"I guess so."

A man who does not interrupt his career as a priest, but who does not speak out in a detrimental way, is the kind of person who does not care much about the dogma of the precepts in his life, in line with Kraft's expectations.

It is worth mentioning that the Church does not explicitly prohibit the consumption of alcohol, whether it is among the clergy, or among the outside and the faithful, drinking is a widespread phenomenon, and in many cases alcohol is not just a drink for entertainment.

It also has the properties of nutraceuticals and even medicines, and the monastery brews its own beer and allows it to be consumed in rations. Among the various home remedies, liquor also occupies a very important position, and is used together with medicinal herbs as part of the delivery liquid or prescription.

People here also have a habit of soaking all kinds of things into wine, and often cause the wine to spoil due to insufficient alcohol concentration, which also gives birth to a common belief that the stronger the wine, the better.

Of course, drinking alcohol and binge drinking are two different things and should be discussed separately. The Church classifies drinking gaffes and self-control as "immoral", and there is no objective criterion for judging this range, and it is entirely based on subjective judgment, and a hangover in a tavern is not counted.

The nickname "Drunken Priest" is obviously not as simple as having a drink in private, but has reached the point where others can question his level of devotion as a clergyman from his personal virtues.

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

"How?"

"Adrian was barred from the confessional last year." His facial muscles were distorted, and he wanted to laugh but had some scruples, probably because he felt that it was not immoral to laugh at acquaintances behind his back, so he restrained himself a little.

After holding it for a few seconds, William still laughed, "Because there have been many reports of smelling alcohol during confession." ”

"At first, everyone thought that the delirious sailor mistook the smell of alcohol for the smell of alcohol in the room, and solemnly told people not to let the smell of alcohol enter the hall."

"However, after that, the number of reports continued unabated, and after the donation, there were hints about whether he could meet a priest who was 'very successful in winemaking', and the bishop realized that something was very wrong." Speaking of this, William couldn't help but laugh out loud, remembering the bishop's ugly face at that time.

"They ordered a thorough investigation of the confessional, sent men to confess pretending to be sailors, and found Father Adrian drunk inside. If it weren't for that, no one would know by now that he was secretly drinking inside. ”

Such "glorious deeds" quickly spread throughout the church, as well as half of the port area. At worst, this is a blasphemy against the only pure land in the hearts of countless confessors, and it brings the church to the style of painting in the port area. The astonishing scandal led the bishop himself to order that he would no longer be allowed to receive repentance.

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

What's even more shocking is that, according to William, this scandal has not yet led to his expulsion from the church, and the punishment is nothing more than "a ban on receiving confession."

Can the illegitimate son of the bishop himself be treated like this? The answer is no.

"Tut-tut, of course." William smacked his lips and made a sound of fluid secretion, "Do you think that ordinary wine can be so strong in half a room?" So thick that even a drunk can tell the smell that is not his own. ”

"Spirits?"

"No, once you taste it, you know that nothing deserves the name 'spirit' in front of it, and you can't describe it." William did not hesitate to praise the priest's wine, "like a mouthful of fire, which slides down his throat and into his stomach, and this sip is as weak as half a bucket of water in a tavern." ”

"You know, it's just a flowing carbon fire, pure as ice, but it doesn't hurt your tongue. Only your guests can taste it. He described it in terms of the hottest thing he could think of, and Kraft looked more fascinated than he had when he heard the story of the icefields.

"It just so happens that you two have a good day today. Adrian must be awake now, and I'll have to ask him for a few drinks. After taking this sip, you may know that those fruity drinks are not worth mentioning. ”

William himself could not resist his addiction to alcohol, and led Kraft and Koop around the hall on the first floor, through the small door at the back of the church, and into the outbuildings at the back.

The priest who guarded the door not only did not stop them, but also greeted William. Seeing that Kraft was a little confused, William gave a thumbs up to himself, "VIP." ”

He also pointed to the small one in the outbuildings, "I donated it." ”

Understood, the church, which is mainly for sailors and seamen, has a group of you captains and VIPs who donate a lot of money, and you are addicted to alcohol. Father Adrian doesn't want to drink in the confessional, even if he drinks with the statue of the saint, the bishop has to weigh it.

The port of comfort itself is not a trade port, it is not stuck in the main road, and the influence of the church is not to the extent of Dunling. The loss of majesty is a small matter, the captains come and come less, and a series of fantastical events are determined by the economic foundation of the church.

Not even to hide it, Kraft could smell the smell of wine in the night breeze, and it was clear that they were still walking in the halo of the cathedral, but they seemed to have come to the door of the cellar, and the signature smell of alcohol was much better than that of the port.

The pace unconsciously quickened, William's feet were windy, his wide trousers swayed, and he didn't need to carry a lamp to find the direction, and he looked for the place where the wine was thick.

The feeling of approaching the cellar is even stronger, and the full-bodied, pure wine that is not mixed with other flavors overflows from the bright rooms. At night, it is lit up like a small banquet.

William knocked symbolically twice, pushed the door in, and shouted to the fat figure in a white robe who collapsed on the chaise longue: "Adrian! Don't sleep, get up and drink again!"

"Huh?" The two-wing ring pattern on the white robe fluctuated, and a big round hand slapped on it, making a "bang" sound like a drum skin, and the holy emblem pattern trembled and rippled rather humorously.

The bright head with a circle of sparse hair was lifted from behind its erect abdomen, and its round face opened two eye slits, and after a moment of backlit scrutiny, he finally recognized the identity of the person from the beard.

"William?!Oh, how long has it been since I've heard you bring me a story?"

"Haha, three months and five days, plus half a night of confession, I miss you to death." William stepped forward and grabbed Father Adrian's large round hand, and asked him to lend a handful of force to give him a hug that could not be completely wrapped around his back.

"It's my wine, come and taste it, I'm in good hands this time." The priest went upstairs with his belly full of white robes, opened the closed door, and suddenly a stronger smell of wine wafted in.

The smell of wine barrels poured out, and the small room on the second floor was like the essence of a wine cellar, condensed into this small house.

Adrian walked out of the room with a small bottle in his hand, returned to the table and discharged a few wine glasses, "Don't stand still, you two over there, come and see the best and strongest wine in the harbor of comfort, all of North, a gift from the Father." ”

The colorless liquor swayed in the crystal clear flasks with glass wings, clearly visible on the walls, and the gelding's statement that Adrian was close to the brilliant glassmaker seemed to be true.

But Kraft's mind had been drawn to the wine, and a whim seemed to be leading him to another surprise.

He took half of the small cup and put it under his nose to sniff lightly, and the smell of wine was so spicy that his nose shrunk. Koop also got a glass and swallowed it as a beer without any experience, and Adrian and the priest took the glass, smiling as the newcomer experienced the fright.

When he saw Coop covering his mouth and coughing and his face flushed, Adrian couldn't open his eyes with a smile, he was very satisfied with this work, and gave him another full glass, "Drink slowly, this is my masterpiece, the elf in the wine, and the water in those bars is not the same." ”

Kraft dipped a drop in his fingers and tasted it with the tip of his tongue, licking the burning sensation of the hot teacup on his palate, and the otherworldly soul smiled heartily.

"I knew you'd love it!" William took a sip of wine, and it has always been a joy in life to recommend things to others and get recognition.

The priest happily swallowed the wine, which was particularly choking this time, and had not been accustomed to the stimulation after a long period of drinking, and his fat face flushed, and he coughed lightly.

In the room full of wine, only Kraft did not taste further, he raised his glass, admiring the clear liquid surface, "Masterpiece......

[I'm starting to like the smell of this sake]

Kraft applied a few drops of the liquor to the back of his hand, and contrary to the heat and spiciness in his mouth, the place where it was applied was cold and comfortable.

The liquid is evaporating rapidly, taking away the heat on the skin, there is no sweet fruit aroma of fruit wine, no grain wine of grain burnt aroma, pure wine, so simple that he feels the impermanence of life.

The large amount of wine that escaped into the air was obviously not something that such a small amount of wine could do, and the priest was heating the wine upstairs.

【Distilled spirits】

Close, and may even have reached medical standards, distillation to purify alcohol.

"You are indeed a genius, and posterity will read your name in the books of the history of the kingdom."

"What's the matter, a priest who makes wine, the bishop didn't kick me out, and I can stay here thanks to the help of my old friends." The priest stood up and filled William's glass to the young man, who boasted that he was a saint, only to find that the glass had only been tasted in a superficial way.

He sat back down, still bent slightly as he poured his wine, and Kraft realized that he had been in this position since he stood up, which should not be so easy for a fat man.

Recalling the act of pouring wine, the priest used his right hand with dexterity, but when he sat back in his chair, he gave up his usual hand and used the glass he held in his left hand.

Looking down, the right hand was pressed on the upper side of the raised belly of the beer, and he never left this position except when he needed to use it.

Bulging belly, history of chronic excessive alcohol consumption.

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