Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 106 The Return
Under Kraft's strong request, William temporarily dismissed the idea, and the team quickly withdrew from the mine.

"It's impossible for us to go back like this. We still have to go down after you finish asking." William shook his head at his inexplicable caution, and looked at the hole behind him reluctantly. The next time he came back, he would have to go through a mountain of knives again. climbing experience, "And a paganism in a small village, do you really think it has any meaning?"

"It's nothing more than fools and fools, using some means to fool another group of people who don't know what it means."

He extinguished the torch in the sand on the ground, calmed down a little, and realized that he was too impatient, and it was just a guess that there would be a cross next.

What puzzled him was that Kraft's attention was diverted from the original goal, and he was led by inexplicable caution, even repelling further exploration as soon as possible.Suddenly, two divergent voices appeared in the well-coordinated team.

But William is quite used to this kind of situation, it's not like he hasn't encountered it before.On the contrary, it is quite common for some people to think that certain small events are connected and represent an irrefutable revelation.

You can't refute him clearly, because logic can't knock down something that can't even explain the source, just like the gain of two silver coins won't let the locals take two more steps down.

The best way is to follow them, and when this is over, things will naturally continue.

"The mine can't run here, let's go down first." William took the lead to walk back and forth. During this time, he could just look for locals in the village who are willing to lead the way down, so it was not a waste.

……

"Feel sorry."

Kupp followed Kraft who was looking around in the village, bowed his head and apologized.He seemed to have hesitated for a long time, waiting to return to the village and separate from William and his party before speaking alone.

It's quite rare. Since this new subordinate took office, he spent most of his time making up lessons. He didn't know what to do. Of course, he didn't understand what was wrong. He rarely even had the chance to admit his mistakes.

And Kraft's communication mode is mostly based on suggestions, and rarely criticizes, so Kupp's solemn apology seems a bit abrupt.

"Why do you say that? I don't remember what you missed." He quickly reflected on his recent exchanges, whether there was some deviation in expression that caused Kupp to misunderstand his attitude.

"Because of some of my nonsense, your decision and Captain William's decision... are not consistent."

"You don't need to think this way. My attitude is not biased towards anyone's side." Kraft understood what he meant. Kupp probably felt that his inaccurate feelings had a negative impact on the decision-making, and even had a small disagreement with the team. related.

He turned to the two behind him and looked at Kupp and Yvonne, "In addition, everyone should be clearly aware that now and for a long time to come, we are one, and sooner or later you will have to bear the burden that I can't take care of both. part."

“So, it’s great that you’re opening up about what you’re finding and what you’re seeing, whether you’re sure or not, and that’s a good step.”

"Thank you, I understand." Kupp nodded half-understanding, and continued to walk towards the center of the village with Kraft.

As long as the terrain permits, the construction and deployment of these villages generally revolve around one point, making way for mineral transportation and the most important water source.

Given the size of the village, the actual gap may not be a few steps, but the location of the new house will still be as close to the mouth of the well as possible. It has almost formed a custom, which is related to non-obvious status comparisons or other reasons. No one has studied the details.

This is convenient for outsiders to save time asking for directions, and they can easily find the location of the well just by walking straight in.The round narrow well edge made of dusty yellow rocks is not very good looking, but the place where everyone will come is still very suitable for the preaching of the magic stick.

A half-grown boy was struggling to pull the rope at the mouth of the well. His chest barely reached the mouth of the well, and he couldn't find a suitable angle to lift the full bucket up.

Obviously, it wasn't old Gorey.

"Need help?" Kraft said, reaching out to help him, offering an overflowing bucket not much smaller than the mouth of the well.That is to say, the mouth of the well is so small, otherwise it is hard to tell whether the barrels come up or people go down.

He didn't seem surprised by others' help, and he handed the rope to the visitor without looking back. When he wanted to thank him, he realized that he was not a familiar neighbor. "Someone from outside?"

Under the dusty hair on the forehead, the eyes are slightly cloudy like the waste glass beads in the Witcham workshop, vigilance and faint but detectable hostility are frozen in them like mineral impurities.

He was an "outsider" and he was still young enough to hide this rejection, showing it nakedly, far better than the hidden xenophobia he felt in other villages.

Before he left, Kraft tried to use the "credit" just now for some news, "Do you know where old Gorey is? Someone told me that I can find him here."

"Why are you looking for him?" The boy stepped back to make a distance, as if he would run away with the bucket in his arms at any moment.

Kraft groped around his side and left chest for a while, and half of his soul subconsciously wanted to take out a small gadget from the big non-existent pocket to make a good relationship, such as a small shiny tube, a button that can press A clacking pen holder.

However, in the empty pocket, there is only a copper coin that was stuffed in when the money was collected last time, and a piece of waste paper.

The copper plate was handed out, "We are very interested in the painting on the rock at the entrance of the village, but unfortunately we can't understand it at all. That old Gorey who painted, do you know where he is?"

The boy pushed aside the shaggy hair in front of his eyes, dust and gray debris fell down, his eyes narrowed and then opened, and finally moved away from the copper plate, without taking over, but his frowning relaxed.

"I know."

"You know?" Kraft took back the copper plate and folded the piece of paper. Fortunately, the fiber of this paper is still tough and has room for development.

"That's the messenger!" He answered the question with a sense of pride like most of the children known to the souls of the other world who were asked to know the content by heart.

"Smart." Kraft took out what he thought he knew would be Old Gorey's location. No matter how you look at it, this village is not a place where messengers will come, let alone understand which part of the painting can be related to the messenger. "You actually know the messenger?"

"Old Gorey said that the courier is for delivering things, and sending them from far away places can also bring my father back."

"Your father?"

Kraft froze and almost tore the edge of the paper. A voice came from behind and asked questions first.Coop uncharacteristically cuts in while he's talking, the questioning end of his voice trembling in disbelief.

"Yes, he's been stuck in a cave for years by those two outlanders, and old Gorey said the messenger will bring him back."

Kupp stopped talking, as if the interruption just now was just on a whim.

The piece of paper was folded into shape at the fingertips, Kraft took the words naturally, showed the boy with a smile, and successfully dispelled the vigilance in the eyes, "That's great, did he say how long it will take?"

"I've seen him!"

"Oh? Where did you see it?"

"In the hole." The boy replied naturally, surprised that the stranger was so forgetful, and asked such a question, "Didn't I say he was trapped in the hole?"

"That's it, I'm sorry, I'm too stupid." Kraft squeezed out a sharp beak from the finished product in his hand and handed it to the boy. This time the small gift was not rejected, "It's for you."

"What is this?" Xiaoshou took this unfamiliar gift.

Thanks to the dictionary I looked up when compiling the book, I actually found the corresponding Norse words, "You can call him a paper crane, a kind of bird."

"never seen it."

"To be honest, I haven't seen it with my own eyes. Anyway, I wish your father... safe and sound."

Kraft bid him farewell, and the boy walked away with the little toy, hoping that he wouldn't get wet in the bucket before he got home. "By the way, did you see old Gorey today?"

"No! He was here before." The figure turned behind the wall and disappeared.

The laughter of getting the new toy has not faded away, the smile has already froze on the face of the person who just delivered the paper crane, and turned around with a solemn face, "I have never seen such a messenger before."

As for Kupu, the squire who suddenly interrupted, his expression was not very good-looking from just now, just like standing in front of the rock painting last night, facing the "familiar" face.

(End of this chapter)