Chapter 149: Chapter 136: The First Bottle of Fine Wine
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The following morning.
After getting up, Chen Lun felt sowhat listless.
“I overworked myself last night, my back and waist are aching…”
He yawned, heading to the bathroom to freshen up.
While looking in the mirror, he noticed that his Handso Value had slightly decreased.
This was not good…
“Even with ‘Maggie’s Tear’ boosting the recovery of Sanity, my mind still feels sowhat overwheld…”
Last night, he tried “recharging” the Maggie Statue with Sanity, but to avoid the adverse reactions of a halved Sanity Value, he only stored 10 Points each ti.
With his maximum Sanity Value of 25 Points, this ensured there wouldn’t be any major issues.
However, he hadn’t expected that after three rounds, it was already deep into the night, and he started to feel sowhat dazed.
This reminded Chen Lun that even if the loss of Sanity didn’t exceed half, frequent depletion of Sanity could still cause the brain to beco fatigued and uncomfortable.
“It looks like I can only do this once a night. Doing more than that is unbearable… Humans need to learn moderation, to stop when necessary.”
He sighed softly, shaking his head.
“This task is both bitter and tiring, and also inefficient… but the public test is still far away, and during this ti, I can only rely on myself to slowly charge up the Maggie Statue.”
As Chen Lun thought about this, he couldn’t help but look forward to the arrival of the public test.
With players as a group of “mobile batteries,” extracting their Sanity would be incredibly efficient.
After finishing his wash, Chen Lun went downstairs for breakfast, then returned to his room.
He sat by the window, quietly reading.
He perused each of the four Mystic Books, and although his goal was to gain the Experience Points and Points within, the content also greatly interested Chen Lun.
Careful reading didn’t yield any substantial gains, but it did deepen his understanding of the four factions and even the entire Mystic Realm.
As the proverb says, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” Even with the knowledge from his past life, Chen Lun still felt he only understood the tip of the iceberg of this world.
The road ahead was still very long.
Rustle rustle…
Only the occasional sound of pages turning broke the quiet of the room.
Ti quickly reached noon.
Connie knocked on the door, informing Chen Lun that it was ti for lunch.
Only then did Chen Lun close the book and put them away.
As he went downstairs with Connie, she ntioned that the brewing equipnt had arrived and was temporarily placed in the courtyard.
This news naturally lifted Chen Lun’s spirits.
“Mr. Jack, do you plan to brew wine?”
Connie asked curiously.
“Hmm… Don’t you think that personally brewing a bottle of fine wine for everyone to enjoy is quite an achievent, Connie?”
Chen Lun replied with a light chuckle.
“It’s just like Miss Floey’s enjoynt of cooking. Every ti she sees the smile on your face as you eat, she also shows a satisfied expression,”
Connie said softly.
Chen Lun was slightly taken aback, then smiled serenely.
He and Connie walked down the wooden staircase, raising his hand and pointing downwards.
“The villa has a large basent that shouldn’t go to waste, which can serve as a wine cellar.”
“That’s true, Mr. Jack,”
Connie said with a smile.
“I’m really looking forward to tasting the fine wine you brew. Will I be able to have a sip too?”
Her eyes were full of anticipation.
Chen Lun chuckled.
“Of course,”
he added:
“In the future, you might also need to handle the sales of the wine we brew. How could you judge its quality without tasting it yourself?”
“Is that so…?!”
Connie was very surprised.
“Jack’s mansion might beco a renowned vineyard in the future…!”
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After lunch, Chen Lun instructed the “servants” to move the brewing equipnt into the basent.
These strong-bodied mbers of the Circus didn’t take much effort to complete the task.
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The basent had been tidied up by Chen Lun’s n in advance, and all they needed to do was place the equipnt properly to start brewing the liquor.
After everyone else had left, Chen Lun looked at his own brewing room and nodded contentedly.
Although it wasn’t delicate or beautiful, and might even be described as sowhat crude, for him, it was more than enough.
An incandescent light was hung on one side of the wall, emitting a dim yellow glow.
Chen Lun stood by the workbench and smiled lightly.
“For the first attempt, let’s start with a simple test.”
He first turned on the tap, washed his hands, then picked up two pieces of ginger, rubbing the skin off gently with his fingers.
With a bit more force, the two pieces of ginger were crushed into pulp, which he threw into a glass jar he had prepared in advance.
“Then add clear water, sugar, and lemon peel…”
Chen Lun’s movents were quick, his mind already ahead with the knowledge and steps he needed, his superhuman coordination rivaling that of a machine in accuracy and without error.
What he planned to brew was ginger beer, the most popular beverage of the era.
It was both inexpensive and refreshing.
The most important ingredients like ginger, lemons, and yeast could be found at any grocery store, and essentially every household brewed this kind of beer.
In places like the Outer City District, where water sources in many blocks were possibly unhygienic, drinking this kind of light beer had beco an important matter.
At the very least, you weren’t likely to fall ill so easily.
“The lemon peel should have no pith, or the taste will be slightly bitter…”
Chen Lun chopped the lemon peel and threw it into the glass jar, then spread a layer of yeast paste over a piece of toasted bread and gently placed it on the surface of the liquid.
Clang.
He sealed the glass jar.
The whole process took less than ten minutes, and Chen Lun looked at the jar of liquid on the table, resting his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
“Following the original brewing process, it still needs to fernt for two or three days, which is too long…”
Chen Lun stretched a hand out, gently touching the glass jar, as an invisible power began to radiate.
“But a ‘Brewmaster’ can speed up the ferntation process…”
Next, the originally clear and distinct liquid in the glass jar began to turn cloudy, with tiny bubbles starting to surface.
As if the fast-forward button had been pressed, the ginger beer was ready in no ti.
“If you let the wine fernt naturally, the most common red wine takes over four months, with better ones asured in years… the ti needed is too long.”
Chen Lun withdrew his hand, sighing.
He chose to stop the ferntation because if it continued, the alcohol content in this jar of ginger beer would exceed the limit, no longer fitting its original concept.
It would turn from a refreshing light beer into a strong spirit.
Then Chen Lun filtered out the impurities from the glass jar, bottled half, and poured the other half into a new glass jar.
“This ordinary bottle will be saved to drink at dinner.”
Chen Lun wiped the bottle with a clean cloth and gently set it aside.
He then turned his gaze to the remaining half of the liquid.
“Now it’s ti for ‘Bloody Fine Brew’ to co into play…”
He took out two supernatural ingredients from the panel, one was ‘Walking Fish at,’ and the other was ‘Walking Fish Fin.’
Although in the Immortal Realm the Walking Fish was a supernatural creature tainted by mystic pollution, the materials left after their death could be used normally… as if they had been purified by so unseen force.
This was sothing Chen Lun couldn’t yet explain, but he suspected it might be related to the chanisms of the Immortal Realm itself.
He added the two supernatural ingredients to the glass jar and then activated the ‘Brewmaster’ ability, his palms seemingly emitting invisible energy fluctuations.
The sowhat odd-looking supernatural ingredients quickly dissolved, completely blending into the liquid as if they had never been there at all.
The beer, after a second ferntation, took on a deeper milky yellow color.
After a while,
Chen Lun opened the glass jar, and a strange fragrance wafted out, invigorating his spirits.
[Supernatural Wine – Unnad]
Item description: A liquor containing a hint of deep sea force, seeming to be made from ordinary ginger beer with added supernatural materials.
Item effects: Can slightly increase resistance to water pressure, enhance lung capacity, and grant a short-term understanding of swimming, can also improve skin gloss and hydration slightly.
“Hmm…”
Chen Lun looked at the jar of liquor, shrugging his shoulders.
“It’s of little help for combat, but it does have so comrcial value… too bad it can’t be mass-produced.”
Although the scenes in the Mystic Realm were always the Gloomy Forest, the dangers and opportunities differed each ti, making it hard to ensure that he would encounter that pool again.
Even if he did, Chen Lun had no intention of taking the risk.
Above all, the unknown colossal creature lurking beneath the pool felt terrifying.
“Let’s consider it a beauty drink, and have Floey and Connie try it…”
Chen Lun began bottling the supernatural liquor from the glass jar, ntally planning his next brewing project.
“‘Bloody Fine Brew’ can’t specify the effects of the wine it brews, there’s a bit of randomness, of course, it’s also directly related to the supernatural materials added… Next ti, I’ll start brewing red wine, after all, that’s the mainstream luxury wine of this era.”
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