Of course, this also included the painful and sorrowful emotional experiences of his parents, especially after hearing that his mother had died young and his father was now gravely ill.
She couldn't help but tear up, a look of pity on her face, and she felt sorry for Karl in her heart.
She was well aware that Karl trusted her; otherwise, who would share a bunch of secrets with someone they had only known for two days over dinner?
You know, even between friends, they don't talk like that.
As time passed and the night grew deeper, the wine Triss had prepared and the wine Karl had brought were unknowingly consumed by the two of them.
Of course, Karl handled most of the drinking, while Triss only drank about half.
At this time, Triss was lying on her side on the dining table, her red lips occasionally parting and closing, smiling weakly and whispering softly, as if talking in her sleep.
Seeing this, Karl smiled helplessly, thinking: "Heh, if you're not a good drinker, why try to learn? And the wine isn't weak; can you handle getting drunk?"
So Karl approached Triss, slowly bent down, and gently embraced her.
He placed his left hand on her smooth back and his right hand on the curve of her calf, and in a princess carry, brought Triss to her bedroom and laid her on the velvet bed.
Just as he bent down to lay Triss on the bed and was about to stand up and leave,
Triss, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, raised her lotus-like arm to wrap around his head, lifted her upper body, and kissed him with her red lips.
Karl's eyes widened in surprise, an expression of disbelief on his face.
"?! She's faking it, it seems I've been caught! I was wondering, after just a few sips of wine, how could she get drunk so fast?"
He had heard before that a woman who loves you will get drunk even if she takes a single sip when drinking.
If that woman doesn't love you, a thousand cups won't get her drunk; no matter how much you pour, it's useless.
That night, Karl trained on the parallel bars for three hours.
As for the number of standard push-ups, he doesn't remember clearly, but that knight's duel ended with his complete victory.
Early the next morning, Triss, who usually rose early, unexpectedly slept for another two hours before gradually waking up.
Triss drowsily reached out and touched the space beside her.
The figure was gone, leaving only a slightly cool and empty bed.
She opened her eyes, pushed aside her disheveled hair, sat up leaning on the pillow, and looked to the left to see Karl standing on the balcony.
She put on her clothes, inevitably pulling and causing some pain.
She slowly walked over to Karl, resting her head on his arm and looking at the rising sun in the distance.
"Karl, you're up so early. I thought you'd sleep a little longer."
"I'm used to getting up early. I love enjoying the sun; it makes me feel life is meaningful."
"Hmm, maybe you're not suited to be a knight; you should become a philosophy professor," Triss teased with a slight smile.
Immediately, Triss changed her mind, hesitated a little, and then slowly opened her mouth to ask.
"Karl, I know... Why do you hate Keira?"
Triss was very nervous when she asked this, afraid that Karl would get angry because of it, but Keira was her good friend.
If it weren't for her future relationship with Karl, she wouldn't have asked such a presumptuous question.
Hearing Triss's questioning, Karl was silent for a while, then replied indifferently.
"Yesterday morning, I entrusted a letter to some guards to deliver to her, and she burned it after just two glances."
"And that letter is one of the few surviving keepsakes of my mother. Not only that, but she also made demeaning and insulting remarks about my mother."
When Triss learned the reason, she opened her mouth but did not defend Keira.
From her conversation with Karl, she understood that Karl was a person who greatly valued family affection.
And Keira's behavior not only insulted Karl's mother but also trampled on his dignity.
Although Keira was her good friend, sometimes Keira's style was indeed very unpleasant.
She was used to getting along at the academy as usual, and Keira hadn't been as bad as she was now.
Keira's character had changed over the years, and she had almost gotten used to it, and everyone tolerated some of Keira's actions.
"Triss, is Keira your good friend?"
Triss nodded in agreement, looking at Karl with a complex expression.
"She didn't take the initiative to provoke me, so I won't even pay attention to her. I won't forget about this."
"Maybe one day I'll settle it with her, but for your sake, her life won't be in danger."
"I understand. Thank you for understanding, Karl." Triss smiled.
She knew this was the biggest concession Karl could make for her, and it was already a significant step.
"By the way, Karl, are you a Witcher?"
"Of course not. I don't even have amber cat-like pupils. Why do you suddenly ask?"
"Hmm, last night you... your exceptional physical strength and the resonance of magic during close contact are all signs that your physique is not ordinary."
"Two possibilities: either you're lying, or you have a sorcerer's talent that hasn't been awakened."
Saying this, Triss smilingly extended two fingers and wiggled them in front of Karl's eyes.
Hearing this, Karl was stunned. Was that true? With Superman's abilities, he really didn't have a talent for wielding magic.
Although a certain version of Superman could indeed wield magic, it wasn't a talent Superman possessed himself.
Instead, it was based on the ability to cast spells after merging with a demon.
Superman's natural abilities were more reflected on the physical level, especially in the early and middle stages.
But if there were an additional method for long-range special attacks, he wouldn't mind.
Currently, the cycle required for his own growth was too long, at least taking years to start showing results.
It was now the year 1251, and by the time he grew and reached the necessary strength, the White Frost would have already arrived years ago.
But ordinary super strength was clearly insufficient to solve the White Frost; as mentioned, it was more reflected on the physical side than in magic.
When it came to time and space spells, that was really too difficult.
Unless his strength reached the level of a golden superhero, everything would be simple—just raise a hand to solve the problem.
However, the growth cycle of a golden superhero was even more outrageous; in this era, even a silver superhero was very far off.
At present, his main goal was to accelerate his own growth and increase his attack methods.
Just clenching his fists when facing enemies with magic to test them would make him merely subordinate.
Before he grew, there were spells that could handle him.
Karl touched his chin, turned his head to Triss, and asked.
"Well then, beautiful Miss Triss, do you have a way to discern... whether I have a magical gift?"
"Of course, just a little detection magic, just a few seconds."