"I'm sorry, we don't have the brandy you want." The bartender said politely, "We do have fruit brandy, but we don't have brandy that contains 10 kinds of fruits at the same time. This is because different fruits have different sugar contents, and mixing them together will affect the taste of the brandy. If you don't mind, I can make you a glass with the specified fruit and pure brandy."
"That won't work," Ask said regretfully. The recipe clearly stated that it was a fruit brandy, so mixing it with fruit after brewing was not an option.
Nora's pretty face was also full of frustration. The two had already gone to no less than 20 taverns in the city, but none of them had the so-called "10 kinds of fruit blended brandy" in the recipe, and even the reasons for not having it were exactly the same.
"Do we really have to find a winery to brew our own wine?" Nora ruffled her hair like crazy. "It would be convenient if it was at my winery. I can ask a winemaking expert to come up with a solution. It would take at least a week to brew wine at a designated winery here according to the normal process."
Ask ignored her unconscious boasting of wealth such as "my winery" and said:
"Well, actually a week is not that long. It is normal for a normal extraordinary person to spend two or three years looking for the formula materials."
Of course, the "normal" here refers to NPCs.
"I know." Nora said distressedly. She just felt a sense of urgency because Eleanor was the first to become a level 1 extraordinary person.
"In this case, we can only use a more radical approach," said Ask.
"What method?" Nora's eyes lit up.
"Take this." Ask threw the topaz ring he had taken from the corpse last night to her. "Let's go find the people from the Life Cult."
"Is this the identity token of the Church of Life?" Nora took the ring, turned it over and looked at it carefully, and saw two sentences engraved on the bottom of the crystal ring.
Beware, druids.
(Beware, druids.)
A tiny axe, swung continuously, can chop down the strongest oak tree.
(Many_strokes_through_with_a_little_axe, hew_down_and_fell_the_hardest-timbered_oak.)
"Oh." Ask also saw that sentence, "That's the entry precepts of the Life Sect: the oak tree is the sacred tree of the Life Sect, representing the Life Sect itself; the continuously swinging tiny axe refers to the inconspicuous but continuous external dangers."
"I understand." Nora felt that this sentence was very cool, so she took out her precious notebook and copied this sentence on the cover page of the notebook.
"What kind of people are in the Sect of Life?" Reading this famous quote over and over again, Nora seemed to see an ancient secret organization with a long history. It had gone through wars, changes, and vicissitudes of life. Countless extraordinary people had sacrificed their lives one after another, just to allow the sect to stand in the long river of time.
"If we really have to label them," Ask thought for a moment and said, "farmers, poor, vegetarians, conservative, and a bunch of old men and women."
"Ugh." Nora felt as if some fantasy in her heart was shattered.
After taking the Metro in Constantine, the two soon arrived in front of a building. Nora looked closely and saw the house number on the building was: