Chapter 377 Drunkard in the Winery

"Daughter, what daughter?"

The elf longbowman was stunned when he heard this.

The air fell into a strange silence.

"What...what?" The middle-aged bishop didn't understand for a moment, "Can you say it again?"

"I want you to say it again?" Leah looked at the bishop, "What are you talking about-"

"He means Ivy, my dear," Daniel, who was tied together, sighed softly, "The one who went out to be an adventurer, in the delusion, remember?"

The elf showed an expression of sudden enlightenment; "I remember! God, it's a good thing she's not with us, she's not yet an adult!"

"She has been an adult for a long time, dear," Daniel knew that his wife treated her daughter as an ordinary elf again, "She is only half an elf Bloodline. "

"The combination of elves and humans is indeed a mistake," the middle-aged bishop figured out what was going on after a while. He couldn't help but sneer and turned to the other side, "Are you right, monk?"

Under a pillar, the half-elf holding a scabbard that was almost as tall as him raised his head slightly and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Yes, Bishop Patrick."

He used to be a close comrade-in-arms of Aaron and Perglen, but when his companions each got a bright future, he, who was of a lower status, could not control his own destiny. The church assigned him to this bishop for personal protection.

Although the salary was indeed increased, it was not a good job for a half-elf monk.

One reason was that he had to stay away from disputes now to avoid involving his immediate superior in the battle; the other reason was that this bishop gave him a very bad impression.

Take this kidnapping as an example. He didn't know who came up with such an idea, but he definitely didn't think it was in line with the philosophy of the Order - it's just that, whether it's a soldier or a monk, obedience is the most important thing.

"You're so dull, so boring," Bishop Patrick said, and stopped talking.

The affairs here should have been handed over to Bishop Thread, but because the contact person, that is, Bishop Thread's brother, turned against him temporarily, the plan had a flaw, so he had to be temporarily transferred to replace him.

But now it seems that Bishop Thread's ability is indeed somewhat lacking, and he can't even complete such a simple task as pretending to be a brother to ambush and attack.

Bishop Patrick suddenly sneered, raised his right hand, and suddenly pointed to a dark corner in the winery: "Friend, it's hard for you to hide for so long, why don't you come out and see?"

Is there anyone?

The half-elf monk was startled, he turned over and stood up, looking vigilantly in the direction of the bishop's finger.

It was strange that the newcomer had even managed to hide it from him - but how did Bishop Patrick find out?

"Lord, Bishop, don't get excited, it's me!"

With a rustling sound, a short human with a big red nose and wearing a dark brown monk's uniform ran out from behind a wine barrel in a panic. The two steps made him walk crookedly, and his body swayed from side to side, looking like he was drunk.

Smelling the strong smell of alcohol, the monk's eyes fell on the monk's wine bag that was not completely hidden, and a hint of contempt and disdain appeared in his eyes.

Drinking itself is understandable, but how can such excessive drinking be allowed in this situation? The half-elf turned his attention to Bishop Patrick, wanting to see how he handled the matter.

There is also a gap between bishops. The bishop that Perglen was promoted to before her apostasy was only the lowest level, and she has no future at her age. But this Bishop Patrick is at the same level as Bishop Strider. At his age, he may become one of the candidates for the archbishop in the future.

"You are... James?" Bishop Patrick narrowed his eyes and recognized the guy who secretly drank during working hours, "Were you drinking secretly in the back just now?"

"My Lord Bishop, I'm sorry, I won't dare to do it again." Facing the bishop with his own aura, Brother James's legs softened and he fell to the ground, apologizing continuously, "This is the winery in Rose City, I really couldn't help it - I won't dare to do it again!"

"I am greedy, I understand, I understand," the bishop curved his eyebrows and was unexpectedly easy to talk to. He slowly approached the monk and spoke so gently, "I am just a little curious. Now everyone is in a panic, and you actually have the leisure to steal a few sips of wine."

"Brother James, you get up first, why don't you tell everyone how you overcame your inner fear and panic?"

Brother James lowered his head, and a red light flashed in his eyes at an angle that was not noticed by anyone. He raised his head slightly and stared at Patrick's shoes: "My Lord Bishop, I, I have nothing to say, but I was overwhelmed by the desire for alcohol, and for a moment I was overwhelmed-"

"Overwhelmed, very good," Patrick interrupted him, but he seemed very satisfied, "Fellow believers, did you hear it? Although it is not exactly the same as the doctrine, desire can sometimes play a positive role."

"Isn't Brother James a living example? Look, everyone, if he didn't have something to ask for and was driven by desire, wouldn't he be as confused as you at the critical moment?"

"Heresy!" The monk turned his head away, unwilling to listen to a word the bishop said. This is one of the reasons why he hates this man: he seems to have his own understanding of doctrine and oracle, and whenever others question his words, they can't refute him directly.

Such eloquence, or sophistry, has no meaning for cultivating personality and morality, but he can rely on this to rise all the way!

Although the monk sneered at Patrick, his impromptu sermon was quite effective in controlling the situation. More and more priests put down their work and gathered around him, listening to the bishop's preaching seriously and seriously, as if they had forgotten the imminent crisis.

"My dear, the situation is a little bad," Daniel, who used to be a bard, was very familiar with this trick. He poked his wife behind him with his elbow, "Did they arrange that drunkard? Did this guy expect this a long time ago?"

If the drunkard was a reassurance specially arranged by the bishop, it would be too thoughtful.

"...No." Leah stared at that place in silence for a moment, denying her husband's guess. "That guy is probably not just an alcoholic. Cooperate with me."