Chapter 311 – 311. Interlude, and a Comma (2)
– One –
“Your Holiness. How have you been?”
The tall old man bows deeply toward the pope.
Perhaps it was because of the flesh that had swelled up to the limit, and it didn’t seem easy to fold everything from the neck to the waist.
In fact, the fact that a person who has gained so much weight can fold his waist is enough to savor the mystery of the human body.
Dog oil flowed down his face and hairless scalp, and his wrinkled face was layered with flesh, and his facial muscles were shaking every time he moved.
It was a very disgusting sight for those with ordinary aesthetic eyes to see,
“Ah, someone asked for an interview, and it was you, Bladnoch Baldhead.
Looking at him, the pope had a smile on his face.
As if genuinely delighted to meet Ziggy, he jumped from his seat of honor and approached a large old man called Vladnok.
Jerk, jerk.
Woo woo woo.
Tok, tok.
The Pope holds Vladnok’s hands together and taps the back of his hands several times.
With only the bones remaining, the contrast between the pope and Vladnok is more prominent.
“I’m sorry, Your Holiness. I have been intent on following the words of the Goddess and continuing the class struggle against the vested class by gathering the citizens.”
“Is that so? Is that so! You’ve had a lot of trouble, draw! Oops, look at my mind. You’re a precious guest from far away, and I’m so glad I left you here. I’m sorry.”
Vladnok’s words did not correspond to the truth, the pope knew very well, and even he himself.
However, neither of them disputes the authenticity of the statement.
It is because pursuing morality to them was nothing more than a chore because it was unnecessary.
“This is an absurd statement. Please, Your Holiness, please take away the word of apology to this foolish bastard.”
As Vlad Nok repeatedly expresses his humility, wrinkles bloom on his face, full of the pope’s age spots.
Even though he was older than himself, the Pope could not possibly hate this old man who always showed a low attitude.
“Now, now. It’s not like this, please sit down.”
“Hello, Your Holiness.”
Pope leads him to the sofa.
Thump, thump. Thud.
Dump.
Profit.
The floor finished with marble, the luxurious sofa made by the best artisan with buffalo skin, and the armrests finished with mahogany and gold attached to it all scream.
Although it must be a piece of furniture classified as a luxury item, the Pope had no regrets about it.
It is because the donation he brought was much larger.
“Is it that the generational change of priests residing in the main office, no, the Vatican, has taken place in large numbers, His Holiness?”
“That’s right. Apparently, it’s because I tried to remove the traces of a heretic girl who fell in love with her and followed the devil, even though she was destined to be a saint.”
“That’s it… You must have been very concerned beyond words, Your Holiness…”
Vladnok comforts the Pope in a caring and warm voice.
However, when the word ‘saint’ came out of the pope’s mouth, his eyes caught a strange heat.
“By the way, Your Excellency, I brought you a bottle of really rare wine. Would you like to enjoy its flavor with this keut?”
At the words of rare wine that flowed from Vladnok’s mouth, the pope’s eyes lit up this time.
Even in the original text of the doctrine handed down by the goddess handed down in her church, she emphasized love and charity for her neighbors, but she never forced her followers to live ascetic life as the goddess abstained from drinking.
However, because the priests have the status of the bridegroom of the goddess, sexual intercourse with other women is always strictly forbidden in order to keep the marital fidelity.
As the bridegroom of the goddess, if she fails to keep her chastity, she will not take away even her divine power, but she will have the marriage broken off by the goddess, and after her death, her title as husband will be permanently stripped.
Paradoxically speaking, as long as you keep her chastity, you can fully enjoy her posthumous position even if you live a somewhat promiscuous and greedy life.
Is it because of the restriction that, as a transcendental being in the position of a god, he cannot speak at once about the words he has uttered?
Even though the goddess is clearly aware of this, she does not hesitate to impose sanctions on the greed of the grooms.
Klopp.
“What special drink? Whiskey? Brandy? If not, brew?”
The pope flicks his white tongue and swallows his drool.
Blurred eyes, a wrinkled face, and age spots all over the body.
All of that was evidence of his senility, but his greed was still undiminished.
“If you’re going to argue, the soaking wine will suit you, Your Holiness.”
“Immersed wine…? Did you mean that you made it yourself?”
“It is so.”
The anticipation in the pope’s eyes is diluted.
The pope asks him back, not hiding his dismay.
“Sake that you brew yourself is evaluated as rare…? In order to do that, it must be matured for a long time before that kind of evaluation can be justified. Is the sake you are opening with me this time a sake that has been brewed for at least 30 years?”
“No. It’s been about two months at most, and the flavor has just begun to deepen. I opened it and brought the first cup to His Holiness, and the remaining wine is still maturing.”
“Is it…”
The Pope is visibly disappointed.
Vladnok thought to himself that, judging by his voracious greed, he might live another 100 years.
Of course, I didn’t do anything stupid to reveal it.
“Are you disappointed with the gift this poor bastard brought you, His Holiness?”
“To be honest… You can say it’s somewhat like that…”
Although the pope has openly confessed his true feelings, the smile on Vladnok’s face grows thicker.
It seemed sinister at first glance, but at the same time, it was a smile that clearly oozes confidence.
Convinced of the pope’s disposition, he was able to laugh at the pope’s disappointment.
Looking at his expression, curiosity and doubt begin to float in the head of the pope.
“But, Your Holiness, please think carefully. In order for soaked wine to be evaluated as rare, there is one more requirement besides the aging period.”
“Hmm…? Oh, maybe…?”
The Pope’s expression gradually brightens.
Only then did the pope realize what the other requirements were and why the wine Vladnok had brought was so rare.
“Ingredients, the ingredients of the soaked wine are top-notch, Geroguman?!”
“It is so. Certainly, it is wine made with the best ingredients that even His Holiness would be satisfied with. This idiot is convinced that there is no better ingredient for boosting energy.”
“Oh, oh oh…!”
The corners of the pope’s lips are torn long enough to hang over his ears.
The pope’s yellow teeth caught the light emitted by the gold that decorated the drawing room, and shone even more yellow.
“Yeah, what is it?! What ingredients are you making alcohol with?”
“I think it would be a pleasant entertainment for His Holiness to match it himself after having a drink.”
“Ohh, ohhh! That sounds like fun! Let’s do it! Pour yourself a drink!”
Shock, shock.
Tuck, Tuck.
The pope quickly sets the glasses on the table in front of them.
Even after washing their eyes and looking at them, as if they were enjoying drinking as usual in the drawing room, they could not find even a speck of dust on the glasses placed in front of them.
“Yes, His Holiness. I will be colonel right now.”
After Vladnok answered,
“Hello! Come in with items to present to His Holiness!”
Shout out the door
His voice reverberates throughout the living room.
As soon as I heard someone’s answer in a small voice,
Click.
Squeak.
Sabak, Sabak, Sabak.
With the sound of footsteps still, someone enters the living room carrying a huge chest.
There was a hint of nervousness on his face, but none of the two big old men cared about it.
“Be careful not to damage the items inside, put them down on a corner of the table and leave.”
“I understand, sir.”
Swoop.
Click.
He gently sets the chest down on the mahogany wooden table.
As he successfully completes his mission, his face lights up.
“Then I’m leaving now, CEO.”
“Okay. Until I call you, don’t let anyone come in here. In case something urgent happens, ask His Holiness for permission before entering. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir!”
With that said, he leaves quietly.
Even in the midst of that, the pope was intent on swallowing his mouth while staring at the chest.
“Now, Your Holiness, I will open it right now.”
“Yes, yes! Let’s do it!”
Profit.
Rattle.
Vladnok opens the chest.
It contained all sorts of luxuries, precious metals, and gold coins, all neatly arranged, but what caught the pope’s attention was a large, tightly sealed wine bottle.
“This is what it is.”
“Ohhh!”
Perhaps to prevent the contents from deteriorating in direct sunlight, the bottle had a turbid brown color.
Because of that, I could barely confirm that the liquid was glistening inside, but I couldn’t tell what color the alcohol was.
Before the pope pressed again,
Profit.
Pong!
Whoa ah.
Vladnok removes the cork from the spout of the bottle.
It has a pungent yet slightly fishy scent.
Sniff sniff.
Churrup.
Cheep, chew.
The pope blows his nose and smacks his lips.
“This…Isn’t this liquor made from the corpses of some beast? It smells a bit fishy, but it’s so strong that it won’t upset your stomach… It’s a fishy scent that makes the umami and flavor even deeper…!”
“You got it right, Your Holiness. You really are very clever!”
“Even though it smells fishy, the sweet and savory flavor is still excellent! Surely, in addition to the main ingredient, the secondary ingredients must have been used with the finest herbs?”
“That’s right! With things that help replenish energy, I’ve filled it to the point of overflowing because it’s not enough!”
Haha!”
“Uh heh heh!”
The two old men chuckle and exchange glances.
The pope was very hot.
“Now, Your Holiness. For the sake of Your Holiness’ longevity, I’ll pour you a cup first!”
“Yes, yes. Come on, pour me a drink.”
Every inch.
Squeak.
A golden liquid pours down into a clear crystal glass.
There was no floating substance in the liquor, as if it had been filtered once before pouring it into the bottle.
“Now, give me the bottle. I’ll pour you a drink too.”
“Glory to you, His Holiness!”
Swoop.
Chuck.
Every inch.
Squeak.
Each other’s cups are filled.
They exchanged glances without speaking,
Visor!
Gulp.
“Umm…”
“Hmm…”
Scared to finish the toast, he took a sip and held it in his mouth.
The corners of their eyes curve like a crescent moon.
The flavor of the sake was much deeper than I had vaguely imagined, and even more than I expected.
Also, it was more irritating than that.
“Uh huh… This is…”
“How are you, His Holiness?”
“It’s amazing… It’s more than expected. But…”
The Pope blurs the tail of his words, not erasing his smile.
He casts a coy glance at Vladnok.
“Hey, can you feel the scent of a female in this wine…? This must be the scent of a young female that is very soft and tender…!”
“Her…!”
Slam!
Rocking, rocking.
Vlad Nok lets out his exclamation and slams his knee.
He couldn’t help but admire the Pope’s keen sense of smell.
“You are correct. The carcass of the animal used as the main ingredient is definitely that of a young female.”
“Oh! Is that so? So you’re the one who was so confident in the efficacy of restoring energy?”
“That’s right!”
It was obvious that it was superstition, but the effect was sufficient just for the mental satisfaction they enjoyed.
They were even convinced that, although drinking could not be good for the body, this level of satisfaction would restore their strength.
“Can we save this good thing? Let’s finish the glass quickly.”
“Tell me this, Your Excellency! I have had enough wine, so please enjoy yourself at your leisure!”
“You are the only one who takes great care of my body!”
Visor!
Jerk, jerk.
Golden wine runs down their throats.
One drink, two drinks, they disappear one after another.
In addition to Vladnok, there are many people who take great care of the pope’s body.
Cardinals, archbishops, bishops, priests and even lay people.
All year round, all day long, concerned about the health of the pope, countless people present elixirs and tonics, decrees and delicacies to him.
Therefore, his praises are conventional hypocrisy, nothing more than lies and deceit.
However, not only were the listeners well aware of it, but it was a compliment that was not bad to hear, so they dismissed such lies as clichéd rhetorical exaggerations and passed them off.
For them, it was just a daily routine.
– 2 –
“Ummm… But let’s talk about it.”
“Yes, His Holiness.”
“No matter how much I taste this, I can’t figure out the main ingredient.”
Hehe. Is that so?”
Their expressions were completely relaxed.
The skin was flushed red, and the pronunciation was unclear.
Although they were typical drunkards themselves, there was nowhere to be as clear as their eyes.
It was clear that the awakening effect given by the supplementary ingredients to the alcohol was stronger than expected.
“What the hell is the main ingredient? Tell me. I’m so curious about it, I can’t get drunk.”
“The truth is, Your Holiness…”
Vladnok takes a deep breath.
Just before the pope showed his displeasure,
“The main ingredient for this is the body of a 20-year-old human girl, and a beautiful girl at that.”
“…!”
The pope stands with his mouth wide open, uttering a silent scream in astonishment.
His eyes wide open, he turns nonstop between the bottle, the glass, and Vladnok’s face.
His hand holding the glass twitched.
“In order not to make the wine smell bad, this idiot removed the entrails and prepared the wine himself. Of course, the viscera were not thrown away and were meticulously recycled. The impurities were removed, washed well, and salted. In the world, what is called salting (鹽藏) is a recipe derived from the way that cloth living on the seashore makes it easy to store the organs, eggs, or flesh of fish for a long time. It’s also quite a delicacy…”
Vladnok’s voice quiets down.
Because the pope’s expression was unusual.
In silence, the pope stared at Vladnok’s face with eyes filled with subtle anger.
“Sir, His Holiness…? Are you inconvenient by any chance…?”
“This, this, this profit…!”
Widely!
Chalang, chalang.
The Pope indignantly sets down his cup.
He had never imagined that the pope would be angry about using a human as an ingredient to make wine, so Vladnok couldn’t figure out exactly where the pope was getting angry.
“Your Excellency. Please tell me where you are uncomfortable. This fool will surely correct it.”
“You!”
The Pope shouts at Vladnok as he points.
Vladnok’s throat tightens.
He rolls his eyeballs.
He looked like a frightened fat turtle.
