"Is this serious?" William asked the priest's most important questions. The fat priest had already begun to wipe his sweat, and found that he had half a basin of water in his stomach, and it was hard not to think of the transcendent means of the Heavenly Father's punishment for evil deeds.

Adrian looked at Kraft's expression, not as if he was about to deliver good news. Sure enough, the terrible suggestion spat out of the mouth that described his condition, leaving his eyes black.

"To be blunt, for the sake of life, you must quit drinking, Father Adrian." While he was gasping for breath and breathing heavily, Kraft pressed his palm under his ribs to palpate the liver and spleen.

A normal person's liver should be a soft, smooth organ, but his hand is touching a hard, slightly uneven and uneven thing behind the right ribs.

The left subcostal spleen is palpable under the costal arch, and excessive blood stasis causes it to be congested and enlarged. This is an early symptom of portal vein occlusion hypertension leading to the liver, while Adrian's condition is more severe, with estimated moderate to high enlargement.

Kraft didn't dare to probe closely, the congested spleen was fragile and fragile like a water balloon, and if it ruptured due to external impact, it would be fatal hemorrhage.

"And you usually have to be careful of collisions and falls. I'm guessing it's not easy for you to stop bleeding after that. Kraft finished his brief examination and smoothed out the white robe, covering the priest's bulging belly.

The situation is very serious, and there is no solution. Frankly speaking, the priest's current situation may not have a significant effect even if he quits drinking, and the name Adrian has been put on the schedule of meeting the heavenly father, which is nothing more than the difference between checking the box early or later.

Considering the feel of the liver, the risk of liver cancer is very high, and he kind of wanted to use his spiritual senses to give the priest an imaging report.

But it is useless to make a report, and now the treatment methods cannot extend his life until the days when he wants to start liver cancer. Other complications can give him a ride in advance, and he may also die in a traumatic injury due to the lack of clotting factors synthesized by the liver.

As part of his vocation, Kraft had to emphasize to them that the only possible option was for the time being: "The devout will not resist returning to the arms of the Father, but if you still have any nostalgia for the world, I would advise you to abstain from alcohol." ”

"It's not like I haven't tried it, but once I quit drinking, my hands and feet tremble, I can't control my irritability, I can't sleep at night, and I ...... There's some gibberish, they say I feel like I'm entangled in something, and I can't stop. ”

Holding his hands over his head, which was the only remaining ring of thinning hair, the symptoms he encountered while quitting alcohol made him question himself whether he was really bewitched by the devil and could not control himself.

【Withdrawal reaction】

Not surprisingly, like most addictive substances, alcohol has a withdrawal reaction, with trembling limbs, restless speech, and confusion.

People who can't help but drink two glasses of alcohol every day when they are in repentance have to consume a lot of alcohol every day, and the dependence is not accidental, but an inevitable result, and the reaction caused by sudden withdrawal can lead to death in severe cases.

"Don't worry too much, this is a normal reaction to quitting alcohol, as long as you gradually reduce the dose, the situation can be eased a lot." Kraft takes Father Adrian's hand, and his identity is reversed, and he becomes the priest who tries to persuade the other party to pull back from the precipice.

"Ah, I don't know how to thank you, I'll try." The priest returned to the table, pushed the glass bottle to William, and naturally picked up the unfinished wine glass with his other hand, "To celebrate my meeting today, we ......"

Kraft pressed the cup back to the table, "That's it for today. If you really want to express your appreciation, let me see your sake making tools, I'm curious. ”

After some twists and turns, today finally got what he wanted, and took the reluctant Adrian away from the wine glass and entered the mysterious second-floor room with a strong aroma of wine.

Kraft, who had just stepped into the room, entered a small chapel by himself. In contrast to the casual furnishings downstairs, it was exceptionally clean, with a heavy wooden table in the middle of the wall and a shiny trumpet, winged emblem hanging above it.

The rings between the wings are also made of glass, which is round and smooth, and there are almost no traces of welding where they are spliced with the wings.

It would be a perfect match if the aroma of wine was replaced by incense, but unfortunately it was not the sacred scriptures and wood carvings on the table, but the priest's wine-making tools.

A long-tailed, drop-shaped curved neck flask, the streamlined body of the bottle is tightened close to the mouth, stretching out a slender neck that twists backwards and is led diagonally downward into a water-soaked vial.

The material is made of very transparent white glass, which is similar to the glass wings of the church. It is served in a cheap tuber brewery that is common in taverns

"I've got to tell you about the idea, I wouldn't have thought I could have done it hadn't been for the fact that I accidentally poured wine into the pot as water." Adrian took out a candle and lit it, leaning closer to the bottom of the bottle, "Fire can force out the best parts of the wine." ”

"So I thought, can I collect them, and ask Vicham to help me do this. You may not know him, but you've seen his work, and the pair of glass wings on the front entrance is Wicham's masterpiece. ”

Watching him directly use the flame to heat the bottom of the bottle, Kraft was speechless and choked, there was no water bath to heat, and the condensation relied on the long neck, air and soaked water collection bottle, purely manual control, outrageous and outrageous.

"You can't get that intensity just like that, can you?"

"It's true that I had to carefully control a degree that wasn't too hot, and then repeat what I got a few times before it ended up being a vial."

Condensation is unfavorable, temperature control is casual, and a large number of products are actually volatilized into the air, and it is not the final product that really realizes the effect of smelling outside the alley, but the part that is wasted.

"I have an idea, since you know that you put the collection bottle in the basin, can't you cool down the neck of that long bottle? Or a pipe that has been taken out of the water? ”

"Huh?" As an amateur alchemist with a hobby, the priest had no intention of improving the device further, and he realized the importance of cooling, but his unturned mind kept him confined to cooling the collection department.

"Also, maybe we can use hot water to heat the flask for better control?" The poor knowledge of chemistry experiments of the soul of the other world came in handy, and it lived up to the good intentions of the chemistry teacher in middle school.

As soon as they thought of it, the two of them immediately started to dry, and with the addition of water baths and condensation, the distillation effect was greatly improved, even if the poor conditions only allowed him to water the long neck.

A broad road unfolded in front of the two of them, with mass-produced, high-yield alcohol purification units, and hope for Kraft's new disinfection methods and start-up capital.

"Great, let's go to Vicham and ask him to help me make a few more sets, and in a few years we'll be able to build our own church!" Father Adrian cheered, even though he couldn't take a few sips of the wine, "but it's certainly not as transparent as this one, and if you want such a good bottle, you have to go to the church to dismantle the materials." ”

"I heard it's because of that alchemy potion?" Kraft remembers that his original purpose in coming here was to have a set of clear glass instruments.

"Yes, he often complained to me, saying that without that acid, he couldn't make the original glass."

"Sour?"