I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything

The bartender and the five guys kept watching Fein's state. When the two-minute mark passed, Fein was still up and as if chugging the bottle of rum didn't do anything to him at all.

"This is impossible." The bartender muttered in disbelief. "Even the strongest champion only lasted for two minutes. Why does it seem that you're not affected at all!?"

"I said... No matter how strong the drink is... It's just like milk to me." Fein casually answered. He really didn't feel anything at all. And even if they give him four or hundred of the same bottle of rum, it would be the same.

Of course, Fein won't risk that. He wasn't so sure what could a hundred bottles do to his body, even if he was an S rank that would be too risky.

"Could it be... That the bottle of rum you gave him is fake?" The guy beside Fein had a skeptical look on his face. "You know... We're already regulars in this place and we have tried all the drinks here, including that rum. And we only lasted one minute!"

The guy's four friends nodded in agreement at their friend's words. They just couldn't believe it.

"No, it's definitely not fake. We don't serve fake drinks here or our reputation would have already gone down the drain. We always ensure that the drinks were worth the money our customer pays for. Don't you dare to sully our quality control..." The bartender glared at the other party.

"Guys, chill. It's not really the rum's fault." Fein sighed as he saw the two get heated. 'Damn, why can't anyone believe me?'

"I believe you now... I didn't know that a monster drinker like you exist." The bartender smiled. Then he offered his hand at Fein. "Nice to meet you, I'm the bartender here, you can call me Marlon."

"I'm Fein."

Fein shook Marlon's hand with a smile on his face. Finally, he managed to reverse the guy's bad impression of him at the beginning! In the end, it only comes down to confidence and skill!

"Well, since you guys introduced yourself. It's rude for me to not introduce myself." The guy beside Fein was already looking high and tipsy. And his voice reflected that he wasn't as sober anymore. "My name is Taric. As for the other four around me. They are Teddy, Tenz, Tom, and Bobby."

'A standard name for NPC's and cannon fodders.' Fein thought in his head when he heard the random strangers beside him introduced themselves. He didn't really care about them as they were just a passerby in his life.

"With your ability, why I haven't seen you in drinking competitions?" Marlon took out a bottle of whiskey and pushed it onto Fein's table. "Since manage to impress me, the rum and this vodka are yours for free. Now, don't refuse..."

"Why would I refuse?" Fein shamelessly unscrewed the bottle and chugged it down to his throat like water again. "Why I didn't join competitions? Because drinking isn't really my interest. I just happened to have a physique with good alcohol resistance... I didn't do any training or whatnot like the veteran or professional drinkers."

'What a waste of talent.' Marlon sighed in his head.

But he couldn't do anything since he wasn't that familiar with Fein. He just finds it a pity. After all, in the Dounant country, a champion of drinking competition is respected because it was the country of drinks! It was said that the king of the Dounant country won against five other champions. At that point, the country of Dounant prided itself on having heavy drinkers, and some business-minded people took this opportunity to develop the market.

"Well, I came here because I have something I needed from you." After drinking the vodka, Fein finally decided to state his business.

"And what's that?" Marlon responded.

"We're done drinking. Nice meeting you Fein. As long as you need help, we, five brothers are ready to help. Don't be shy to come to us." Taric said. His grin showed his set of white teeth.

'Well, this guy isn't that bad.' Fein felt that he was looking at a friendly neighbor. Then Fein glanced at Marlon, who was waiting for his answer. "Information... I know you have that."

"How did you know?" Marlon's expression turned serious. "Only a few know that I'm an information broker. Did someone recommend me to you?"

'It seems this guy wasn't that simple,' Marlon thought inwardly.

"Well, a friend of mine told me that there is an information broker here. I didn't know who it was specifically since my friend didn't say who it is specifically, But I knew it was you once I saw you the first time."

Fein did what he was best at, spouting bullshits. Marlon wouldn't know if he really had a friend like that or not, right? Who knew just how many customers Marlon had as an information broker?

"Who is it?" Marlon inquired with his voice laced with curiosity. 'Just who it is? Is it Douglas or is it, Martin??'

"Well, he told me that I shouldn't mention his name to you." Fein continued with his bullshit with a straight expression.

Marlon, in turn, just stared at Fein intently for three seconds before heaving a sigh. "Well, it doesn't matter. Since you're already here, let's get it done fast.

So what information do you need? I value confidentiality, the secrecy of the customer's profile. All the information I have came from credible, reliable sources, as I have been doing this for years. On my back, hundreds of intelligence channels. So, what information do you need?"

Marlin's confidence in his ability was reflected by his words. This made Fein at ease Inexplicably.

'Such a high charisma! Not any worse than me...'

Such confidence could only be developed after one faced countless challenges and obstacles, or from dealing with people that were hard to get along with.

"Do you know about the rumors of witches?"

"I know... How about that?" A hint of doubt appeared on Marlon's face. "I didn't know you have such a fetish."

Hearing this, a black line appeared on Fein's face. "What the fuck, dude? That's not what I mean at all!"