Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 124 Lifting the Veil
William followed suit, following the leading figure to the entrance of the cave.

New soil and rock spread out from under their feet, fanning out to the foot of the mountain.The rocks and road sections at the entrance of the cave disappeared, replaced by a broken ramp. The soil was first squeezed into a denser texture than any road, and then collapsed under the huge weight, and collapsed along the mountain.

The earth and rocks are pouring, and small streams of quicksand are still pouring down among the rocks, forming a khaki waterfall, in which small mineral grains refract the light of the frosty body, shining hard and beautiful.

Kraft stepped into the moonlight, bathed in the clear white, and the dust settled around him, like a cloud that lifted him up the crystal-paved stairs.

With blond hair and gilded silver, traces of fighting with evil things still remain on the sword, as if descending from the world like an inhuman being, promising to lead the gods and believers to open up a road from hell to the world.

Perhaps it was a psychological effect, and William felt a kind of temperament that he had never seen before in the dizziness, flashing in the back in front of him.The familiar Kraft at that moment became someone else, with an indescribable strangeness.

Although it has no wings, if an uninformed person imagines it arbitrarily, he will probably recognize it as an angel or something higher, contained by a human body.

The strange and uncomfortable feeling passed by, but he didn't float up or grow a circle of light. In a burst of wailing, like a puppet with its strings cut, all the power was taken away, and he fell straight to the ground.

The captain pulled back his shoulder in time, put one hand on the shoulder, and supported half of Kraft's body, "Hey, don't break your nose during the last journey."

Unlike many collapsed people, Kraft was desperately opening his eyes wide, as if trying to capture more of his field of vision, and tried his best to breathe despite the flying dust, sniffing the breath in the air.

In a state of extreme exhaustion, it shows a morbid desire to understand the surrounding environment, like a strangled person instinctively expands his chest to inhale, but the air he ingests can never meet his needs.William speculated that this was some kind of serious aftereffect of "witchcraft". After repeated use and a round of outbreaks, it reached the limit like physical exhaustion.

"How about it, can you still take two steps? If I could carry you down five years ago, not necessarily now."

"It sucks." Kraft swayed drunkenly for a while, found a balance and feedback on his feet, stepped on the ground, and relieved some of the burden for William, "Let's go, I'm not sure if those faces can catch up." Come here, if you don't have the ability to help me fight them, you'd better go faster."

Although the original mountain road was not found again, the collapsed earthworks eased the slope of the first half of the road.

After walking hard for about half an hour, Kraft finally regained the ability to act autonomously.For him, what is more serious is the mental exhaustion, and his physical strength is still reserved. Instead, he has to help William who is shivering downhill during the second half of the road.

Passing through the noisy villagers, they came to the only house with light. The corpses slanting at the door made the faces of the two of them quickly become serious.

"Kup, Yvonne!?"

Kraft drew his sword and rushed into the house, mentally prepared for the heretics to take hostages, and even leave behind dead bodies.

He didn't think too much about the possible conflict.Someone who has not killed a single person but has rich experience in death fighting, is confident that even without the assistance of mental senses, it is not something that a few villagers without the cooperation of crossbows and arrows can win.

If anyone is going to use the standards of Cooper or William's crew to speculate on the level of professionals, then he doesn't mind giving him an expensive practical lesson.

"Um...Peter?"

As expected, the scene inside was a mess.The overturned table, the scorched lamp oil burn marks, and a few blood stains at the door.The packages were broken up as if they had been stolen, and the things were sorted out hastily and then piled up together.

Unexpectedly, the only one lying on the ground was the local guide, with a bandaged cotton cloth wrapped around his waist that was definitely lower than the passing line.

Kupp hid behind the door, saw who was pointing the sword at him, and put down the hammer, "Mr. Kraft, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."

"Remember not to backlight the next time you hide." Commenting on the failure of this ambush, Kraft retracted his sword and looked to the other side of the door. A small figure was putting his hand behind him, "Where are you? You took it again." What? I don't remember teaching the Kupura girl to fight."

He held out his hand, and, albeit reluctantly, Yvonne handed over what she was trying to hide.

A rusty dagger, not the kind of shapeless pocket knife made by a raw blacksmith, born to be distinguished from the same kind used for cutting sundries, double-edged and pointed, it looks good for stabbing.

It is rare to appear here, and it is considered a valuable item, but it has not been well maintained.Unless its former owner was out of his mind, it shouldn't be.

"Your spoils? I have to say, Kupu, you performed very well in your first actual combat. I'm sure grandpa will like you."

Old Wood never supported Kraft himself to participate in any battles outside of training, but he liked the young people who dared to exercise their muscles with real swords with him on the castle training ground, even if they could not win with one leg most of the time.

As time passed, fewer and fewer people dared to do this. Maybe one day bringing Kupp back could fill this vacancy.

"My trophy." Yvonne corrected, waiting impatiently for Kraft to return the dagger to her.

"Oh?" Kraft held the blade and handed out the wooden handle, and found that his hand was a little sticky, which was half-dried blood on the rust spots.

"Indeed, without Yvonne's help, I wouldn't be able to do this by myself." Kupp felt deeply regretful. He was not sure what level he should achieve, and whether this matter would lower Kraft's evaluation.There is room for justification, however.

"But I promise, there's a reason for it, the guy with this dagger is very weird. The smell on him reminds me of... the time you healed me." He recalled the smell, but couldn't think of it. An accurate adjective that can only be referred to by an experience that only two people can understand

Seeing William following, Kupp didn't know whether to talk about the disappearing and reappearing ghostly action, and decided to talk to Kraft privately, "I think you'll want to see that guy. Besides, we use some of the captain's spirits to wash the wounds."

Kraft nodded, and raised his evaluation of Kupp by a notch, "I see, you've done a good job. There's no rush, let's take a look at your and Peter's wounds first."

It sounds like the wounds on their bodies came from Yvonne's "spoils of war", and the rust covered is a good place for deadly bacteria to breed.It is better to open the wound as soon as possible and re-disinfect it. A few days later, an example will be given to explain the dangers of Clostridium tetani infection.

"Can you..." Cooper subconsciously covered his wound, and when he thought of the pain that was comparable to sprinkling salt, he didn't want to experience it again.

"No. Now debride the wound, I will take care of your life and death; after a few days to clean up, your life and death will be taken care of by the heavenly father." Wound cleaning and dressing change is a technical job, and you must never believe that a Mengxin will do it properly when it is done by itself. What's more, the wound was still on him.

Curiosity made Kraft want to see why the deep breath appeared on the heathen, but this must be done after he patiently inspected the wound.

Invite William to hold Kupp together, carefully use the tweezers in the utensil box to remove small rust flakes, dirt and blood scabs one by one, and use up half a bottle of spirits.

As for Peter, who was still in a coma, the stab in the back of the waist was too deep, and there was nothing he could do after cleaning the superficial wound with the existing conditions. Since there is no obvious shock symptom, no mass and hematoma, it should not hurt the renal artery and vein. , depending on the location, it will not touch the abdominal aorta or other large blood vessels.

For items such as kidney and ureter injuries, he is helpless and difficult to detect.His assessment is highly consistent with Coop: if he didn't die, he might survive.

After doing all this, Kraft washed his hands, came to the crooked man who was dragged outside the door, and lifted the hood.

The sunken face made it difficult to loosen the bandages on the face, and the bandages had to be slowly pulled away circle by circle.What is puzzling is that there are many more hard objects rubbed under the cloth than expected, and the number and volume are not like the facial bones in the impression.

　Western Fantasy, Low Magic Σ () I like Low Magic, such a serious Western Fantasy is too rare these days, give it a push.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)