Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Is this serious?" William asked the priest's most concerned question. The fat priest had already begun to wipe his sweat and found that there was half a basin of water in his stomach. It was difficult not to think of the extraordinary means of Heavenly Father to punish evil deeds.

The expression Adrian looked at Kraft didn't look like he was about to tell him good news. As expected, terrible suggestions spewed out from the mouth that described his illness, making his eyesight go dark.

"To put it bluntly, for the sake of your life, you must stop drinking, Father Adrian." While he was gasping for air and breathing violently, Kraft pressed his palms under his ribs and performed additional liver and spleen palpation.

A normal person's liver should be a soft, smooth organ, but what his hand touched behind the right rib was something hard and slightly uneven.

The spleen under the left rib can be touched under the rib arch. Excessive blood stasis makes it congested and swollen. This is an early symptom of high blood pressure due to obstruction of the portal vein leading to the liver, and Adrian's condition is more serious, estimated to be moderately or highly swollen.

Kraft did not dare to examine it carefully. The congested spleen was as fragile as a water balloon. If it ruptured due to external impact, it would be a fatal hemorrhage.

"Be careful of collisions and falls. I guess it's not easy to stop bleeding after you do it." Kraft ended the short physical examination and smoothed the white robe back to cover 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 any significant effect even if he quits drinking. Adrian's name is already on the schedule to meet with Heavenly Father. It is just a matter of checking the box sooner or later.

Considering how the liver felt, the risk of liver cancer was very high, so he wanted to use his spiritual senses to give the priest an imaging report.

But the report is of no use. Current treatment methods cannot extend his life until the day when liver cancer needs treatment. Other complications would have sent him off early, or he might have died from a trauma due to a lack of coagulation factors synthesized by the liver.

As part of his professional duty, Kraft also had to emphasize to them the only feasible solution at the moment: "Believers will not resist returning to the arms of the Father, but if you are still nostalgic for the world, I recommend that you give up drinking."

"It's not that I haven't tried it, but once I quit drinking, my hands and feet would tremble, I would be uncontrollably irritable, I would have insomnia at night, and... there would be some nonsense. They said I felt like I was caught by something and I couldn't stop. Come down."

He covered his head with only a ring of sparse hair with both hands. The symptoms he encountered when he quit drinking made him question himself, whether he was really bewitched by the devil and couldn't control himself.

【Withdrawal reaction】

Not surprisingly, like most addictive substances, alcohol also has withdrawal reactions, including trembling limbs, restless gibbering, and confusion.

People who can't help but drink two drinks during confession have to consume a large amount of alcohol every day. Dependence is not an accident, but an inevitable result. Severe reactions caused by sudden withdrawal can lead to death.

"Don't worry too much. This is a normal reaction to quitting drinking. As long as you gradually reduce the amount, the situation will ease a lot." Kraft held Father Adrian's hand, and his identity was reversed. He became the priest who tried to persuade the other person to step back from the brink.

"Ah, I really don't know how to thank you, I will try." The priest returned to the table, reluctantly pushed the glass bottle to William, and naturally picked up the unfinished wine glass with his other hand, "To celebrate my We need to meet a good doctor today, we..."

Kraft took action and pushed the cup back on the table, "That's it for today. If you really want to express your gratitude, let me see your wine-making tools. I'm quite curious."

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

Kraft, who had just stepped into the room, responded by entering a small chapel. Different from the casual and sloppy furnishings downstairs, this place is extremely clean. A heavy wooden table is placed in the middle of the wall, with a shining small double-winged holy emblem hanging above it.

The ring between the wings is also made of glass. It is round and smooth, and there are almost no traces of welding at the joints with the wings. The craftsmanship is superb.

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

A long-tailed water drop-shaped retort neck bottle, the streamlined bottle body is tightened near the mouth, the slender bottle neck is stretched out, and is introduced diagonally downward into a small bottle soaked in water.

The material used is extremely transparent white glass, which is similar to the glass wings of the church. It’s filled with cheap tuber brew that’s common in taverns.

"I have to introduce this idea to you. If I hadn't accidentally poured the wine into the pot as water, I would never have thought of doing this." Adrian took out a candle and lit it, and moved closer to the bottom of the bottle. "Fire can burn wine. The best part is forced out."

"So I thought if I could collect them, and asked Witcham to do this for me. You may not know him, but you must have seen his works. The pair of glass wings on the main entrance are from Witcham. masterpiece."

Watching him directly use a flame to heat the bottom of the bottle, Kraft was speechless and choked. There was no water bath for heating. The condensation relied on long necks, air and water-soaked collection bottles. It was purely manually controlled. It couldn't be more outrageous.

"It can't reach that level of intensity just like this, right?"

"Indeed, I had to carefully control the temperature so that it was not too hot, and then repeated the obtained thing several times until it finally became a small bottle."

Condensation is unfavorable and the temperature control is random. A large amount of the product actually volatilizes into the air. It is not the final product that truly achieves the effect of smelling the fragrance outside the alley, but the wasted part.

"I have an idea. Since you know how to put the collection bottle into the basin, can't you cool down the long curved neck of the bottle? Or connect a pipe that goes through the water?"

"Huh?" As an amateur alchemist out of interest, the priest had no idea of ​​further improving the device. He was aware of the importance of cooling, but the lack of change in thinking limited him to collecting Cool down.

"Also, maybe it would be better to control it if we use hot water to heat the retort?" The alien soul's poor knowledge of chemical experiments rarely 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, they started drying it immediately. With the addition of water bath and condensation, the distillation effect was greatly improved, even though the simple conditions only allowed him to water the long neck.

A broad road opened up in front of them. There was hope for a mass-produced, high-yield alcohol purification device, Kraft's new disinfection method and start-up funds.

"Great, let's go find Witcham and ask him to help me make a few more sets. In a few years we will be able to build the church ourselves!" Father Adrian cheered, even though he couldn't drink a few sips of these wines, " But it’s definitely not as transparent as this set. If you want such a good bottle, you’ll have to go to the church to dismantle the materials.”

"I heard it was because of that alchemy potion?" Kraft remembered that his original purpose of coming here was to get a set of transparent glass instruments.

"Yes, he often complained to me that without the acid, he would never be able to make the original glass."

"acid?"