A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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调杯蓝色香槟，所需的材料：中型冰块8块、新鲜柠檬汁5毫升2茶匙、蓝橙皮酒20毫升、伏特加20毫升、甜柠檬糖浆20毫升、冰凉的香槟酒。装饰所需：鸡尾酒用带梗樱桃1个，此外还需要：调酒壶、隔冰器、冰镇过的香槟酒杯1个。

Production process:

First, place ice cubes on the top layer of the cocktail shaker. Then, add lemon juice, blue curaçao, vodka, and sweet lemon syrup. Close the shaker and shake vigorously for about 8 seconds.

Pour the prepared cocktail into a chilled glass through a strainer, then fill it with champagne until it's about 80% full.

Finally, gently place the garnished cherries inside.

You can also make a slight variation: Pour 5 ml of chilled raspberry liqueur and 5 ml of blue curaçao into a chilled glass, then fill it to about 80% full with champagne. Squeeze in a small piece of orange, or add orange peel to the drink if desired. For a special ambiance, you can ignite the raspberry liqueur and blue curaçao in the glass, then extinguish it with champagne.

"Master, are you satisfied?"

"Hmm... very comfortable. Doing this is much more comfortable than doing it alone."

Esther replied.

"Go ahead and fight. Don't show any mercy just because I'm your master. Your skills, both hard and soft, are far inferior to mine. I don't need gentleness here."

Esther boldly spread her legs wider, enjoying Saint Karina's bartending skills and encouraging her to continue.

“You said it yourself, Master.”

Saint Karina didn't hold back either; she decided to vent all her anger and resentment on this obtuse-angled area, which was less than the size of a palm.

Although Esther enjoyed the process, even if it caused the other person pain, even if it fell into the category of pain and pleasure, Saint Karina felt that she had won.

So she intensified her efforts, unleashing all her skills.

She knows many bartending techniques. However, the origin of standard bartending is lost to history. Originally, cocktails were small quantities of strong, chilled mixed drinks. Later, through continuous development and change, the definition became: a new alcoholic beverage created by mixing two or more beverages in a specific way. Therefore, bartending often refers to mixing cocktails.

There are many different legends and stories about the origin of the word "cocktail." Some say that because the ingredients that make up a cocktail are numerous and colorful, resembling the beautiful feathers of a rooster's tail, people called this unknown drink a cocktail. In those days, cockfighting was always a grand spectacle, and the owner of the winning rooster would be awarded a prize, or more precisely, a trophy—the tail feathers of the defeated rooster.

When people toast the victors, the congratulatory toast often goes like this: "On the Cock's Tail!"

After many centuries of evolution, today, cocktails have not only permeated every corner of the world, but their new connotations have also gained widespread consensus: cocktails are made by mixing any kind of spirits, fruit juices, creams, etc., containing more or less alcohol, and are a romantic drink that has nourishing and invigorating functions and makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Mixing cocktails is like playing a piece of music. The combination of various ingredients is like the notes in the music, each with its own specific position and function. Only by following this rule can harmony and resonance be achieved, reaching the most ideal effect.

For bartending beginners, the thousands of cocktail recipes can be overwhelming and confusing. In fact, there are currently 4000 to 5000 known cocktails in the world.

If we divide it into three main categories, they are flair bartending, fog bartending, and freestyle bartending.

The term "fancy" or "stylish" refers to a bartending style that is flashy and diverse, quite different from conventional bartending. This style emphasizes the performance aspect of the bartending process. A bartender who throws bottles like acrobats is simply using performance-based techniques.

The taste of this cocktail is usually just so-so. The acrobatic skill involved in mixing it is the soul of this cocktail. Of course, it also involves things like fire-breathing; actually, if it's a high-proof spirit, you could breathe fire yourself.

And the bartending in the Fog Kingdom. As everyone knows, the Fog Kingdom is a country that highly values ​​gentlemanly conduct. Their bartending is done in a gentlemanly way.

Bartenders working in these types of bars typically wear vests and their bartending movements are very gentlemanly and professional.

Bartending is the skill that true bartenders need to master through rigorous study. It emphasizes the precise proportions of each flavor, texture, and base spirit or flavor in the overall cocktail, all of which are subject to very strict requirements.

Finally, there's the category of freestyle bartending. Freestyle bartending emphasizes the use of innovative methods while respecting traditional bartending techniques.

Freelance bartenders primarily encompass those who focus on the taste and innovation of cocktails. These bartenders respect cocktail traditions while taking into account the taste and characteristics of each spirit, and they continuously innovate to create different cocktail varieties—these are the true master bartenders.

"It's...it's almost here..."

As the alcohol was continuously poured down her throat, Esther's body convulsed, her eyes rolled back, and she had clearly reached her climax.

Her gaze went out of focus, and it took a full half minute for her unfocused eyes to gradually regain their focus.

"Truly, truly remarkable. As expected of my Holy Maiden."

She stroked Santa Karina's face as if she were petting an obedient dog.

Her face was covered in the sweat of her hard work, as she struggled to explore the origins of life and master bartending techniques. Her anger had been vented, but Santa Karina's emotions remained unsettled, like a jumbled mess of flavors.

"Ha~"

Desiring that it was enough, Esther released Saint Karina, thus ending this brief confrontation.

"Knock down."

Just then, the priestess, who had gone to the kitchen area to get food, finally arrived late.

"Your Holiness, I have brought some light food."

The voice outside the door was still the same familiar voice, but Saint Karina felt as if she had been transported to another world.

Indeed... it's been too long.

She has lost all her innocence today.

"Come in, Miss Fanny."

The new priestess's full name is Betsy Fanny. Unlike Philomena, an orphan adopted by the church, she is a noblewoman from a good family.

The other party has sworn an oath under the witness of the church, promising everything to God in order to be qualified to become a believer.

Despite their different backgrounds, Miss Fanny has been serving God in the Church of Order for over ten years. Moreover, she comes from a respectable family.

"Then I'll come in, Your Holiness the Pope."

A polite voice came from outside the door, and she only entered after receiving permission.

Compared to Philomena, Fanny has a much stronger human feel to her.

She came in carrying a silver tray with simple yet exquisite food. There was chilled sashimi, caviar, a bowl of snow-white rice with miso soup, a slice of chilled watermelon still covered in frost, and a very cute, pink strawberry milk pudding.

"Your Holiness, this is what you requested..."

She had been keeping her head slightly bowed to maintain proper etiquette, so she hadn't seen Saint Karina.

When she looked up again, she naturally saw that there was another woman in the room.

"You are... Her Majesty the Saintess?"

Her tone was somewhat uncertain.

Saint Karina's features are very easy to identify: her long, snow-white hair, her sapphire eyes like a clear blue sky, and her perfect face that seems less human and more like a creation of a god—all of which are rare in the world.

Taken together, she's a great beauty.

Moreover, Saint Karina is fair-skinned, beautiful, and has a great temperament, with long legs that could drive any foot fetishist crazy.

"..."

Saint Karina did not answer whether it was yes or no.

The reason was that she looked rather disheveled. Besides the fragrant sweat from her workout, there was also a clear, glue-like liquid sticking to her cheeks.

She remained kneeling at Esther's feet, her expression as submissive as a loyal dog.

However, it wasn't that she didn't want to get up, but that Esther wouldn't let her get up and made her stay in that position.

Fortunately, having regained some of her strength, she wouldn't feel any pain even if she knelt for three days and three nights.

My cheek feels slightly sore.

This is probably the feeling of humiliation after losing one's dignity.

"you……"

She opened her mouth, probably wanting to ask something.

However, she fell silent again. Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. Don't be fooled by Esther's easygoing nature; Fanny had heard that His Holiness the Pope was exclusively devoted to this saint who originally believed in other gods. He even went against the majority opinion to appoint this white-haired woman, who neither believed in God nor followed His teachings, and who even wanted to defect from the Church, as the current saint of the Order of God.

There are at least twenty candidates for sainthood. This does not include the junior priests who are striving to become candidates.

It's ironic that such a position was given to someone who didn't want it at all.

At the same time, it also made Fanny and her friends curious about what charm and magic this woman named Saint Karina Randall possessed that could captivate His Holiness the Pope, leaving him utterly infatuated. It was no secret that the current Pope was fond of saintly women; it was a well-known fact.

However, Saint Karina was considered a tenth-tier woman by everyone, capable of resolving the Partington crisis and forcing back the demon army on her own. In terms of strength, only the other four archbishops could rival her, so the opposition wasn't actually that intense.

More often than not, it was the pressure exerted by the nobles and powerful figures behind these candidates who could have become saintesses.

It's like something that was almost within your grasp, only to have it snatched away by an outsider. And that outsider has no backing, no foundation whatsoever. A "terrifying monster" that has risen from the dead.

Such a person is not someone Fanny can interfere with in her discussions.

She was a bit too talkative about the Pope's health, partly due to her overly kind nature. After all, given her family background, she had never experienced hardship growing up, and the influence of Catholicism and its doctrines had cultivated her kind disposition. However, Fanny, as a newcomer in aristocratic circles who had become a close confidante of the Pope, was far from naive.

She knew what she should ask and what she shouldn't.

"Alright, just leave your things lying around and you can go now."

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope."

She looked away, trying to control herself.

Ping-pong.

The crisp sound was the sound of the silver plate hitting the ground.

The sound was very soft, a result of Fanny restraining her movements.

She slowly retreated, gently closing the door behind her as she turned away.

"thump."

Once everyone was completely outside the door, she couldn't help but sit down, her cheeks flushed.

Unexpectedly, the relationship between the saintess and the pope was true. The rumors were indeed true...

"Thump thump thump..."

My chest was pounding violently.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her eyes hurt terribly; she must have seen something she shouldn't have.

If word got out and rumors spread… she didn't even want to think about the consequences. However, the image of the disheveled saintess, the suspicious glue-like liquid on her body and face, and the strong scent of female hormones in the enclosed space because the windows were closed… Both the Pope and the saintess had purplish-red marks on their bodies.

Forgive her, God. Fanny could already conjure up a 30-word romance novel in her head.

If the forbidden love of clergy were sold in the Lorian Empire, it would surely be a hit.

But... after making money, he'll most likely be caught by the paladins, then have his scriptures read aloud, and be executed for disrespecting God and the church.

The two people inside had lost interest in what was happening outside.

"Hum hum……"

Esther, inside the door, was in a very good mood at that moment.

She held her chopsticks, popping food into her mouth while humming a song. Her appetite returned immediately after Santa Karina's return.

Bitter things no longer taste bitter when you put them in your mouth.

Sure enough, her elixir was Saint Karina.

"Oh, right, I also prepared a gift for you, Sister Saint Karina, today. You must have forgotten what day it is today, right?"

Is today...something important?

Saint Karina thought about it for a moment. It wasn't the beginning or end of the year, nor was it National Day, and on the recent calendar, today didn't seem to be any particularly memorable holiday.

She thought for a long time, but couldn't think of anything she had forgotten. She had no clue.

“Sister Saint Karina, I really can’t remember… But it’s okay, I’ve finished eating, let’s change my clothes first.”

Esther wiped her mouth with a white silk handkerchief; there wasn't much oil on her pink lips.

"Change... clothes?"

Saint Karina was somewhat taken aback by the tangent in the conversation.

"Of course, otherwise, if we were wearing what you are wearing now and what I am wearing now, the believers would gossip."

Esther didn't waste any more words and directly took out two gorgeous dresses from the wardrobe.

She cast a cleansing spell on them, and after a flash of light, the disheveled marks on their bodies were washed away. As for the marks on their bodies, they could simply be covered up with their clothes.

"There's no time to explain, hurry up and change your clothes."

She handed a black dress to Santa Karina, then put on a red one herself.

She didn't avoid Saint Karina, but instead changed right in front of her.

She has a great figure and fair skin; her body is flawless.

"Honestly, you could at least avoid me."

Unlike the other party's frank attitude, Saint Karina's tone was somewhat resentful.

"There's no need. I'm your master. Tell me, what master needs to be reserved in front of their own possessions?"