Shade carried all kinds of liquor on him, and the coroner provided alcohol used to disinfect the morgue. Mr. Bernhardt offered the suggestion that "mixing them together might make it easier to get drunk." So the liquor and disinfectant alcohol were mixed together, and after receiving the blessings of the two Bloodkin, Shade downed it in one gulp.
For the current Outlander, his formidable physical condition was not merely reflected in being able to punch through a wall with ease, but even more in his ability to control his own strength.
Even if High-Ring Arcanists had never specifically learned Thaumaturgy to enhance their physical fitness, nor performed rituals to permanently strengthen themselves, they were still far stronger than ordinary humans. After all, Ring Arcanists were not purely spellcasting professions. But High-Ring Arcanists like Miss Galina never crushed a glass while picking it up in daily life, and those famed Thirteenth Ring Warlocks did not need especially sturdy spoons and Dinner Knives when they ate. That was the true expression of strength.
Shade was naturally capable of controlling his body like that as well. Thus, even when he frolicked with high-ranking Witches in his own bed, he never worried about the bed collapsing again. As long as he was careful not to go as wild as that time. In short, controlling his strength and controlling his body's reaction to alcohol were both signs of properly controlling one's body.
Therefore, after drinking that terribly colored concoction, his face twisted into an expression that Mr. Bernhardt and Mr. Albert found utterly indescribable. Shade shook his head, and then his entire face began to redden.
"I'd wager what I just swallowed was more violent than the fires at the center of the earth."
"Listen to him. I'd wager he's already drunk."
Only then did