Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 172 Yvonne
Yvonne ran across the uncovered section of the road as fast as he could and reached the bottom of the tower.A section of stone steps of about twenty or thirty steps leads downwards obliquely, and visitors' residences with sparse lights can be seen.

It was originally a part of the defense around the inner castle in the early days, but it lost its original value in the rounds of external expansion of the castle, and it was used as a temporary residence for the audience, but the whole has not been greatly remodeled, only the front and rear doors and some windows are narrow s room.

If the people inside realized that something special happened in time, as long as the two thick wooden doors embedded with iron were closed, they should be very safe.

All she had to do was hurry up and let them know before something arrived.

Open doors cast light from within the building, snaking and snaking up the stone steps.Yvonne ran towards the light, although those flashing unknown images were urging her to move forward, but she still slowed down. These stone steps were half the height of her calf, and it was more laborious to go up, but to go up One misstep the next time could have serious consequences.

After spending a difficult half a minute on the stairs, she stood in front of the door clutching her beating heart, tiptoed against the door and looked inside.Fortunately, standing in the long and wide hall is still the internal affairs officer and the accompanying servants, rather than some strange and inhuman things.

"Mr. Wilbert!" she cried, eager to describe what she had seen. "Close the door, something is coming up!"

What responded to her was the unanimous surprise and confusion on different faces. They heard every word clearly, but did not make any further reactions.Facing Yvonne's eagerness, Wilbert only showed a smile of understanding.

"No need to worry, Miss Yvonne, those lights are the torches used by the knights on patrol. You can think that Westminster Castle is the safest place in the entire kingdom, and routine night patrols are part of this security."

Even the servants puffed out their chests slightly, proud of serving this huge fortress.

"But I saw that the patrol torches were extinguished, at least three of them, and one was on the mountain road, not far from here." The dizziness that had just stopped running made Yvonne feel double shadows in front of her eyes, and her steps were light, and she put those Bizarre content poured out, "I also saw it"

Although he was still thinking of Tong Yan Wuji, Wilbert at least put away his smile, "What else did you see?"

"I also saw the cliff. I mean the torch fell off the cliff." The words came to her lips, "something is climbing on the cliff" was swallowed, and she saw her identity from the light attitude of the other party question.

What I saw at the time was too unreasonable, just like the original owner of the dagger under the pleats of my skirt, who was covered in a carapace like a ghost. Anyone who saw it with their own eyes could hardly believe their eyes after thinking about it, let alone listened to it. The illusion caused by being too nervous and afraid.And as a scared little girl, there's no credibility.

However, such a statement alone does not serve as a warning at all. She decided to lie, "I seem to have seen someone attacking them. I swear in the name of Mr. Kraft!"

In order to make the oral description more believable, she had to swear on something like those who swear, Heavenly Father or some other weighty thing.

Religious belief has long since been wiped out, and the remaining sense of mystery has been destroyed by Father Adrian. In desperation, there is only one person who may be more important and relevant.

The words didn't do much, one of "raid" or "craft" to make the steward look a little more serious, stifling the minions' laughter with stern eyes.However, it is hard to say how much of this action is out of belief, or whether it is due to the emphasis on the name on the surface.

"Tom, go and see."

The servant led the order to run away and plunged into the darkness outside the opposite door, and the report came quickly: "Master Internal Affairs Officer, there are more torches below."

Yvonne felt she heard a non-existent chuckle, and the well-trained servants lowered their heads, hiding their expressions from the light.

Looking down from here, there is no difference between two or three fires. Since the outer defenses are still operating normally, this is still the most stable fortress in the kingdom.This is a dead end, unless someone is willing to go down and verify it, otherwise it is unprovable nonsense.

Wilbert's attitude didn't change because of the servant's return, and he remained as gentle and polite as ever, "Miss Yvonne, please rest assured. We can arrange for the next passing knight to escort you up."

That kind of inaudible laughter sounded in her head. She felt that it didn't come from the few people in front of her who seemed polite but didn't take it seriously, but from the mocking of something approaching in the night wind. Who would have thought In the middle of the night, something could quietly appear in the inner ring of the high wall, climb up the rock wall, and drag the heavily armed guards and their light source off the cliff together.

In her capacity, these people cannot be persuaded, and it is too late to change places now. Perhaps their limbs have climbed onto the platform and are about to step into this obvious target, isolated in the dark, and she is also isolated in not being able to help. of people.

Powerless and flustered, Yvonne tried her best to suppress these useless emotions. She has sufficient experience of isolation and independent action, not those of her peers who would only cry without help.What is needed at this time is not venting emotions, but calm, independent thinking without interference, there will always be a way.

"I want to be alone for a while, give me a key."

"Of course, as long as you need it, Miss." Compared to blocking a road, a willful little request is not so excessive, and at most it needs to be sorted out later.Under Yvonne's anxious gaze, Wilbert took a key from a bunch of keys, "The first room on the second floor, if you don't need it urgently, we can arrange for someone to clean it up first."

"no need."

Almost snatching the key, Yvonne ran up the stairs holding it.This action was probably taken as the little girl's embarrassment and anger. The internal affairs officer didn't care about it, and saluted gracefully as always, and put away the key chain.

For the last time, Yvonne looked at the person who was still behind him.Those faces were blurred in the dim light, as if they were shrinking and moving away, no different from those torches that Yu Yu walked forward in the night, they were separated by a long distance, even if they shouted hard, they couldn't hear each other, some ember points that didn't produce any intersection .

She climbed up the stairs without looking back, successfully opened the door with the key, closed the window and drew the curtains, locked the door bolt, and slid on the ground with her back against the door panel.

Heart pounding in chest, head swollen.After a moment of hesitation, she covered the lampshade, leaving only a speck of light projected from the keyhole in the entire room, projecting onto the scattered skirt.

Pulling up the hem of the skirt to avoid the light, she imagined that she was integrated with the darkness, trying to calm down the overly obvious heartbeat and breathing in the silence.

The voice of a person calling his name came from downstairs. It was Wilbert's internal affairs officer, and "Tom", the servant's name, could be vaguely heard.

When there was no response, Wilbert yelled again.At the same time, she heard many voices passing under the window as if she was walking in the mud of low tide, accompanied by a smell that she thought had been vague in her memory.

That smell is bound to the darkest and numb memories, and it pulls the consciousness back to the room in the deep alley of Comfort Harbor. I don’t know whether it is a few days of pain or relief.She covered her mouth to prevent herself from speaking out of fear or whatever.

The smell of departed souls and decaying bodies walks and climbs.

The voice from downstairs came again. At first, he was puzzled, as if he had seen the questioning of an unidentified stranger walking outside the door.After a very short and felt extremely long silence, in the room without the howling of the wind, for the first time tonight, she clearly and completely heard the sounds that ordinary people would make when they saw those things.

A horrified scream like gouging out his eyes.

Running chaotically, calling for help, overturning the furnishings, and falling to the ground in a string of small metal parts, she reluctantly and undeniably recognized one or two that still corresponded to the impression.

After a while, these voices ceased to exist.There was a painful and severe cough, and it was hard to tell which one was which. The rancid smell rushed in from the keyhole, and there was also dust that made the throat itchy. It was necessary to strangle the throat and endure the physiological urge to swallow sneezing and coughing.

The smell is still intensifying, approaching.Yvonne opened his eyes, not knowing what to look at, and could only stare at the knuckle-sized keyhole light spot on the ground.

Soggy and rotten, that's all she knew about things that had been dismembered by mildew and not cleaned.When the outside became quiet, she covered her mouth and nose tightly and only let out a breath, hoping that those things would leave soon.

Tranquility and stillness will destroy the sense of time, making it difficult for people to believe what they think. It seems that a long time has passed, but the light shining in has no tendency to dim.The unchanging silence, fatigue spreading, pulling hands, nervousness and fear quickly consumed physical strength and energy.Yvonne fumbled to the keyhole and turned his head to try to peek out.

The spot of light disappeared, and it returned to brightness in an instant. The gentle light passed through the small hole, pretending that nothing happened.

【They didn't leave】

As if to confirm this idea, the keyhole was covered and illuminated again.Horrified and inexplicable thoughts emerged one after another, and Yvonne couldn't figure out why they were staying here, and went up to the second floor.

Pointless wandering?Or are you looking for something?Search for the only survivor here?

As if there would be a knock on the door in the next second, the survival instinct wanted to get up and run away.But unless she can squeeze through the window, which is absolutely not as wide as a skull, she can only be blocked in this room.

Wait, wait, she thought, grabbing the wooden handle of the dagger.This weapon is basically new except for the metal material. The handle is made of good-smelling pine wood.

Yvonne quickly felt that it was meaningless again.They've already taken out the night watchman and the adults downstairs; what else can this dagger do?The experience of helping Coop turn the tide of the war did not make her have unrealistic fantasies. On the contrary, she knew her own limitations very well.

A doubt, an unavoidable doubt, appeared in front of my eyes.No matter how hard she tried, could there really be any change?Even if she can be as strong as a knight and command others like Wilbert's internal affairs officer, there is no difference in essence.

She used to think that Comfort Harbor was cold and terrifying enough, and she had already mastered some of the necessary abilities for life.

But there is also the fact that is far more terrifying than that, and colder than imagined, that any effort by anyone is meaningless when something comes, just like Dr. Kraft admitted that his father's illness cannot be solved, and the ocean will not It doesn't matter whether it's the captain or the sailor who drowns.

This thought made the body tremble slightly, more than the despair lingering in the rotten thing outside the door.

【if.】

What if?She sat there for a while, leaning against the door panel, thinking it would be nice if Kraft, or at least Coop, were here, but it didn't change the fact that she was the last person here.This heightened the sense of hopelessness and powerlessness.

Fortunately, Yvonne has always felt that he has another advantage that is not considered an advantage, and that is his strong adaptability.

He moved away from the door and leaned against the foot of the bed, so as to stay away from the increasingly strong smell of putrefaction and dust, and to prevent uncontrollable coughing.

From the fear at the beginning, to a little numbness.Then she counted the number of times the keyhole was blocked, and after she reached the eighth finger, she waited a long time for the ninth one.

They did not leave, but stayed in the building.You know, they can climb up from the bottom of the cliff, and continue to come here after attacking the patrollers on the mountain road, but now they can't go.

When he didn't realize it, Yvonne was observing them, understanding the actions of those things through the light of the keyhole, just like observing those people with malicious intentions, thinking about what they want.By studying the behavior of those people, she learned to deal with relationships and apply similar methods.But the same logic doesn't work in this case. Does it?
An extremely absurd thought came to her that frightened her—why not?
【This is that kind of thing】

They are more dangerous than the whims of man, not necessarily more incomprehensible, but possessing powers that neither armor nor numbers can handle.

The Bone Armor Monster encountered in the southern hills couldn't stand Kupu's casual throw, but he had the absolute upper hand.This is the kind of thing she wants to understand, a more direct power than the page hammer, and beyond her cognition of "ability" in the previous ten years of life.

Part of her fear turned into feelings she hadn't imagined, she felt about the power.
【envious】

The power to blow out the ember point easily.

She crawled towards the keyhole and stuck to it to observe the outside world. If a soul from another world was present and looked at the keyhole outside, he would see familiar eyes, which were the eyes she had looked at the black liquid, fear, curiosity, and more eager expectations.

Perhaps when she is older and more mature, and her mind is softened by a gentle life and academic career, she will not be able to have such an idea, but here is the current Yvonne.Pure and not childish thinking is running, sorting out what you see in this building.

Shocked by the thriving and colorful mushroom bushes and the half-decayed corpse shells, she couldn't find their purpose and law of action for the time being, but she thought of another thing belatedly.

【I may not be the last person here】

　I worked the night shift the day before yesterday, and got off work at noon yesterday. I failed to get jet lagged, so I changed to a [-]-in-[-] update. +_+
　　
　
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