Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 87 Good Wine
"I guess so."

A hobby that would not interrupt the career of a priest, but said it would damage the image, met Kraft's expectations, the kind of person who didn't care much about precepts and dogma in life.

It is worth mentioning that the church does not explicitly prohibit drinking alcohol. Whether it is among the clergy, outsiders, or believers, drinking alcohol is a widespread phenomenon. In many cases, alcohol is not just a drink for entertainment.

It also has the attributes of nutritional health products and even medicines. The monastery will brew beer by itself and allow quantitative drinking.Among all kinds of folk prescriptions, wine also occupies a very important position. It is used together with medicinal materials as a part of delivery liquid or prescription.

People here also have the habit of soaking all kinds of things into wine, and often cause the wine to deteriorate due to insufficient alcohol concentration. It also gave birth to a general perception that the stronger the wine, the better.

Of course, drinking and drinking are two different things and should be discussed separately.The church classifies drinking gaffes and inability to self-control as "immoral". There is no objective criterion for judging this category, and it is all subjective judgments. A hangover in a tavern can be counted or not.

Obtaining the nickname "Drunken Priest" is obviously not as simple as having a drink in private. It has reached the point where others can question his degree of piety as a priest from his personal morality.

"Where did you hear about him?" William wiped his lips hidden behind his beard, and swallowed subconsciously, "If you plan to ask him to confess, I advise you to find someone else."

"How to say?"

"Adrian was banned from entering the confession room last year." His facial muscles twisted, he wanted to laugh but he had some scruples, probably because he thought it was immoral to laugh at his acquaintances behind his back, so he restrained himself a little.

After holding back for a few seconds, William still laughed, "Because it has been reported many times that he smelled alcohol during confession."

"At first, everyone thought it was the delirious sailor who mistook the smell of alcohol on his body for the smell in the room, and strictly warned people not to let people smelling of alcohol into the hall."

"However, the number of accusations continued unabated after that, and after some people donated, they hinted whether they could get to know a certain priest who 'has made great achievements in wine making', and the bishop realized that something was wrong." Speaking of this, William couldn't bear it He couldn't help laughing out loud, remembering the bishop's ugly face at that time.

"They ordered a thorough search of the confession room, and sent someone pretending to be a sailor to confess, and found Father Adrian, who was drunk and fainted inside. If it weren't for this, no one would know that he was secretly drinking in it."

Such "brilliant deeds" quickly spread throughout the entire church and half of the port area.On a larger scale, this is a desecration of the only pure land in the hearts of countless confessors, bringing the church to the style of the port area.The shocking scandal led to the Bishop himself ordering him never to be confessed again.

Kraft couldn't understand, but he was shocked, "As for it? Just can't help it for a while?"

What is even more shocking is that, according to William, this scandal has not yet caused him to be excommunicated from the church, and the punishment is only "prohibited from accepting confession."

Can the illegitimate son of the bishop himself have this treatment?the answer is negative.

"Tsk tsk tsk, of course." William smacked his lips and made a sound of saliva secretion, "Think about it, ordinary wine can still be so strong half a room away? It's so strong that even a drunk can tell it's not his own smell."

"Spirits?"

"No, once you have tasted it, you will know that there is nothing worthy of the name 'spirit' in front of it. It is simply impossible to describe it." William did not hesitate to praise the priest's fine wine, "like drinking Take a sip of fire, slide it down your throat and into your stomach, and this one sip is worth half a bucket of things that are as dull as water in the tavern."

"You know what, it's just flowing charcoal, pure as ice, but it won't hurt your tongue. Only VIPs can taste it." He described it as the hottest thing imaginable, see Even Kraft also showed a fascinated expression, more devoted than when he heard the story of the ice field.

"Just in time, the two of you have a lucky meal today. Adrian must be awake now, I have to ask him for a few drinks. After drinking this, maybe you will know that those fruity drinks are not worth mentioning."

These words made William himself unable to bear his alcohol addiction, and led Kraft and Kupp around the hall on the first floor, out through the small door behind the church, and jumped into the outbuildings behind.

The priest who guarded the door saw that they not only did not stop them, but also greeted William.Seeing that Kraft was a little puzzled, William gave him a thumbs up, "VIP."

Pointing to a moderately large ancillary building, "I donated it."

Got it, a church mostly for sailors and sailors, with you rich-donating captains of honor, drinking like hell.Father Adrian, not to mention drinking in the confessional, even drinking with the statue of a saint, the bishop would have to weigh it.

The Port of Consolation itself is not a necessary port for trade, it does not block the main road, and the influence of the church does not reach the level of Dunling.The damage to the majesty is a small matter, but the absence of captains is a major matter. A series of fantastic events are determined by the economic foundation of the church.

Without even trying to hide it, Kraft smelled the enveloping smell of wine in the night wind. It was clear that they were still walking under the halo of the cathedral, but they seemed to have arrived at the door of the wine cellar. The iconic smell of alcohol was stronger than that of the port. Don't give up.

Unknowingly, his pace quickened, William felt the wind on his feet, and his wide trousers swayed. He didn't need a lantern to identify the direction, and he went to find the place where the wine was strong.

The feeling of approaching the wine cellar is even stronger. The mellow and pure wine smell overflows from a bright room.At night, the lights are brightly lit, like a small banquet held inside.

William knocked symbolically twice, pushed the door open, and greeted the plump figure in a white robe slumped on the recliner, "Adrian! Don't sleep, get up and have a drink!"

"Huh?" The ring pattern of wings on the white robe fluctuated, and a big round hand patted on it, making a "bang" sound like a drum skin, and the holy emblem pattern quivered rather humorously.

A bright head surrounded by a circle of thinning hair was raised from behind the raised abdomen, two eye slits were opened on the round face, and after looking at it against the backlight for a while, he finally recognized the identity of the person coming from the bearded beard.

"William?! Whoops, how long has it been? How long has it been since I heard you bring me a story?"

"Haha, three months and five days, plus half a night of confession, I miss you so much." William stepped forward and held Father Adrian's big round hand, asking him to lend his strength to give gave him a hug that couldn't fully wrap around his back.

"You miss my wine, come and taste it. I managed it well this time." The priest went upstairs with his stomach full of white robes, opened the closed door, and suddenly a stronger smell of wine wafted in.

The smell of pouring wine barrels, the small room on the second floor seems to have accumulated the essence of a wine cellar, condensed into this small house.

Adrian walked out of the room with a small bottle in his hand, and went back to the table to discharge a few wine glasses, "The two of you over there don't stand still, come and experience the best and strongest wine in Port of Consolation, the best and strongest wine in all North, heavenly father Gift."

The colorless wine swayed in the transparent flask, which was no less crystal clear than the pair of glass wings, and the hanging wall was clearly visible. The eunuch's statement that Adrian had a close relationship with the outstanding glass craftsman seemed to be true.

However, Kraft's mind had already been attracted by the wine, and it seemed that he was leading him to another surprise on a whim.

He took half a mouthful of the small cup, put it under his nose and sniffed lightly, the escaping smell of wine made his nose shrink.Kupp also got a glass, and swallowed it like a beer without experience. Adrian and the priest held the glass and watched the newcomers experience this fright with a smile.

Seeing Kupp covering his mouth, coughing, and blushing, Adrian couldn't open his eyes with laughter. He was very satisfied with this work, and filled him another glass, "Drink slowly, this is my masterpiece , the spirit in the wine is not the same as the clear water in those bars."

Kraft dipped a drop with his finger and tasted it with the tip of his tongue. The scorching sensation of licking the rim of the hot tea cup burned his taste buds, and the alien soul showed a heartfelt smile.

"I knew you would like it!" William took a sip of his wine, recommending things to others and getting approval is always a pleasure in life.

The priest gulped down the wine cheerfully. This time the wine was particularly pungent, and he hadn't gotten used to the stimulation after drinking for a long time. His fat face flushed and he coughed a few times.

Amidst the smell of wine in the room, only Kraft did not taste it further. He raised his glass and admired the transparent liquid surface, "Masterpiece..."

【I'm starting to like the taste of this wine】

Kraft smeared a few drops of wine on the back of his hand. Contrary to the heat and spiciness of his mouth, there was a cool and comfortable feeling from the smeared place.

The liquid is evaporating rapidly, taking away the heat from the skin, without the sweet fruity aroma of fruit wine, without the charred grain aroma of grain wine, pure wine, so simple that he feels the impermanence of life.

A large amount of the aroma of the wine that escaped into the air is obviously not something that a little wine can do. The priest is heating the wine upstairs.

【distilled liquor】

Distilled alcohol that is close to, and may even have reached medical standards.

"You are indeed a genius. Later generations will read your name in the books that record the history of the kingdom."

"No way, a priest who brews wine. The bishop didn't kick me out. I can stay here thanks to the help of my old friends." The priest stood up and filled the wine glass for William, wanting to praise him like a saint The young man poured it full, but found that the wine in the glass had only tasted a layer.

He sat back in his seat, still maintaining the posture of slightly bending over when pouring wine. Only then did Kraft realize that he had maintained this posture after standing up, which should not be so easy for a fat person.

Recalling the action of pouring wine, the priest used his right hand when he needed dexterity, but when he sat back on the chair, he gave up his dominant hand and held the wine glass with his left hand.

Looking down, his right hand was pressed on the upper side of the protruding beer belly, and he never left this position except when necessary.

Distended belly, long history of excessive drinking.

"Do you often feel pain on the upper right side of your stomach, close to your chest?" Kraft asked, gesticulating under his right rib. "Usually I don't have a good appetite, and my skin is yellow?"

(End of this chapter)