Chapter 259 The Curse of Mental Idiotism

After Haina left, about three or four hours passed before Sherlock finally returned home.

Aiwass crossed his fingers in front of his abdomen and lay on the sofa with his legs crossed.

His tone was somewhat dissatisfied. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Sherlock. I told you I was coming before."

"Thank you then."

Sherlock looked a little tired after entering the room. "I'm glad you waited for me for so long, my friend."

Then he asked Mrs. Mina for a glass of hot brandy to relieve his headache.

Mrs. Mina hesitated, but agreed.

"You want to drink?"

And seeing Sherlock's reaction, Aiwass was shocked.

He still remembered that Sherlock would get drunk easily and his drinking behavior was not very good. Because of this, he would never touch alcohol at all - because it would make him look bad.

But Aiwass didn't stop Sherlock.

He just wanted to see Sherlock's regretful look after he sobered up.

"I need to drink something. I have a headache."

Sherlock covered his forehead with his hands, frowning. "After I was 'resurrected', Director Kent took me away to solve the backlog of cases. I've been busy until now, and finally solved all the cases during this period."

“…Isn’t that right?”

Aiwass was a little confused: "Logically speaking, this amount of work shouldn't make you feel tired, right?"

Sherlock is an old office worker.

He's the type who works overtime voluntarily and proactively—like a large dog, he has endless energy. If he doesn't work off his energy by "walking the dog" at work, he'll feel uncomfortable and restless at home.

He could even work for three days straight with only four or five hours of sleep in between, and even then, he would only feel tired and would be refreshed as soon as he woke up.

And Sherlock has completed his advancement - logically speaking, his brain power should be further developed.

"It's not tiredness. It's a headache."

Sherlock corrected Aiwass.

"What's the difference?"

"Both died of starvation, but one was starving to the point of malnutrition, while the other was starving for a long time and then overeating and dying of bloating. I was the latter."

Shylock gives a precise metaphor.

He plopped down on the sofa, picked up the cookies that Mrs. Mina had baked for Aiwas from the table, and began to eat them like a starving ghost.

He grabbed three handfuls of biscuits in a row before his expression looked better.

"This promotion has done very little to strengthen my physical fitness, but has greatly strengthened my brain... I can no longer control my brain.

"It was clearly just a simple question, and I figured out the answer almost immediately, but it started to think on its own, analyzing a bunch of meaningless things..."

Sherlock paused and added, "It's like after a concert, when you lie down to sleep, the echoes will come back to your head from time to time. My damn brain is constantly, repeatedly, and meaninglessly thinking about things that already have answers!"

"So you need to use alcohol to numb your brain."

Aiwass suddenly realized: "It seems that your promotion has given you some good benefits."

"Yeah. It's a bit troublesome, but it should be a good thing."

Sherlock didn't act pretentiously, but nodded in agreement, "It's just that I can't control it yet. If it keeps replaying the details of those dozen cases and the interpersonal relationships in my mind, I won't be able to sleep at all."

"With my brain so active, even if I fall asleep, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares."

"This is why the 'Dream Monk' belongs to the path of wisdom."

Aiwass said with a smile: "I know what the problem is with your current situation.

"This condition occasionally occurs in the Parthian Empire, and also in the Narcissus Principality. It's called 'Spirit-Body Disharmony,' a condition caused when your soul becomes much stronger than your body."

"Can you save me, doctor?"

Sherlock sighed. "This is the first time I've felt that thinking is such a painful thing... Mainly because it can't be stopped at all, and I'm thinking in several directions at the same time. Mainly because I can't stop them even if I want to... I'm already recalling my college classmates, and my mind is constantly analyzing them... Thank you, Madam Mina."

He said, accepting the glass of Madam Mina's signature hot apple cider.

Sherlock drank it all without hesitation or changing his expression, obviously wanting to force a shutdown in this way.

"Because the Law Mage is a profession that primarily strengthens rationality, and the Mage is even more so. Your foundation is already good, and with a two-percent increase, your overly strong rationality will cause your soul to become unbalanced.

"To balance this imbalance, your soul begins to draw strength from your body to strengthen your sensitivities, while constantly injecting excess rationality into your mind... This is why you become impulsive, why you become extremely tired, and why your brain can't stop thinking."

Aiwass explained, "Simply put, it's a genius disease. It's not a big deal... your brain will just adapt after a while. This is what happens when you reach a higher level of wisdom—without this kind of drastic brain transformation, you won't be able to adapt to higher levels of wisdom."

"But I'm miserable, you stupid fox!"

Sherlock said a little louder.

He quickly realized that his emotions were out of control again, so he rubbed his brow with a headache. "If this continues, I won't be able to sleep at night. If I don't get enough rest, I won't be able to start working, let alone accompany you to Eagle Cape Village for investigation..."

"Come here."

Aiwass sighed, and his right hand glowed faintly.

Sherlock immediately shut his mouth, moved closer and closed his eyes - because the light in Aiwass's hand was too strong, even with his eyes closed it would be dazzling.

Soon, he felt Aiwass press his palm to his forehead. A steady stream of warmth poured in, like soaking in a hot spring, the warm, gentle water pounding the back of his head... It was as if something warm was dissolving within his brain, and he couldn't help but shiver.

The accumulated fatigue melted away in the blink of an eye, and the brain that was aching due to the chaotic thoughts was gradually soothed.

Sherlock couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling this rare sense of tranquility.

But then, Aiwass took his right hand away.

Sherlock realized this immediately - because as soon as Aiwass took his hand away, Sherlock's mind immediately began to work slowly again.

"...It seems like there's no cure for the problem, fox!"

Sherlock covered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Just to make you feel less uncomfortable."

Aiwass said coldly, stood up and walked towards Lily.

In her waist bag, Aiwass found black goat wool, charcoal, a small puppet, ginger essential oil and rosemary essential oil, and a black crystal piece.

Aiwass walked over without any hesitation and pulled a strand of hair from Sherlock's forehead - a strand, not a single strand. The pain made Sherlock jump up from the sofa.

"Still having a headache?"

Aiwass confirmed the severity of Sherlock's headache.

Then the ceremony began to be arranged in front of Sherlock.

Damn it, how could it not hurt!

Sherlock was about to curse, but when he saw this scene, he calmed down and swallowed his words.

He watched as Aiwass cut his finger and smeared it on the puppet's heart. He then wrapped Sherlock's hair around the puppet's forehead. He then poured his own magic power into the black crystal crystals, crushed them, and stabbed several of the sharp pieces, like daggers, into the puppet's forehead and heart.

Seeing this scene, Sherlock, who originally thought that Aiwass was going to use a ritual to heal him, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Is this a ritual?"

"It's a curse."

Aiwass answered casually, his hands moving non-stop: "The Curse of the Mist of Ignorance... Of course, I prefer to call it the Curse of Mental Idiotism."

Then Aiwass wrapped it with the wool of a black goat, lit a fire with charcoal, and placed the puppet inside.

As Aiwass muttered, Sherlock felt a fog forming in his brain. The headache he felt from constantly thinking about something also gradually dissipated.

"...Can curses heal diseases?"

Sherlock covered his forehead, a little surprised.

"Poison can still save lives."

Aiwass chuckled, "Learn this, brother! Thank me now!"

Sherlock gritted his teeth and was about to retort when he remembered that Aiwass had just treated him. He could only reluctantly say thank you.

What a mistake! How did it only get 10,000 votes?! (Thumps the floor)

I originally wanted to add more chapters next month, but when I saw that the votes from January 1 to 28 were 12,000, I set a target of 10,000. In the end, one day was enough...

I'll see if I can add another update tonight. The second update will probably be around 2 o'clock, and the third update will probably be around 6 o'clock...

(End of this chapter)