-alcohol wine?"
So, Karl went to Triss's side, slowly bent down, and gently lifted her into his arms.
His left hand was on her smooth back, and his right hand was under her knees. In a princess carry, he took Triss to her bedroom and placed her on the velvet bed.
Just as he bent down to place Triss on the bed and was about to stand up and leave,
Triss, in a deep sleep, raised her delicate arm and wrapped it around his head, then propped herself up and kissed him with her red lips.
Karl's eyes widened in surprise, an incredulous expression on his face.
"?! Oh no, I think I fell into a trap! I wondered why I got drunk so quickly after just a few sips of wine."
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He had heard before that when a woman who likes you drinks, even a small sip can make her completely drunk.
If that woman doesn't like you, she can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk; no amount of pouring will work.
That night, Karl practiced planking for three hours alone.
As for the number of standard push-ups, he had already lost count, but this knightly duel ended with his complete victory.
In the morning, Triss, who usually woke up early, surprisingly slept for two extra hours before gradually waking up.
Triss vaguely reached out her hand and felt the spot beside her.
The figure was already gone, leaving only a slightly cold and empty bed.
She opened her eyes, pushed aside her messy hair, propped herself up against the pillow, and looked to her left, seeing Karl's figure standing on the balcony.
She got dressed, experiencing some unavoidable pain from the pulling.
She slowly walked to Karl's side, rested her head on his arm, and looked out at the rising sun in the distance.
"Karl, you're up so early. I thought you'd sleep in a bit longer."
"I'm used to waking up early. I love basking in the sun; it makes me feel the meaning of life."
"Hmm, perhaps you're not suited to be a knight. You should be a philosophy professor," Triss teased with a faint smile.
Then, Triss changed the subject. She hesitated for a moment before slowly opening her mouth to ask,
"Karl, can I know... why you dislike Keira?"
When Triss asked this question, her heart was very anxious. She was afraid Karl would get angry because of it, but Keira was her good friend.
If it weren't for their relationship having progressed further, she truly wouldn't have asked such a presumptuous question.
Hearing Triss's puzzled inquiry, Karl was silent for a moment, then replied calmly,
"Yesterday morning, I entrusted a guard to deliver a letter to her. She only glanced at it twice before burning it."
"And that letter was one of the few remaining mementos of my mother. Not only that, she also spoke demeaning and insulting remarks about my mother."
After Triss learned the reason, she opened her mouth but ultimately did not defend Keira.
From her in-depth conversations with Karl, she knew he was someone who valued family greatly.
Keira's actions were not only an insult to Karl's mother but also trampled on Karl's dignity.
Although Keira was her good friend, sometimes Keira's behavior was indeed very displeasing.
She had gotten used to it because when they were together at the academy, Keira wasn't as bad as she was now.
Keira's personality had changed over many years, causing Triss to almost get used to it, which is why she tolerated some of Keira's actions.
"Triss, is Keira your good friend?"
Triss nodded affirmatively, looking at Karl with a complex expression.
"If she doesn't provoke me, I'm too lazy to bother with her. I won't forget this matter."
"Perhaps one day I'll settle accounts with her, but for your sake, her life won't be in danger."
"I understand. Thank you for your understanding, Karl," Triss smiled.
She knew this was the biggest concession Karl could make for her sake; asking for more would be pushing her luck.
"Oh, by the way, Karl, are you a Witcher?"
"Of course not. I don't even have amber cat eyes. Why do you suddenly ask that?"
"Hmph, your extraordinary physical endurance last night, and the resonance of magic when we were intimate—all signs indicate that your physique is unusual."
"Two possibilities: either you're lying, or you possess sorcerous talent but it hasn't been discovered."
At this point, Triss extended two fingers and wiggled them in front of Karl's eyes with a half-smile.
Hearing this, Karl was stunned. That's not right, is it? With Superman's abilities, he indeed doesn't possess the talent to cast magic.
Although a certain version of Superman could indeed cast magic, that wasn't a talent Superman himself possessed.
Instead, it was only after merging with a demon that he gained the ability to cast spells.
Superman's innate abilities are more reflected on the physical level, especially in the early and middle stages.
But if he could have an additional long-range special attack method, he wouldn't mind.
Currently, the growth cycle he needs is too long, at least starting in units of years.
It's 1251 now. By the time he grows to the strength a normal Superman should have, the White Frost would have ended many years ago.
However, the strength of a normal Superman is clearly insufficient to resolve the White Frost, as mentioned before, it's more reflected on the physical side, not the magical side.
Dealing with time and space magic is simply too difficult for Superman.
Unless his strength reaches Golden Superman level, that would be simple; he could solve the problem with a flick of his hand.
But the growth cycle of Golden Superman is even more outrageous, directly in units of epochs, and even Silver Superman is still very far away.
Currently, his primary goal is to accelerate his own growth and increase his attack methods.
Relying solely on punching is simply inferior when dealing with magic-side enemies.
Before he grows up, there are plenty of spells that can deal with him.
Karl stroked his chin, turned his head, and asked Triss,
"Then, beautiful Lady Triss, do you have a way to detect... if I possess magical talent?"
"Of course, just a small detection spell, only a few seconds."