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Chapter 348: Chapter 257: Stupidity Curse Chapter 348: Chapter 257: Stupidity Curse Hayna left, and it was about three or four hours later when Sherlock finally came home.

Aiwass sat on the sofa with crossed legs, fingers interlaced and resting on his abdomen.

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, “I’ve waited for you for a long time, Sherlock.

I told you before that I was coming.”

“Thank you for that,”

Sherlock’s expression was somewhat exhausted after he entered the house, “I’m glad you could wait for so long without leaving, my friend.”

Afterward, he asked Mrs.

Mina for a cup of hot brandy to relieve his headache.

Mrs.

Mina hesitated a bit, but still agreed to it.

“You’re drinking?”

Witnessing Sherlock’s reaction, Aiwass was taken aback.

He remembered that Sherlock was the type to get drunk easily, and didn’t have the best tolerance.

For this reason, he normally wouldn’t touch alcohol—it would embarrass him.

But Aiwass didn’t stop Sherlock.

He wanted to see the look of regret on Sherlock’s face after he sobered up.

“I need to drink something; I have a bit of a headache,”

Sherlock held his forehead, frowning deeply, “After I ‘came back to life,’ Director Kent took me away to solve the backlog of cases.

I’ve been busy until now, but I finally cleared the cases from this period.”

“…That’s not right.”

Aiwass was puzzled, “Logically, that workload shouldn’t make you feel tired, right?”

Sherlock is an old workhorse.

Moreover, he was the kind who volunteered for overtime and actively sought it—he was like a large dog, brimming with boundless energy.

If he didn’t diffuse that energy through work, a sort of “walk for the dog,” he would become uncomfortable and restless at home.@@novelbin@@

He could even work for three days straight, sleeping only four or five hours in total.

And even then, he would only feel fatigue; a good sleep and he would bounce back refreshed.

Furthermore, Sherlock had progressed in rank—his cognitive abilities should have been further developed accordingly.

“It’s not fatigue.

It’s a headache,”

Sherlock corrected Aiwass.

“What’s the difference?”

“Both are dying of hunger, but one is from malnutrition, and the other is from overeating after a long hunger.

I am the latter.”

Sherlock provided an accurate analogy.

He sat heavily on the couch and began to wolf down the cookies Mrs.

Mina had baked for Aiwass, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

After grabbing three handfuls of cookies, his complexion started to look a bit better.

“This promotion didn’t really enhance my physical fitness much, but it greatly enhanced my brain…

I can hardly control my brain now.

“Even when the problem is simple, and I’ve almost immediately thought of the answer, it starts rambling on its own, analyzing a bunch of meaningless things…”

Sherlock paused, adding, “It’s like after attending a concert, lying down to sleep, and having echoes arise in my mind from time to time.

My damn brain now keeps thinking, over and over again, about things that already have answers!”

“So you need alcohol to numb your brain,”

Aiwass realized, “Seems like your promotion gave you some nice benefits.”

“Hmm.

It’s a bit troublesome, but it should be a good thing,”

Sherlock didn’t overreact, just nodded in acknowledgment, “I just can’t control it yet.

If it keeps pushing me to deduce the details and interpersonal relations of those dozen cases, I won’t be able to sleep at all.

“With the brain this active, even if I do fall asleep, I’d probably have nightmares.”

“That’s why ‘Dream Traversing Monks’ belong to the Path of Wisdom.”

Aiwass said with a chuckle, “Your condition now, I know what it is.

“It occasionally occurs in Parthian Ancient Country, even in Narcissus Duchy.

It’s called ‘Spiritual Dissonance,’ a disease caused when your spirit is much stronger than your body.”

“Can you save me, doctor?”

Sherlock sighed, “This is the first time I’ve felt that thinking is actually such a painful thing…

mainly because it simply can’t stop, and is also happening along several threads at the same time, mainly because even if I want them to stop it’s not possible…

I’ve even started to remember my college classmates, my brain is continuously analyzing them…

Thank you, Mrs.

Mina.”

As he spoke, he took the steaming hot apple cider that was Mrs.

Mina’s specialty.

Sherlock didn’t hesitate and drained it in one go, obviously trying to force a shutdown through this means.

“Because the Legal Mage profession itself is mainly about enhancing rationality, and Mages even more so.

You originally had a good foundation, and after two percentage enhancements, the excessive strength of rationality leads to a spiritual dissonance.

“Your soul, in order to balance this dissonance, will start to draw strength from your body to enhance your sensibility, and constantly channel the excess rationality into your brain…

That’s why you become impulsive, and why you become extremely tired, and also why your brain can’t stop thinking.”

Aiwass explained, “Simply put, it’s genius syndrome.

It’s not a big problem…

Your brain just needs some time to adapt.

The Path of Wisdom is like this at higher levels—without violently reconstructing your brain like this, you wouldn’t be able to adapt to higher levels of Wisdom.”

“But I’m in agony, you stupid Fox!”

Sherlock’s voice was slightly louder.

He quickly realized that he had lost control of his emotions again, so he massaged his temples with a headache, “In this case, I can’t sleep at night.

Without sufficient rest, I can’t start working, let alone accompany you to investigate Eagle Cape Village…”

“Come here.”

Aiwass sighed, and his right hand lightly shone with brilliance.

Sherlock immediately shut up, drew close, and closed his eyes—because the light emitted from Aiwass’s hand was so intense, it was even piercing through closed eyelids.

Soon, he felt Aiwass press the palm on his forehead.

A steady flow of warmth surged in, as if soaking in a hot spring, being gently caressed by the warm, gentle water…

It was as if something warm was melting away in his brain, and he couldn’t help but shiver.

The accumulated fatigue melted away in the blink of an eye, and the headache from the jumbled thoughts was gradually soothed.

Sherlock couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling this seldom quietness.

But then, Aiwass removed his right hand.

Sherlock immediately realized what was happening—as soon as Aiwass took his hand away, Sherlock’s brain slowly started to turn again.

“…That doesn’t seem to get to the root of the problem, Fox!”

Sherlock clutched his head, feeling some discomfort.

“It’s just to make you suffer less for now.”

Aiwass said coldly, standing up and walking towards Lily.

From her waist bag, Aiwass found black goat wool, charcoal, a small wooden doll, ginger oil, rosemary oil, and a black crystal shard.

Aiwass came over unceremoniously and plucked a lock of hair from Sherlock’s head—it was a lock, not a single hair, and the pain made Sherlock jump up from the couch in an instant.

“Still have a headache?”

Aiwass confirmed the extent of Sherlock’s headache.

Then in front of Sherlock, he began to set up the ritual.

Dammit, how could it not hurt!

Sherlock was about to curse, but watching the scene, he quieted down and swallowed the words he was about to say.

He watched as Aiwass cut his own finger, applied the blood to the heart of the doll, and wrapped Sherlock’s hair around the doll’s forehead.

Then he channeled his mana into the black crystal shard, crushed it, and inserted some of the sharp pieces, like daggers, into the doll’s forehead and heart.

Seeing this, Sherlock, who had initially thought Aiwass was going to use the ritual to heal him, raised an eyebrow, “Is this a ritual?”

“It’s a Curse.”

Aiwass answered casually, his hands still moving, “Curse of Ignorant Fog…

Of course, I prefer to call it the Stupidity Curse.”

Immediately afterward, Aiwass wrapped it with the black goat wool, lit a fire with the charcoal, and placed the doll into it.

As Aiwass chanted, Sherlock gradually felt as if a hazy fog had risen in his brain.

The constant headache from the active thinking started to dissipate as well.

“…

Can a curse heal sickness?”

Sherlock covered his forehead, somewhat astonished.

“Even poison can save lives.”

Aiwass chuckled, “Learn from it, little brother!

You better thank me!”

Sherlock clenched his teeth, and was about to retort, but then remembered that Aiwass had just treated him.

He could only reluctantly say thanks.