Chapter 138: 138. Sir Dolorem & Nights Of Revelations

Five days ago. 

After Sylvester went to do his meditation, Grandpa Monk got busy making his non-alcoholic but effective sunshine nectar, as it was his best pass time with his adopted son, the current Pope.

Even the Pope nowadays came to help him in the evening, and like two mad muscular men with exposed torsos, they brewed it in the open. 

Bam!

"Old man, let's go and brew your sunshine nectar! Tonight, we shall finish the final recipe!" The Pope entered the little shack of the Grandpa Monk by kicking the door. 

It was enough to scare the old man inside and hold on to everything, fearing it would all fall apart. "Axel, you silly child! My little home can be blown away by your single sneeze! Do not kick the door." 

The Pope, turning into a kid when with his adoptive father, acted silly. "It's just a shack. I can make you a nice stone castle here if you want. I will enchant it myself with all luxuries. What do you say?"