A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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Upon hearing the knock, even though the door had been locked from the inside, the shopkeeper immediately stuffed the mechanical heart back into his chest, and the open area was automatically covered with flesh and blood, making him look no different from a normal person.

She will die as soon as this last bit of energy runs out, immediately.

She walked on the edge of life and death, not knowing when death would approach, as if a sharp sword was hanging over her head.

Besides discussing business, the manager is also a master at making milk wine and a top-notch bartender. However, his heart, cursed by the mechanical god of the emerging industrial revolution, suddenly died while serving customers. It's hard to imagine the expressions on the customers' faces at that moment.

It would surely frighten them so much that the gurgling water in their bellies would turn into a magnificent waterfall that cascades down a thousand miles.

103. Methods of Winemaking

The main reason people come to work at the tavern, besides earning money, is to extract energy from the customers to power the mechanical heart. As for why they can do this, the manager isn't entirely sure.

The strange heart was said to be the result of a deal between her parents and a self-proclaimed deity, allowing her to change her inevitable fate and take control of her life and death.

As long as the mechanical heart endures, she will live on forever.

In order to live as long as the heavens and shine as brightly as the sun and moon, she must now entertain guests.

Since all the customers she was to meet were young women, and there were no men, she didn't have much to worry about.

Spending time with guests, drinking tea or playing chess or cards, and chatting, the time flies by. Replenishing the Mechanical Heart's energy only requires physical contact; it's not difficult.

"Please come in."

After restoring the knife to its original state and making it impossible to detect any flaws, the shop manager welcomed a very special customer in her life.

"Miss Champagne, who is this guest?"

"They said they wanted to apply for the job. As for more details, I still need to attend to other customers. Manager, you can sit down and talk about it slowly."

Miss Champagne didn't explain further; she hadn't finished her work and didn't want to get involved.

She had no interest in the Grand Duke's heir; she only wanted to make more money.

So, after Miss Champagne left and closed the door, only three people remained in the room. Although Saint Karina was wearing a mask, the manager could see through it to her face.

Her eyes are so powerful, mainly thanks to her mechanical heart; they can see many things that others cannot.

“Your presence truly brings honor to this humble tavern.”

"You recognized me because of my hair color?"

Saint Karina was recognized instantly, but she wasn't nervous and asked.

"No, it's just because of my special eyes."

The store manager shook his head and offered an explanation.

"So, Your Excellency didn't come here because you need women, did you?"

“In essence, that is indeed the case. I need an identity to get close to the Grand Duke’s only daughter. That heir is usually protected by many people, and your tavern is the most convenient choice.”

"Your Holiness, aren't you afraid I won't agree to what you're saying to me?"

"I'm not afraid, because you're weak."

Saint Karina refers to strength.

Although she, at the fifth rank, couldn't directly confront the Grand Duke's heir, she was still quite capable of dealing with the manager of a small nightclub.

"Besides, I think your body must really need a woman. Being able to energize yourself with the saintess is a deal you shouldn't lose out on."

Saint Karina sensed the aura of a deity, but that aura was definitely not that of a legitimate god; rather, it was that of an evil god like Eris.

Just smelling that aroma, even through a thick door panel, couldn't sway Saint Karina's deduction.

"I'm curious, Your Excellency, how did you know I needed a woman?"

"Just from the fact that you work in this tavern that only caters to female customers, I know you need the identity of a female hostess. As a saintess, I've dealt with more than a few cases of what these kinds of evil gods like to see."

Of course, depending on her sexual orientation, Saint Karina has not only seen scenes of lesbians, but also scenes where she would draw her sword and kill someone without hesitation just by hearing their voice.

If both sides in the exercise are women, she might even try to save them.

As for the other options, God said there was no hope, so the saintess simply cut them down.

"Alright, I have neither refused your strength, Your Excellency, nor any reason to refuse this deal. I just hope you can avoid affecting this tavern as much as possible. Although I don't own the tavern, I'm just helping the owner, but I still like it here because of the salary and the fact that I only need to serve women."

As the shopkeeper spoke, she reached out her right hand and held the mountain on Santa Karina's side, then weighed it twice as if it were some kind of fruit or vegetable—the rather heavy mountain swayed a few times in her palm, making the shopkeeper breathe a satisfied sigh: "The feel and shape are great."

This level of life energy will surely be able to fully charge the battery. This was something the store manager thought of but didn't say aloud.

"Miss Manager, it seems you are bolder than I expected."

"You've underestimated my abilities."

The shopkeeper bit Saint Karina's earlobe, not allowing her to argue further: "Alright, listen, although you are the high and mighty Saintess, you are not allowed to think about other women tonight."

"Your Holiness, please help me recharge."

The shop manager lay on the bed, his buttocks slightly raised, allowing Saint Karina, who was kneeling behind him, to gently caress his legs and indescribable areas.

"Also, while you're helping me, please try the wine I've mixed for you."

She also made sure to mix drinks for Santa Karina, which had almost become an instinct for the manager. After all, this was the job she had worked her way up.

She made Santa Karina a Long Island Iced Tea, a drink perfect for girls. This beverage wasn't a tea-based cocktail; rather, it was a legendary date rape drug.

It is made by mixing five spirits: rum, vodka, tequila, gin, and orange liqueur. The reason why you can't taste the alcohol in the glass is probably because Coca-Cola is subtly playing tricks on you.

Of course, the "date rape drug" isn't like the "See You Tomorrow" movie; it won't make you wake up tomorrow. Long Island Iced Tea simply lets you gradually drift into a tipsy hangover without realizing it, and it's basically suitable for everyone's taste.

"I'm very pleased with your enthusiasm, because this is very convenient for me."

Saint Karina kissed the muddy, indescribable place inch by inch, her restless hands moving towards her raised buttocks, slowly drawing circles on them.

"After all, this is also good for me."

The touch of lips suddenly stopped. The shopkeeper only felt her private parts brush against someone's nose, and she nervously twisted her waist.

"At least doing these things feels much better than before, and I never get tired of it."

The final kiss landed on the girl's delicate petals; perhaps it was the prelude to an impending storm, for Saint Karina's movements were much gentler than before.

"Gulp... those weird evil gods, they actually smell sweet... are they used to attract female creatures?"

The shopkeeper's body exudes a strong aura of a body modified by an evil god.

"An adventure in a stalactite cave after drinking alcohol would be a lot of fun."

Limestone caves belong to the geological and structural features of geomorphological landscapes, specifically rock caves and grottoes. The entrances are densely covered with bamboo forests, obscuring their entirety.

Limestone caves are Danxia landforms, formed by thick layers of gently dipping, well-developed joints, and unevenly cemented red sandstone and conglomerate. These formations take the form of castles, pagodas, needles, columns, rods, mesas, or peak forests under the combined effects of differential weathering, gravity collapse, erosion, and dissolution.

It was an aggressive adventure from the start—the little snake skillfully squeezed and pried open the closed stalactite cave entrance. The moist little snake skillfully found the entrance, explored it twice on the outside, and then gently poked it inside.

"Hiss—be gentle..."

Although the little snake could only enter a small area, the intense stimulation still made the shopkeeper gasp.

Saint Karina wasn't the type to listen to orders. After hearing the shopkeeper's reaction, Saint Karina's words became even more forceful.

Speaking of stalactites, also known as stone stalactites, they refer to the general term for different forms of calcium carbonate deposits such as stalactites, stalagmites, and columns formed in caves in carbonate rock areas during a long geological history and under specific geological conditions.

The formation of stalactites often takes tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years. Due to their long formation time, stalactites have important research value for ancient geological investigations.

In limestone, water containing carbon dioxide seeps into the crevices and reacts with calcium carbonate to form water-soluble calcium bicarbonate. When the water containing dissolved calcium bicarbonate drips from the cave ceiling, it decomposes to produce calcium carbonate, carbon dioxide, and water.

The dissolved calcium bicarbonate then solidifies (a process known as solidification). Formed gradually from top to bottom, it is called a "stalactite." Stalactites are often characterized by their lustrous, translucent appearance and unique shapes, possessing high aesthetic and collectible value and are widely loved.

Therefore, Saint Karina's pleasant mood also increased. Her warm breath kept spraying on the shopkeeper's indescribable area. The little snake inside the stalactite cave circled and teased the rock wall at the entrance of the cave. The shopkeeper gradually felt that her indescribable area began to heat up, and sweat was secreted from her body, making her shyly clench her legs again.

"It does have a certain aroma, Miss Shopkeeper. I've heard that stalactites also have medicinal value, so it seems quite good."

Saint Karina stopped what she was doing, stood up again, and took a deep breath. She licked her lips, which were still glistening with moisture, and sucked the liquid into her mouth.

"Turn around and get ready."

She lightly patted the store manager on the butt.

So, the store manager, still immersed in the wonderful feeling just now, reluctantly sat up slowly and turned his body around, supporting himself on his knees.

"You don't actually want to make medicine, do you?"

"Why not? It can treat the five strains and seven injuries, cough and shortness of breath, cold cough, clear the throat, improve hearing and vision, make the body light, make the skin smooth and moisturized, make one energetic, prevent aging and benefit essence. It can soothe the five internal organs, cure all diseases, benefit the nine vertebrae, replenish qi and replenish deficiencies, treat weakness, pain and cold, damage to the lower abdomen, and strengthen yin."

"I'm going to help you clean the milk barrels during this cave adventure, so let's start facing each other."

She gave the order in an imperious manner.

The shop manager bit his lip, then reluctantly leaned closer to Saint Karina and gently touched the corner of her mouth.

She wanted to back away, but it was inconvenient because she was holding the large wine barrel, and the valve that dispensed milk from the barrel was held in place by both hands.

"Obedient."

Although the owner of the hand was smiling, the shop manager couldn't sense any goodwill from him.

She moved closer to Saint Karina again, hooked her arms around her neck, and tried her best to imagine Saint Karina as the prince charming she had always dreamed of. She closed her eyes and kissed her lips, which were painted with light pink lipstick.

The body in his arms was warm and soft, making the shop manager feel very comfortable.

However, Saint Karina was far from her ideal partner. Although she looked very beautiful and seemed to be the type who could win the admiration and affection of girls, she was ultimately just a princess on a white horse.

"Is it because we don't understand each other well enough that we can't open our hearts to each other?"

"Ugh...hands, no...don't..."

The response was very intense; the tentative touch was transformed into an adult kiss, and the encouraging action made the shop manager lean back repeatedly.

The teeth's defenses were also breached, and a fierce battle of attack and defense began between the little snakes.

"...We...can't do this..."

"Hoo—why?"

The lack of oxygen caused the shop manager to feel dizzy, and Saint Karina wasn't much better off; her face looked like a ripe apple.

"By the way, besides helping you clean, how about I teach you how grapes are crushed into juice for winemaking? I doubt anyone in the store has taught you this, since it's all finished wine."

The shop manager was once again held tightly in her arms. Saint Karina didn't say anything, but simply smiled and adjusted her posture, emptying the small basket of grapes.

Among them, four plump, round pink grapes rubbed together as they rolled down.

"Do it like this... ah..."

In fact, to make delicious wine, the raw materials must be selected to be very suitable.

It's best to buy fresh grapes during the summer season when they are just coming into season. Don't buy grapes that are out of season, otherwise the taste of the finished product will be very poor.

Generally, ripe, purplish-red grapes are the most suitable choice.

Four pink grapes were squeezed together, and each squeeze brought out a surge of tantalizing pleasure, quickly making the evasive shop manager lose his composure.

"Now you've learned to enjoy life, haven't you?"

The second step is washing the grapes, which is also particularly important in the winemaking process.

It's important to know that the grapes used to make high-end wines are all naturally grown, so they don't need to be washed. However, most of the grapes we buy have been sprayed with pesticides, so they need to be soaked in lightly salted water for half an hour, and then rinsed clean with running water.

A tight hug—and then grape juice flowed down from where the two were pressed together.

"That's...because...uh..."

The intense pressure caused the shopkeeper to groan. The two hugged quietly for a while before Saint Karina released her arms, freeing the shopkeeper from the tight bondage.

It was a mess, covered in traces of grape juice, not only from the shop owner but also from Saint Karina.

Now, the grapes should be placed in a leaky container and allowed to air dry naturally to prevent moisture from the surface of the grapes from being drawn into the wine and affecting its taste.

It is recommended to use ceramic or glass jars for making wine. After the grapes have dried naturally, wash your hands, put on gloves, and then crush each grape by hand.

Put the grape skins, seeds, and pulp into a bowl, and then mix them with sugar at a ratio of 6 jin of grapes to 1 jin of white sugar. After mixing, stir well.

"Oh dear, I lost my composure a little..."

Saint Karina took a couple of light breaths, then paused, touching the marks on her Emperor's New Clothes.

She wiped the still-dripping grape juice jar with the back of her hand, then ordered the manager, "Come and lick it clean."

A thin layer of milky liquid coated the mountain peak, and with the owner's breath, the indescribably beautiful thing trembled gently in front of the shopkeeper.

The shop manager moved closer, opened his mouth, and took the tip of the mountain into his mouth.

The milk was spilled from her previous cocktail mixing; she never expected it would end up on Santa Karina.