Alcohol had accompanied human history for far too long. Perhaps its earliest creation had merely been an accident, like fruit stored by monkeys in tree hollows naturally fermenting into the famous Monkey Brew.
Considering that humans might still have been apes when they encountered this accident, perhaps it had been called Ape-man Brew back then.
However, as technology advanced, brewing became increasingly industrialized. Su Ming himself had started out selling bootleg liquor and still ran the bar at the Peace Hotel, but he had to admit that modern alcohol was safer.
No one knew exactly where or when they were. They could only roughly determine that this was somewhere in medieval Western Europe—though still on Earth, of course.
So if they wanted to find a bar and ask around for information, it was actually very simple. They just had to find the place in town where the stench of vomit was strongest.
Crude brewing techniques not only filled alcohol with all kinds of impurities, but also failed to effectively remove harmful compounds.
For example, fusel oils in grain liquor, as well as acetaldehyde and methanol in high-proof spirits. Once humans consumed these things, they would experience a series of symptoms known as "getting hit by the alcohol," which was really just mild poisoning.
The human body was interesting. Once the brain realized it had been mildly poisoned, it guided the body to vomit. This was the most basic and direct detoxification measure, probably something etched into DNA because ancient humans were prone to accidentally eating poisonous wild plants.
There was no need to activate the Dark Concepts. Strangle's sense of smell alone was enough to find their destination. As they followed the scent, Su Ming casually took a freshly washed bedsheet from someone's yard and draped it over himself to