Casual Heroing

Chapter 59: [Brewer]

Chapter 59: [Brewer]

The [Brewer] looks at me like Im an idiot.

Explain it again, he says.

I need a barrel with a thick sludgy substance on the bottom. You use grain to get the beer, right? It ferments and then becomes alcoholic. I imagine theres some paste left behind from the fermentation. I need that.

Lucillus is pretty confused by the whole thing.

The [Brewer] as well.

I can sell you an unfiltered barrel if you want. It should have what you are looking for, the remnants of the fermentation. Ill have to pick something out of the not-yet-ready batch, though. Once they are done, my skills naturally clean the beer up. Anyway, its going to cost you ten gold coins.

Yeah, sure ten gold coins. Do you think Im an idiot? Try again. And remember, I work with Happy Bakery and the Three Roses.

I have no idea what the price is for this.

The stock Elf looks at me with narrow eyes.

Two golds for a lower quality barrel of beer with the fermented grain still in it.

That sounds more reasonable, I smile and shake his hand.

Yeah, Elves do shake hands.

They do look like people who cup their fists or put a palm on their heart or stuff like that. But no, they shake hands like normal people.

Now I can check yeast off my list.

Its going to be a little messy, I think. But my bread is going to be tastier than anyone elses.

Yo, listen, you are a [Brewer], right? Do you also ferment stuff or is there a [Fermenter] in town? Im sorry but Im new and I dont know much about Amorium.

The [Brewer] waves his hand to tell me not to worry.

You can probably take a good guess.

See, me and my father, we were never really that close. As every Italian American family, he decided what to do and what not to do, what was allowed and what was not. Until recently, still in my early twenties, I still had to ask his permission before leaving the table at lunch or dinner. Its weird, considering how most of my friends were raised. My da is a man of tradition, for better or worse.

Our relationship has never been the highlight of my life. I think that a part of who I am is there because I dont really like the grind my father puts himself through to raise a family. I admire him, sure. But its not what I want for me. He almost killed himself working.

Anyway, Im digressing.

The one time my father expressed something that really caught my eye, and that we really agreed on, was about uniforms. Apparently, in Italy, theres this police force, the Carabinieri, which is like militarized police that has both local and foreign duties. But long story short, they have beautiful uniforms. They are designed by Giorgio Armani himself.

Now, I dont give a rats ass about politics, police issues, or whatever. I just dont care.

BUT.

When my father showed the little teenage me some magazine pictures of these women in that uniform oh, boy.

I swear I wanted to go to Italy, join a local mafia organization and get arrested right after.

What can I say?

I simp hard for female Carabinieri. Its not my fault Armani made such a good uniform for them.

And now Im imagining Lucinda in such uniform.

Oh man, Id love to be arrested by her wearing the female Carabinieri uniform.

MAN.

HEHE.

Lucillus is probably wondering why Im leering and sneering out of nowhere. Im also making this high-pitched, chortling sounds, while a simping grin is painted all over my face.

See, Lucillus, now that I think about it, I think you are sorely mistaken. Ill personally speak with Captain Drusillus to address this very important matter.