章 111: Falconet cannons

Aditya had never touched alcohol in his life, neither in his past timeline nor in his current era. As a martial artist striving to stay sharp, he believed in maintaining traditional roots and avoided any kind of sedatives, be it smoking or alcohol. Even after his reincarnation, he adhered strictly to his discipline.

But now, out of sheer anxiety, he found himself forced to drink. The liquid burned his throat with its bitter flavor, and a strong stench assaulted his nostrils, nearly causing him to vomit. The alcohol seemed homemade and unrefined, making the experience even more nauseating. Despite this, he persevered. His sacrifice to his disciplined routine paid off as Mathew, visibly impressed, helped him fix his dislocated shoulder and laughed heartily. "Good lad! Now you are a man."