A hobby that would not interrupt his priestly career, but would tarnish his image if he spoke about it, was in line with Kraft's expectations, and he was the kind of person who didn't care much about discipline and dogma in life.
It is worth mentioning that the church does not explicitly prohibit drinking. Whether it is clergy, peripheral personnel, or believers, drinking is a widespread phenomenon. In many cases, alcohol is not just a drink for entertainment.
It also has the properties of nutritional supplements and even medicines. The monastery will brew its own beer and is allowed to drink it in a fixed amount. Among various folk remedies, wine also occupies a very important position. It is used as a part of the liquid or medicine.
Use medicinal materials together.
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. This has also given birth to a common understanding - the stronger the wine, the better.
Of course, drinking and binge drinking are two different things and should be discussed separately. The church classifies drinking out of control and losing self-control into the category of "immorality." This category has no objective criteria and relies entirely on subjective judgment. Being hungover in a pub can or will not count.
To get 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 piety as a clergy based on his personal ethics.
"Where did you hear about him?" William wiped his lips hidden behind his beard and swallowed subconsciously, "If you plan to confess to him, I advise you to find someone else."
"How to say?"
"Adrian was banned from entering the confession room last year." His facial muscles were twisted, and he wanted to laugh but was hesitant. He probably felt that it was immoral to laugh at an acquaintance behind his back, so he restrained himself a little.
After holding it in for a few seconds, William still laughed out loud, "Because there have been many reports of people smelling the smell of alcohol during confession."
"At first, everyone thought it was a drunken sailor who mistook the smell of alcohol on his body for the smell in the room, and sternly warned not to let anyone smelling of alcohol into the hall."
"However, after that, the number of reports continued unabated, and some people, after donating, suggested that they could meet a certain priest who was 'very successful in wine making.' Only then did the bishop realize that something was seriously wrong." Speaking of this, William couldn't bear it.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, remembering the ugly look on the bishop's face at that time.
"They ordered a thorough search of the confessional, sent people pretending to be sailors to confess, and found Father Adrian drunk and passed out inside. If not for this, no one would have known that he was secretly drinking inside."
Such a "glorious deed" quickly spread throughout the entire church and half of the port area. On a larger scale, this was a desecration of the only pure land in the hearts of countless confessors, and brought the church to the style of the port area. An astonishing scandal
Let the bishop personally order that he will never be allowed to accept confession again.
Kraft couldn't understand, but he was greatly shocked, "As for that? Just can't bear it for a while?"
What is even more shocking is that, according to William, this scandal has not yet caused him to be expelled from the church, and the punishment is only "forbidden to accept confession."
Can the illegitimate son of a bishop himself receive this treatment? The answer is no.
"Tsk tsk tsk, of course." William smacked his lips and made a sound of secretion of body fluids. "Just think about it, how can ordinary wine be so strong even across half a room? It's so strong that even a drunk can tell that it's not his own smell."
"Strong liquor?"
"No, once you taste it once, you will know that there is nothing worthy of the name 'spirits' in front of it. There is simply no way to describe it." William was not shy about praising the priest's wine, "It's like drinking."
After a mouthful of fire, it slid down the throat and into the stomach. This mouthful was worth half a bucket of the stuff in the tavern that was as bland as water."
"You know, it's just flowing carbon fire, as pure as ice, but it won't hurt your tongue. Only distinguished guests can taste this taste." He used the hottest thing he could think of to describe it. See
Kraft also showed a fascinated expression, even more immersed than when he heard the story about the ice field.
"Just in time, you two are in for a treat today. Adrian must be awake now, and I have to ask him for a few drinks. After taking this sip, maybe you will know that those fruity drinks are not worth mentioning."
These words made William himself unable to bear the urge to drink. He led Kraft and Coop around the hall on the first floor, went out through the small door at the back of the church, and jumped into the annexed buildings at the back.
The priest guarding the door not only did not stop them when he saw them, but also said hello to William. Seeing that Kraft was a little confused, William gave him a thumbs up and said, "Distinguished guests."
Then he pointed to a small and medium-sized auxiliary building and said, "I donated it."
I understand, a church that is mainly for sailors has a group of distinguished guests like you captains who donate a lot of money and are addicted to alcohol. Father Adrian, let alone drinking in the confessional, even if he drinks with a statue of a saint in his arms, the bishop has to weigh it.
The Port of Solace itself is not a port that trade must pass through. It does not block the main road, and the influence of the church is not as great as that of Dunling. It is a small matter to damage the majesty, but it is a big matter to miss the captains. A series of fantastic events are caused by the church's economy.
Basic decision.
Without even trying to hide it, Kraft smelled the scent 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 a wine cellar. The iconic smell of alcohol was worse than that of the port.
Not to mention more concessions.
The pace unknowingly became faster, and William's feet were blown by the wind, and his wide trouser legs were swinging. He didn't need a lantern to identify the direction, and headed for the place where the aroma of wine was strong.
The feeling became stronger as we approached the wine cellar. The mellow and pure smell of wine, unadulterated with other flavors, overflowed from the brightly lit rooms. Bright lights were lit at night, and it was like a small banquet being held inside.
William knocked twice symbolically, pushed the door open, and greeted the fat figure in a white robe slumped on the lounge chair: "Adrian! Don't sleep, get up and drink some more!"
"Hmm?" The double-winged ring pattern on the white robe rippled, and a big round hand slapped it, making a "bang" sound like a drum skin, and the holy emblem's seal trembled and rippled humorously.
The bright head surrounded by a circle of sparse hair was raised from behind the protruding abdomen. Two eye slits were opened on the round face. After looking at the person for a while with a backlight, he finally recognized the identity of the person from the big beard.
"William?! Oh, 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 round hand, asking him to lend a hand and give it to him.
He gave him a hug that couldn't completely wrap around his back.
"You missed my wine, come and try it. I made a good decision this time." The priest went upstairs with his belly filled with white robes, opened the closed door, and suddenly a stronger smell of wine wafted over.
The smell like the pouring of wine barrels, the essence of a wine cellar seemed to be stored in the small room on the second floor, condensed into this small house.
Adrian walked out of the room holding a small bottle, returned to the table and arranged a few wine glasses, "You two over there, stop standing, come and see the Port of Solace, the best and strongest wine in North, Heavenly Father
What a gift.”
The colorless wine was swaying in a transparent flask that was no less crystal clear than the pair of glass wings. It was clearly visible on the wall. The castrato's words about Adrian's close relationship with the outstanding glass craftsman seemed to be true.
But Kraft's mind was already attracted by the wine, and his whim seemed to be leading him to another unexpected surprise.
He took the half-mouthed small cup and put it under his nose to sniff. The spicy smell of the wine escaped and made his nose shrink. Coop also got a cup and swallowed it in one gulp as if it were beer. Adrian and the priest
Hold a glass of wine and watch the newlyweds experience this fright with a smile.
When he saw Coop covering his mouth and coughing, with his face flushed, Adrian laughed so hard that he couldn't even open his eyes. He was very satisfied with this work and filled him with another glass. "Drink slowly, this is my masterpiece."
, the spirit in the wine is different from the water in those bars."
Kraft dipped a drop with his finger and tasted it with the tip of his tongue. The stimulating burning sensation from 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 something to others and getting recognition is always a pleasure in life.
The priest happily swallowed the wine. This time the wine was particularly choking. Long-term drinking did not let him get used to the stimulation. A blush appeared on his fat face and he coughed a few times.
In the room filled with the smell of wine, only Kraft did not taste further. He raised his glass and admired the transparent liquid surface, "What a 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 spicy taste in his mouth, a cool and comfortable feeling came from the smeared area.
The liquid was evaporating rapidly, taking away the heat on the skin. There was no sweet fruit aroma of fruit wine, and no burnt grain aroma of grain wine. It was pure wine, so pure that it made him lament the impermanence of life.
The large amount of wine aroma dissipating into the air is obviously not something that can be achieved by such a small amount of wine. The priest is heating the wine upstairs.
【Distilled Liquor】
Distilled and purified alcohol that is close to, or may even reach, medical standards.
"You are indeed a genius. Future generations will read your name in the books recording the history of the kingdom."
"How can I be a priest who makes wine? The bishop didn't kick me out. I can only stay here because of the help of my old friends." The priest stood up and filled William's wine glass to praise him like a saint.
The young man filled it up, but found that the wine in the glass only tasted a layer.
He sat back down, still maintaining the slightly bent posture when pouring wine. Kraft realized that he had maintained this posture since he stood up. It should not be that easy for a fat man.
Recalling the action of pouring wine, the priest always used his right hand when he needed to move dexterously, but when he sat back in the chair, he gave up his dominant hand and used his left hand to hold the wine glass.
Looking down, my right hand was pressed slightly on the side of the protruding beer belly. It never left this position except when necessary.
A bulging belly and a long history of excessive drinking.
"Do you often feel pain on the right side of your stomach, close to your chest?" Kraft asked, gesturing under his right rib. "You usually don't have a good appetite, and your skin turns yellow?"
