Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 377: Drunkard in the Winery
"Daughter, what daughter?"

The elven longbowman was stunned when he heard this.

The air fell into an eerie silence.

"What...what?" The middle-aged bishop was confused 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 Delusion Land, remember?"

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

"She's been an adult for a long time, dear." Daniel knew that his wife was treating her daughter as an ordinary elf again. "She is only half elven."

"The union of elves and humans is indeed a mistake," the middle-aged bishop finally understood what was going on after a while. He couldn't help but sneer and turned to the other side. "Am I 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 of Aaron and Pergrand, but when his companions each gained a bright future, he, who was of lower status, had no way to control his own destiny, so the Order assigned him to this bishop for close protection.

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

One reason was that he now had to stay away from disputes to avoid dragging his superior into the fight; 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 this idea, but he definitely didn't think it was in line with the philosophy of the Order - however, whether it was a soldier or a monk, obedience was of course the most important thing.

"What a dull guy," Bishop Patrick said with a "tsk" sound and said no more.

In fact, the affairs here should have been handed over to Bishop Thread's full charge, but because the contact person, Bishop Thread's brother, suddenly turned against him, the plan went wrong, so he had to be temporarily transferred to replace him.

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

Bishop Patrick suddenly sneered, raised his right hand, and 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 me?"

anyone?

The half-elf monk's heart trembled. He turned over and stood up, looking vigilantly in the direction of the bishop's finger.

It was strange that the visitor had managed to hide it from him - but how did Bishop Patrick find out? "My Lord, don't get excited, it's me!"

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

Smelling the strong odor 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.

There is nothing wrong with drinking, but how can one drink so much in this situation? The half-elf turned his attention to Bishop Patrick, wanting to see how he would handle the matter.

There are also gaps between bishops. The bishop that Pelgrave was promoted to before her apostasy was only the lowest level, and considering her age, she has no future; but Bishop Patrick is on the same level as Bishop Strider, and at his age, he might become one of the candidates for the archbishop in the future.

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

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

"You are greedy, I understand," the bishop smiled, unexpectedly easy to talk to. He slowly approached the monk and spoke gently, "I am just a little curious. Everyone is in a panic now, and you still have the leisure to steal a few sips of wine."

"Brother James, you stand up first. Why don't you tell everyone how you overcame your fear and panic?"

Brother James lowered his head, and at an angle that no one could notice, a flash of red light flashed in his eyes. He raised his head slightly and stared at Patrick's shoes: "Your Excellency the Bishop, I, I have nothing to say, but I was just drunk and overwhelmed for a moment--"

"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, if he hadn't been asking for something, if he hadn't been driven by desire, wouldn't he have been as panicked as you are at the critical moment?"

"Heresy!" The monk turned his head away, unwilling to listen to any more words the bishop said. This was one of the reasons why he hated this man: he seemed to have his own understanding of doctrine and oracles, and whenever others questioned his words, they could not refute him directly.

Such eloquence or sophistry is of no significance in cultivating personality and morality, but he was able to rise to the top with this!
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 attentively, as if they had forgotten the imminent crisis.

"My dear, the situation is not good." Daniel, who used to be a bard, was very familiar with this kind of trick. He nudged his wife behind him with his elbow, "Did they arrange that drunkard? Did this guy expect this?"

If the drunkard was a reassurance specially arranged by the bishop, then he was being 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."

(End of this chapter)