Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 217 Selective Materialism

The sound allowed the swordsman who had lost his target to find his way again.

The response is quick, sharp and quiet.From the time he heard the first syllable blurted out, he started to move, from standing still with the sword hanging down to moving.

Use the voice to cover up the friction noise of long strides to narrow the distance, the secret piercing roar is integrated with the chatter, and the angle is slightly lowered when stabbing, aiming at the chest to increase the hit rate.

Before the words fell, the sword's edge had already reached close to him.

Kraft almost thought that the opponent could also see in pure darkness, but according to observations, the swordsman's actions were indeed based on limited non-visual judgments, sensitively detecting information guidance in the air, and then quickly rushed forward.

The extremely flexible and entangled moves seem to get rid of the hard nature of metal, and the extremely cold swimming posture is like a living snake hunting and gnawing at the target.

"I think there is some misunderstanding here, which makes you have a wrong view of a harmless scholar." Kraft, like a performer shaking a red cloth to attract a bull, moved away a moment before the blade was added, letting him go Hit the wall with momentum.

This caused the weapon to jam into a pile of bones and stones, making a piercing grinding sound.

The pile of bones loosened, the high skull fell, and rolled far away on the ground, confusing the source of the sound.

And the calm and frustrating voice sounded in my ears, "Critic, or should I be called a priest? Sorry, I don't know how to call it. After all, as an ordinary person, I still don't know much about the Tribunal."

The swordsman tried to draw the weapon from its stuck position, but a force twisted his wrist, forcing him to let go of the hilt.

He didn't choose to fight, and stretched his left hand to his waist.Kraft immediately judged the meaning of this action, and wanted to give him a slap in the waist, but considering that there is no condition to deal with the bleeding of abdominal organs at this stage, he still pressed the hilt of his sword against his armpit.

The tingling sensation in the pillow arm, as if waking up from a long sleep, interrupted the counterattack, and the dagger dropped from his hand.While the opponent was completely stunned, the "Harmless Scholar" pulled the lantern with a movable structure from his other waist, and took a few steps back to open the metal leaflet.

The light returned to the scene of the melee.

"Look, we can talk in the light." Kraft moved away from the sword stuck in the bone clump, and generously sheathed the weapon.

Kupp and the armored man backed away from each other warily, and each stood aside.It was dark and then bright, their battle was over before it started, only rich sound effects were heard.

And that amazing swordsman, the leader dressed as a priest in the church team he saw on the first day of his arrival, stared at Kraft in surprise, slowly approached the wall, and drew out his sword with both hands.

"It's not like a professor."

"Are all priests in Dunling like this?"

A strange silence blocked further communication, but the fight just now gave the people in the trial court a clear understanding of the current situation, and force will not bring any improvement to the situation.

If this professor suddenly had some bold idea, in a ghost place where Heavenly Father is too far away and hell is too close, it is hard to say whether they will walk, lie down or divide into batches next time they go to medical school.So it's better to choose the civilized way, temporarily.

"There is also an angel holding a sword under the seat of the Father, and it is difficult to subdue evil spirits because of righteousness." He was not surprised to be recognized from the sword body to the two-winged guard. But the embarrassing thing is that no substantive doubts were found, and it was countered again.

Neither reason nor arrogance prevailed. The other party was still a respectable person. He behaved properly at the moment, and it was a headache. "A professor of medical school, do you need to use a sword to heal a disease? Or is there a patient you need?"

"Oh, it's not necessary when treating a disease, but sometimes we also meet people who have different views on diagnosis and treatment, which cannot be persuaded by professionalism alone." Like most scholars in the college, this professor also maintains That superficial courtesy.

Considering that the two sides had just had an intense exchange, this kind of self-cultivation can be regarded as the best group in the university.

There is even a friendly and humorous smile, but the subtle inconsistency makes people feel that it is a habitual chitin mask formed by years of education and knowledge accumulation. The brittle appearance of snails or cocoon pupae conceals the reality of inner creeping flow Thoughts, emotions, or something more insidious.

The experience of the Inaugural Tribunal gave such an intuitive feeling that no comparison was found in anyone who tried to hide the secret, but he could experience the specialness with some prior knowledge.

It seemed that some unreasonable pain was being suppressed, but he was sure that his proud swordsmanship did not cause even a single bit of damage.

"So... monk, priest, or Your Excellency the Inquisitor?"

As he was asking in a gentle and even tone, he realized that he had lost his consciousness for a moment. With this professor's level, it was enough opportunity for him to walk back and forth in front of the gate of heaven.

But those slender hands were still folded in front of him, as harmless as his expression.

"If you really need a title, you can call me Father Green." At this moment, it would be unavoidable to continue to hold the weapon, and the person who called himself a priest put the sword back into the scabbard, recalling the strange impression of that moment, but It is as ephemeral as the strange imagination caused by the dancing flame image at a certain moment, and it is as unforgettable as the dissipated inspiration.

"You haven't answered my second question, why are you here?"

"Come to investigate the number of people who died of tuberculosis in the local area. This will give me a better understanding of the next workload." Kraft touched his empty pockets, and after confirming that he did not bring anything with him just now, he became confident, "What can I do?" I haven’t touched it, there is no rule that only mourners can come to the cemetery?”

"This is your reason?" The priest felt that he had to ask some questions, otherwise today would be a huge stain in his life.

"As the head of the Society of Tuberculosis and Rare Disease Medicine established by the Duke, I believe that no one should question this. You can write to Rivers University, or even Westminster Fort to check and inquire—if you really have the ability to directly If you contact the latter."

Come on, there’s nothing to ask, basically you don’t need to listen to the part from the Duke onwards. Even if someone who can talk about this kind of backstage endorser is caught dissecting something on the spot in the laboratory, it is not a common trouble to deal with it, let alone What's more, there is no real evidence.

But the good thing is that you don't have to worry about inadvertently bumping into some secret and being risked to kill it, because it is completely unnecessary for such a person.

Green figured this out, and realized that he was in an awkward situation. There was no reason to ask further questions, and it was unacceptable to take a step back and stop there.

The professor, who seems to have a strong desire to communicate, took the initiative to provoke the topic: "If it is convenient, I still want to ask, how does a law-abiding doctor like me make you interested?"

"In the past few days, we have heard some rumors in the new urban area." Speaking of the ins and outs, the more Green thought about it, the more he felt that there was no problem with his derivation, "It is claimed that there are people who can cure diseases through touch, and they spread in a short time. "

"It's indeed an exaggeration. I can only improve part of the symptoms of tuberculosis, but is there any problem?" Kraft felt that he was quite innocent. Before that, there were rumors that the king's touch could cure tuberculosis.

"We oppose all behaviors that blatantly promote unnatural forces."

"Ah?" It's normal for anyone to say this, but here, the roles are somewhat confused.

Seeing that Kraft didn't believe it, he reiterated it firmly: "We oppose any behavior that blatantly promotes unnatural power. There is and only the Lord has supernatural powers in the world. All truly extraordinary abilities come from the Lord, and the Lord The bestowal of God is definitely not for mortals to display and show off, this is to teach people to believe in miracles but not to believe in principles.”

"So publicizing the existing and accessible non-natural abilities is bound to contradict the teachings; while publicizing the non-natural powers also gathers a large number of people, and the influence expands rapidly in a short period of time." This has already been said clearly.

【paganism】

It's hard not to admit that there is some truth to what he said.It is very convincing from the sidelines.

"We did an investigation, and we heard that you came to Dunling to communicate with a transparent liquid that 'makes people temporarily lose all perception', and it came from "refining"." He paused and looked at Kraft, with The reflected lights flickered sharply, trying to find out the emotional expression that could be analyzed.

Hearing this, the professor who had been calm all this time frowned, then stretched out.

"And this is very similar to something you were focusing on earlier?"

　I'm back after the exam! |ω｀)
　　By the way, I recommend the book "Shadows of Great Britain". I found it at NGA, and it feels very interesting.

　　
　
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