Otto, with bleary eyes from drunkenness, stared at Losa, his brown eyes brimming with an unmistakable envy.
"Losa, how on earth did you do it?"
If you had a hook as well, then you could do it.
Losa remained silent for a while, supporting his swaying figure: "You've had too much to drink, go rest. We'll talk in detail when you sober up."
Otto opened his mouth, saying nothing, and instead slapped his head in frustration.
The alcohol of this era generally has a lower degree, but drinking too much still gets one drunk.
Those bar brawlers, who end up with head injuries, are the best evidence.
Moreover, the wine at Sibilla's banquet was clearly not your typical "fermented grape juice."
Losa called over a knight from the Habsburg Family to help Otto and escort him to a guest room.
Watching him leave, Losa's expression turned somewhat complicated.
The original Otto and Losa each had their strengths. Losa was skilled in personal martial arts, while Otto excelled in academics.
