Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 109 Straight to Hell
"William, I think we need to talk." Kraft pushed open the door in the twilight, and Kupp followed closely behind, and quickly locked the latch after Yvonne entered.

"About those mines... eh?"

There is no light in the room, and the faint light spots from the high narrow window are escaping from the lowered head.In order to facilitate private conversations, the original owner was asked to move to the next door, and the entire house was temporarily handed over to them for use. At this time, only Peter was lying on the table.

He is indeed tired these days, following a few tireless people chasing an unpredictable goal, and he doesn't know when it will end.It's rare to have a free afternoon to catch up with him.

Hearing the sound, Peter raised his head and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and adjusted to the light in the room for a while, "Mr. Kraft, why are you back? Didn't you go with William and the others?"

These words seem to have revealed a red flag. There are no bars in this village, so where else can we go?
"Where?"

"You don't know?" Peter knew that it was not good when he saw Kraft's attitude of inquiring, and William left himself alone as a sounding board to deal with others. "Mr. William found someone to lead the way and said he was going somewhere Go to the mine."

"Damn it, why are you walking around at this time!" The voice raised unconsciously, with shortness of breath like being chased.I just found some clues here, and before I had time to sort it out, someone was willing to lead the way there. At first glance, it was in the middle of Murphy's law, but after careful consideration, I realized that there may be non-accidental factors involved.

As for Kupp's face, it was even more ugly. He was sticking to the wall and pressing his hands on his waist. He had relied on this action to maintain a weak sense of security since he entered the room. The dark environment aroused fear, as if something would happen at any time. Things emerged from dark corners with poor lighting.

The parties are missing, and there are faint omens of bad things about to happen. This scene has a somewhat inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

"Who led the way, and when did you set off?"

The drowsy guide searched his mind, and described to Kraft the only knowledge he had of William's whereabouts: "An old man who found the door by himself, and they set off before I went to bed."

"I can't believe this is something William can do!" Kraft grabbed the burqa and began to count the backpack.There are too many strange things in the matter, and it is difficult to speculate on what considerations a mature and prudent captain made this decision.Probably confidence in the asking price?Or do you think that even if the other party has bad intentions, it is not enough to worry about with a few crew members carrying weapons?

How to think about it at that time is unknown, and the failure to return at dusk is itself an explanation of the problem.The locals have never been willing to spend the night in the mine, and they will not easily take the risk of challenging the bad mountain road in the middle of the night. No matter how anxious they are, they can’t wait until tomorrow?

It's hard to think that the only answer has something to do with paganism, maybe it's Old Gorey himself.

"Shouldn't you wait any longer, maybe they'll be back soon?" Peter glanced at the light beams that had climbed to the top of the wall. Come back in time before using the torches.

"I have to go and see." Kraft took two more torches and stuffed them into the rucksack, and tied them with cloth strips to fix them. If something unexpected happened, now would be the last time suitable for going up the mountain.It would be better to meet William who was coming back halfway, and waste some effort; better to wait until night fell and have to climb the whole distance with torches.

Kupp also began to pack his things with a bitter face, and reluctantly pulled out his jacket. He didn't know what a psychological shadow was, but he knew clearly that he absolutely didn't want to go out after this point, especially if he was going to walk on a mountain road.

As a squire, he has no position of rejection. Strictly speaking, his status is not simply employed, but close to a vassal and a lord.Kraft had saved his life, and raised him as a direct lineage, from which every sense and reason must follow, without exception, from the battlefield to a nocturnal journey with the unspeakable.

Correspondingly, consistent with many sung stories, he is also giving priority to enjoying the opportunity to become a virtual vassal.

As Kraft said, they are "a whole", and the focus of this sentence is obviously not Yvonne, but him Coop.

If you want to understand this point, some things are not so scary. When you choose to practice martial arts, you should have awareness, "Shall we start now, sir?"

"Koop." Kraft pressed his hand and moved it away from the hammer handle. "You stay here."

There was a feeling of punching into the empty space, Kupp moved away from the door, and said awkwardly, "I thought I was doing okay in training."

"No, that's why you have to stay here."

Kraft opened the door ajar, and the evening valley wind and sunset light poured into his burqa.Now to examine the composition of the left-behind personnel: Peter, the lifelong coachman, Yvonne who seems to want to do something but can do nothing with a small book, and Kup, a novice follower-the only one left with experience in armed training. It has to be at the amateur level of the crew.

"Remember what I told you, this place is out of my control now."

He closed the door and walked away.

Kraft soon began to celebrate the timely decision.

Light the torch and enter the mine, and the night just falls behind, blocking the way.

Going down the mine tunnel that he had experienced during the day, until he reached the edge of the mining area, the escaping chill made him tighten his burqa.The deep and long caves did not show a relatively constant temperature, but instead cooled faster than the outside world.

Thanks to the ore crushed rocks produced in the mining area, Kraft could still make out a few footprints extending deeper in the messy trampling marks.

With a moment's hesitation, the boot crosses the blurred line.

"Well, it's half my fault for coming here." Kraft muttered and drew his sword out of its sheath, talking to himself to soothe his fluctuating mood, and gradually walked towards the cold dark depths.Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, it has nothing to do with who is responsible, and William can't be left to die down there. From the perspective of a friend and conscience, it can't be justified.

Looking down, Kraft sorted out the existing information.

The long link object is called "messenger".Couriers are of course responsible for bringing things from here to there.

The different colors on the top and bottom of the petroglyphs should represent the world in which people live and another concept.According to the boy, the messenger will bring his father from "another place" back to the world he lives in now to meet him.

No matter how you think about it, it feels vague and cold, which makes Kraft can't help but think of some absurd legends, which are brought up by rural gossip and horror stories: the dead still have obsessions, and they return from the underworld—here called hell. world.The boy's smile when he mentioned seeing his father in the mine was especially grotesque now.

Based on his experience, he has never seen either hell or hell, and even if he has been to the latter more than half, he will forget about it after a bowl of soup.But "another world" does know one, and the heavy geometry brought from there clings to the skin in the sleeves, "at worst, it's a deep thing, what else can I do?"

The words of self-comfort could not be exported after all.

The gray-white rocks from the stars appeared in the firelight, occupying the cave wall and drawing a clear boundary.Terrible cracks spread like electric shocks, and broken stones are everywhere, showing the power to crack the mountain that can be exerted in this world.

If the gray and white part where the messenger brings out the undead is interpreted as hell, then he is standing at the gate of a real hell, and he is short of engraving a sentence on the wall: "Those who enter this gate should give up all hope".

".Why don't you let Heavenly Father save him?"

(End of this chapter)