Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 11 Wen Denggang

"It's quite reasonable."

Kraft felt that his cousin really had a talent for being a troubadour in bars. He remembered the stories he heard from William quite clearly, and there were also the details of the sea and the ice field, which he reasonably Inserted into the story, it's like he's literally following William on this journey to the ice.

It's a pity that Kraft is the only listener on this road.If it were in a tavern, such a story that contains the hottest elements such as sea voyage, exotic customs, and church sex, and then artistically added some content about human primitive impulses, would definitely make the audience buy him wine and repeat It’s okay to hold a special session for a month.

But Cousin Ryan didn't realize this business opportunity for the time being. He took out the water bag and poured himself a big mouthful of water, and continued talking.

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In the cold wind, Frank froze in place.In this era before TV and Bear Grylls, few people except the Iceborne people know that humans can conquer the wilderness with bare hands.

Even many iceland tribes who have not performed sacrifices for several generations will soon become suspicious of whether anyone can complete the ceremony, until a peerless hunk is born again to gather their simple beliefs.

But now there is one person who looks worse than Frank, and that is his entourage.Others may feel that Frank is about to give up, but he knows Frank, and not talking does not necessarily mean that he wants to go home, and it may be that Frank is really thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

Before coming here, the entourage had already thought about many bad possibilities, such as the bad living environment, the extremely unfriendly locals, and how to build a church from nothing.The worst thing about this is that Frank wants to imitate some hard-core and ruthless people in the history of the church and build his own church by himself-then he can only accompany him to the end.

The reality is far more outrageous than imagined. If Frank really wanted to participate in this ceremony, would he go there in person, or would his entourage set off on his behalf?There is no essential difference between these two, it is nothing more than suicide after Frank's death, or freezing to death earlier.

"The holy scriptures record that St. John walked barefoot on a hot iron plate without harming a single bit. Then in order to spread the voice of the Lord, I will also accept the test of the Lord." Frank raised his head and looked at the man firmly. A starting stone, "So when can I start?"

William was stunned, and the sailors who followed him were stunned. Even Bjorn was shocked. Those Icelanders who were still unloading the sled were stunned. They couldn't understand Norse, and they didn't know where what happened.

Before William could react, Bjorn quickly restrained his casual smile, took off his fur hood, and stared at Frank seriously.After getting the same firm response from Frank, he slowed down his speech, as if he was afraid that Frank would not be able to hear clearly, and paused word by word in clear Norse: "This is not a joke."

Frank nodded.

William next to him could clearly distinguish a respectful and serious expression that he had never seen before from Bjorn's face covered with mineral dyes, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak.He straightened his beard, and stretched out his left hand to the single-edged ax on his back. William almost thought that he was going to use the ax to sacrifice Frank's blood to the stone god.

But Bjorn didn't grab the handle of the axe.The notched ax blade sliced ​​open his palm, and blood dripped from his palm, but he didn't seem to notice it.He held up his bloody hand, opened his arms, and shouted to the mountains in the distance: "Hell Hess!"

Now the people around the ice plain understood, with inarticulate expressions on their faces, they dropped the things in their hands without hesitation, and didn't even notice that the unfixed wine barrel rolled away.

"Helhess!" All the Icelanders present roared deafeningly together.A loud voice called to open every door in the settlement. Icelanders in different fur coats, men and women, young and old, put down what they were doing and walked towards this side, quickly forming a crowd around them. Huge semicircle.

One of the icemen, who was as tall as Bjorn, stretched out his hand to push aside the crowd, making way for the old man behind him who was half a head taller than him.William knew them, one was Bjorn's father, the leader of the tribe.And the old man with gray beard and hair is the old priest of the tribe, that is, the person who stood here 30 years ago.

The priest walked slowly to Frank, who was surrounded by the crowd. He didn't say much, and he didn't ask any questions about his figure, which was half shorter than himself. A stone knife was drawn.

Like Bjorn, the stone knife slid across the palm of his left hand.The wound was deep, but only a small amount of dark, viscous blood leaked from the wound.The old priest stretched out his hand and wiped a black and red oil paint-like bloodstain on the face of Frank, who was holding on with his blood, and turned to look at Bjorn.

"The old priest recognized your courage, and we informed the mountains of your arrival. Remove all foreign objects from under the stone, and you can set off." Fearing that Frank would be worried, he added, "The warrior in charge of witnessing the ceremony It will be elected immediately, and whether you succeed or fail, you don't need to worry about your reputation."

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"Ah..." Kraft was completely speechless, "So will Xueyuan collect the corpse?"

"I have to say, he is really a real man." Ryan smiled gloatingly, "But you guessed wrong. When William and the others went to find this guy the next day, they found that he was not dead."

"what?!"

"Not only did they not die, but they still found Frank in a coma in the snow five kilometers away from the stone. When they found him, he looked thinner and his body temperature was so hot that it was like a night It’s like burning all the fat in his body.” Ryan touched his face, his face was a bit round, it’s hard to imagine what would happen to him if it happened to him, “In short, he lived so unexpectedly When they came down, Jobien was one of the ice warriors who were in charge of witnessing, and he didn't stop them after he laughed at his incompetence."

"I declare that this is the biggest flaw in this story. Do you think you are boiling lard? It shrinks as soon as you throw it into the pot."

"But this is the real thing." Ryan shrugged, expressing his contempt for his ignorant cousin.

Now Kraft couldn't accept it: "I'm afraid you didn't hear William talking about it while drunk. Can you still have evidence?"

"Really, don't you think the name Frank is familiar? Do you think who is named Frank in Wendenggang College?"

"Professor Frank of the Seminary? Impossible, his face is about to droop with wrinkles, let alone over 60 years old?" Kraft does know this person, and it is said that Teacher Anderson said that he has a bad relationship with him. .When he was in the college, he relied on the power of the seminary and his natural incompatibility, so he pushed out Anderson and others who liked to study abnormal phenomena.

This person doesn't like people from outside the academy to step into the academy gate, especially the "country nobles" with little culture like the Wood family. Ryan and Kraft sometimes have to be careful to avoid him when they send letters to Anderson's acquaintances.

Ryan let out a hiccup-like laugh, "I only found out about William's dark history after buying three bottles of wine, and Mr. Anderson may not be clear about it. His wrinkles are not at all, but his skin is too long after he became dry and thin. Otherwise, you would think Can he still be blond for a long time?"

"Okay, this is coming to Wendeng Port, you can find a seminary student to ask Frank when he came to the college. I guess he didn't dare to go back after he became ugly, so he stayed in Wendeng Port .”

Thanks to the good weather, the two were much faster than they had come.By the time the story was told intermittently over two days, some vague buildings could already be seen in front of them, far exceeding the villages and towns where they rested in the past two days.There is a tall and slender building that is particularly conspicuous among them. It is the bell tower of the college, which was built by the church with the help of the college, and it is naturally located on the site of the seminary.

The wind with a little fishy smell, the trembling bells.Kraft knew that they had returned to Wendeng Port, a rare city in the northern part of the kingdom.

(End of this chapter)