Rise of the Inquisition (Arc 4-6)

Chapter 148: Wolf Trials, Part II

With nothing in between them, Messiah was standing far away from the Inquisitors. He was clapping his hands, impressed by the Inquisition and their performance in the Wolf Trials so far.

"Congrats Inquisitors--you have truly performed like Wolves, you have bested me in two of the four trials so far. But, I guarantee that you will not be beating me in the next trial--"

As Messiah was about to announce the next trial, Archer, standing next to Paladin loudly burped. Paladin, crossed his arms and turned to look at Archer.

"Did you get it all out of your system yet?" Paladin asked.

"Yeah--I think I did," Archer said as he nodded his head. "Now we play the waiting game, seeing that it is only a matter of time till I'm unable to speak normally, and passed out drunk sleeping on the ground. I'm actually surprised right now--"

"Surprised over what?" Paladin asked.

"I'm surprised that I'm not drunk already, or at the very least I'm surprised that I'm not passed out right now," Archer replied.

Alexon, standing off to the left side of Paladin shook his head, in reaction to what Archer said.

"Archer, the reason you aren't drunk or passed out from being drunk right now is because of the Blessing of Odin, which amplifies your magicka" Alexon explained.

"What do you mean?" Archer asked, turning his head to look over at Alexon.

"Because of how the world works, with magicka and such. The more beer you drink, the more of a resistance to beer that grows from drinking it--"

"I don't see how this affects me," Archer interjected.

"Which means that because you have been drinking so much beer--assumably since the time that you came from this world, you have already grown a strong resistance to it. And with the Blessing of Odin, it amplifies your magicka--"

"I still don't see how this affects me," Archer interjected again.

"Which therefore means, that it has become harder for you to become drunk--if not almost impossible," Alexon explained.

Archer's eyes grew wide as he heard Alexon mention, that it would become hard if not impossible for him to become drunk.

"Wait, Wait, Wait, you're telling me that I can't get drunk anymore. You're telling me that it is impossible for me to get drunk--"

"Essentially yes, the Staff of the Grand Wizard allows me to spy on other people's magic and know only their levels. While you're magicka levels are low Archer, because you didn't drink beer in moderation they are stronger in making you have the ability to avoid getting drunk," Alexon replied.

"That's fucking bullshit!" Archer yelled, making fists out of both his hands. "That is actually fucking retarded! I can't get fucking drunk? So what is the point of drinking then!"

Noxious listened in on their conversation, and after hearing that Archer couldn't get drunk anymore he shook his head and took a few steps back.

Oh god, Oh god! I've been drinking a lot too! Does that mean I can't get drunk anymore either? Will I not be able to get shitfaced anymore? Oh god, Oh god, Oh god. I'm going to start drinking in moderation now, to make sure I can enjoy drinking far into the future!

Messiah cleared his throat loudly, and all of the Inquisitors then turned to look at him. He then yelled.

"The Third Trial will be a Trial of true determination, a trial that will determine if the challenger is a true man. This trial will determine the endurance of the challenger, to see how long they can last against real obstacles! This trial is named, the Sexual Prowess Trial!"