Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 171 The Night of the High Wall
Carrying a lantern, Yvonne left the heated discussion scene.The subordinates and knights were still arguing about what caused the noise, and as expected, it developed into personal attacks, and there was a tendency to meet to find out.

In fact, she wanted to listen to it for a while, but it was indeed time to leave now.Regardless of the fact that the sun is still hanging high in the burning clouds in the sky at this moment, the stone stairs and corridors with only narrow and long shooting holes for lighting behind the thick and high walls already need lighting to pass through.

The way back is not short. Starting from the workshop in the outer fort, we climbed layer by layer and passed through buildings that are as high and low as the multi-layer cake of the banquet, and finally passed through the checkpoint of the inner fort and returned to the residence.

Those tall stairs took time and effort to climb up. It took her some time to climb up to the upper level. Standing on the terrace, she could see that the crowd gathered around the workshop gradually dispersed. the countertop, put small tools back indoors.

A flame lit up in the fading sky, and a few small pieces spread out along the road under the shadow of the high wall, like ashes drifting in a ditch filled with cold water.

It was a night patrol team, some of which would be led by a knight. Meeting a lady who came home late was probably a rare bright spot in their dull and moldy duty. Very troublesome.

She quickened her pace, intending to return to the room earlier.

Outside the house-shaped window next to the spiral staircase of the tower, a large piece of things with strange chirping rushed past. The sudden fright caused her to stagger a step, and her calf knocked against the blunt edge of the next step.

Sitting down and lifting the hem of the skirt, Yvonne rubbed the sore spot and looked out. They were countless birds, usually hovering around the lower barn, feeding on the grain particles scattered during transportation, and were frightened by swarms of unknown things. Rising, rising and flying high like a black cloud.

Until their eagerly flapping wings completely merged into the dark sky, the continuous and noisy singing still echoed between the rock walls.

Few people have the opportunity to witness so many birds flocking and passing by at close range. The surprise makes people temporarily forget everything else, including the pain in their legs.

And the flock of birds seemed to be messengers of day and night, and the skylight in the window receded and disappeared unconsciously. When she stood up again, only the borrowed lantern was left to illuminate her surroundings.

She continued to climb with some difficulty, stepped over stone steps of different heights, and passed through interconnected corridors and halls.The section with the most doors is the common visitor quarters of the Barbican.

Probably because of the off-season, the servants only lit up three or four lights.Food that had lost its temperature was placed in front of a door, and solidified white fat was floating on the soup.An unusually busy man is standing at the door with a new order of food.

"Professor Brimer, are you there?" His call was not answered, and seeing Yvonne approaching with a lantern, Wilbert handed the tray to the servant as a polite greeting, "Good night, Miss Yvonne, I hope the view of Westminster did not disappoint you; armor is always shorter than skirts."

"I heard that some energetic young men always harass a lady recently, and I have reminded them that this kind of behavior is too rude for a knight." Courteously circled a big circle, making the conversation The initiation of is not so purposeful, and there is actually only one sentence to say.

"Do you know where Mr. Brimmer might be?"

"Good night, Mr. Wilbert." After living here for a while, Yvonne also understood the rules of this kind of behavior a little bit, spending time leisurely seems to be a manifestation of status etiquette, "He didn't talk to me This kind of thing was mentioned. Why do you ask?"

"My master has some health problems and needs to be consulted, and I thought that there would be a visit from a well-known figure in the industry, but unfortunately it didn't happen."

"I heard that he is visiting for an academic gathering. When we met, did you tell Miss that you would visit other places today?"

"No, Professor Brimer only said that he would live here for a day or two, waiting for Mr. Kraft to come back." Yvonne shook her head. She was not worried that this man was going to steal something from the room in the inner castle.Not to mention the brass lock on the door that requires a key, the inner castle roving guards and several checkpoints will not be selectively blind either.

"Well, it seems that we can only ask our own doctors, and I'm afraid they won't be of much help." The internal affairs officer removed the cold dinner and left the new one in place, "As for this, let's deal with it. "

The servant came downstairs briskly carrying cold soup, bread and meat, with a genuine smile on his face.Yvonne often wonders where the food that has not been eaten in time at the door goes, and the unified answer she gets is "dispose of it", anyway, it will not be served to the guests for the second time.

Sometimes she found this luxury more viscerally surprising than the castle walls.

Get some lamp oil from the servant and leave the guest room area.Behind him, Internal Affairs Officer Wilbert was talking to himself, blaming himself for letting some careless person arrange Professor Brimmer to the outer fort.

There is still a long way to go.Yvonne clung to a low fence that was said to have fallen to his death, and walked slowly through.In fact, there was no danger at all for her height, but the night wind blowing from high above and below the cliff seemed to throw her body up into the bottomless starry sky.

The sense of foreboding, some natural impulse made her stick her head out and look down in fear and curiosity.

The night patrol team holding the torches looks like jumping light points, an inverted and sparse star map, and the sense of direction is confused.And the body feels more and more light, and at any time it has to leave the ground with only two feet in contact and no fixed ground.

Everything looks cold and insignificant from this angle of view. Those characters with splendid armor, busy chores, complicated etiquette, and their own thoughts, and of course herself, are all a tiny spot of light, no different from each other, and the same as before. The ones I've seen are no different.

An indescribable feeling stuck in the throat, like half-baked wheat grains, too difficult to swallow or spit out.

She thought about a lot, visitors, knights, professors, internal affairs officers, and seemed to think of nothing at all. These were all fused into a lump, a lump of congealed and mixed raw lumps, and she understood it but didn't understand it at all.

Bored and confused, she only looked at the star array formed by the firelight on the ground, and felt that those insurmountable and incomprehensible things were embers drifting in the wind, and she performed complicated and boring behaviors meaninglessly, and might be caught by a gust of unknown wind at any time. In the blown life, I pursue various things.

As it is now, one of them goes out without warning, and no one notices.

The staring image was reflected in the empty mind, without thinking about it, Yvonne didn't even think about what it might mean, and was immersed in his sudden outburst of emotions or feelings.

Then, another bright spot flickered and disappeared from his eyes.This bright spot is on the ground with an unknown height drop at the foot of the position, and it was still moving silently at the edge of the field of vision a moment ago.She didn't know where it was, maybe it was a stop during the inspection, they walked into the room to enjoy the fire and hot soup, or they just passed a corridor.

The howling night wind blocked any possible sounds from below, and she asked herself if this was normal, but she had never noticed the night view of the stone fortress before.

Instinctively felt that something was wrong, and wanted to ask for help, but this road was rarely passed by at night, and the only internal affairs officer, Wilbert, who might be on the same road, was probably still waiting for Brimmer to return to his room in the accommodation area.

Yvonne subconsciously looked at the building with half of the rooms empty. It was covered by a tower on the way. Considering that he hadn't gone too far, it would only take a while to go back.

is it necessary?After all, no one stipulated that during the night patrol, the fire should be seen from above.

While hesitating, a larger—that is, a spot of light that was closer—flickered and shrunk rapidly, disappearing without a trace.

A cold night wind that was different from before was close to her ears. She was not sure if it was an illusion caused by imagination. The strong wind tore apart the distribution, and what arrived here was one of them.

【what is that? 】

The falling torch illuminated an insignificant piece of the high wall. For just a moment, Yvonne believed that his eyes saw something moving. On the bare rock barrier, there are more than one.

A blank mind is filled with flashing images. At first glance, those things are a combination of protruding mold spots on the orange peel and toadstools. They are easily distinguished from the background due to their unique colors.

As can be seen here, the real size of "Little Mold Spot" is probably... at least adult.

And with the disappearance of the blip, the only nearby indicator of what was going on was also lost.The night patrol team, five or seven people, was worth the very limited information they gave her in the end.

【something is coming up】

I don't know the rest.Yvonne didn't know what they were, how many there were, or where they were, but one thing was clear.

There was no way to stay here any longer, it was an open road, and without thinking, she lifted the lamp and ran towards the nearest building, the tall tower between her and the visitor's house.

If there is still time, you can try to meet up with Wilbert's internal affairs officer. A place with a lot of people will probably be safer.And if something is wrong in the middle, the multi-layer space in the tower can also provide room for temporary hiding and maneuvering.

While running, she inexplicably remembered that night in the southern hills, when something unknown knocked on the door, and she could only rely on others to hide and escape.

Yvonne felt that those indescribable inner blocks became clear at this moment, and she really wanted something that might not exist that could cause a complete change, making herself "powerful", as straightforward and effective as a hammer falling , even more effective, smashing things both visible and intangible, and everything that bored her was powerless.

Instead of being like this now, panicking on the way to escape.

(End of this chapter)