Krafft's Anomaly Notes

"Father, the people above have just come."

"When?" Green turned his neck, resting on the coffin board for a long time made the back of his neck a little sore, but it was still bearable.

The monk re-lighted the lantern that looked at the map for him. In the dim light, another passageway could be seen marked. "Just now, it rained again."

"Is it raining heavily?"

"It's not big, it's the same as before, so I didn't wake you up."

Listen to the sound of water on the opposite side of the rock crevice, where the water flow from the ground converges into strands.Maybe it's because the sense of hearing is particularly sensitive after waking up, the water seems to be a little bigger than before, washing the mud and sending out a decaying rhythm like a shriveled vessel.

"Wake me up next time, no matter what the situation, don't wait." Green ordered, "How many times has it rained recently?"

"Probably three or four times?" Recalling after thinking for a moment, the monk gave the answer.

In summer, there are so many unseasonable showers, which come and go quickly, barely penetrate the soil layer, and even less seep into the ground, which only slightly raises the water layer in the tunnel.

The impact on search is not as great as expected, and it will not hinder walking if it does not reach the ankle.

When they converged into the hall, they could feel the increase in the amount of water significantly. The waterfall overflowed the cracks on the stone steps, overflowed the green and black moss, and covered everything under the distorted light and shadow of the water surface.

And that deep hexagonal well is still devouring a terrifying amount of water insatiably, and the bottom seems to lead to a daunting endless nothingness, a day that will never be filled.

Only the monks guarding the hall in turn reported that the sound of falling water seemed to be getting louder and thicker.It reminds people of a huge cauldron that is gradually being filled.

The team was still going out in rotation, and the monks who held the right to violence given by the heavenly father inevitably began to feel anxious, and they still couldn't find a place where they could display their abilities dignifiedly.

The light they discovered earlier was like bait thrown into the water to lure them, and when they deliberately searched for it, they disappeared.

"How long have our people been out?" Green looked around the stone room. There were still water marks on the boots of the team that was stationed to rest, and Vadin was among them.Looks like a rotation just took place not too long ago.

"It's been a while."

"Can you call them back?"

"Probably too late, they should have already walked through the hall." The monk sat down beside Green, and stretched out his hands to the flames to roast. There was always humidity near the waterway.

"You're too worried. It's just a light rain, similar to before. There's no need to stop searching for it. We also want to find those damned heretics as soon as possible and leave this place as soon as possible."

Of course, I didn't question the young priest's prudence, but there was too much light rain in summer, and sometimes it stopped before the team that went out came back, so it seemed a bit unworthy to call back the team that had just left.

Green was silent for a while, tapping the map.In terms of several experiences, this makes sense, forcibly interrupting the search can also aggravate anxiety.

But some words are like a thorn stuck in the skin, and from time to time there are small but sharp alerts when he wants to make a move.

"After a while, you can go up and have a look again. If the rain doesn't stop, call back our guards in the hall first, and the returning team should not go out for the time being."

"Of course, as you wish."

The stone room became quiet, and the church staff naturally adapted to this quiet atmosphere, which was consistent with the solemn church environment that needed to be walked quietly.

The priest studied the incomplete map alone under the lamp, trying to discover some hidden laws, and spent the past few days like this.

Get rid of restlessness.He meditated on the teachings of the holy scriptures, and if this were a test, he would not disappoint the Lord.

Resisting the irritability in his heart, Green continued to look at the branches that spread out like roots. The new passages have been drawn on the map, but most of the forks are still blocked, and a small part has no end.

Walking along those dotted or transverse lines with his fingertips, he began to have a guess—whether these branches that did not reach the end were actually blocked in a certain section further upstream, thus restricting the flow of the waterway after the shower range of change.

Who the hell came down to the ground and knocked them down?
That may have been a long time ago, otherwise it would not be described as "similar chiseling marks on the remains of the birth of the kingdom".

It is hard to imagine that in ancient times, someone spent a lot of manpower and time on destroying these older tunnels.

But why would they do this?
Green was immersed in clueless speculation until the monks rested one after another and began to whisper their daily prayers.

A message was delivered to his ear——the rain hasn't stopped.

"Vadin, come here." Green closed the map and realized that he had neglected a small thing all along. In places where the time cannot be estimated by the weather, he should bring a large hourglass to time it.

"Any orders? We're leaving soon."

"No, wait for a while, it's been raining up there for a while." Green pressed his shoulders, and suppressed a trace of restlessness in his heart, trying not to let it show on his face, "You bring people Go and call back the sentry in the hall."

"I'm going right now."

Vadin nodded and left, and immediately led a few people over the crack.

After a while, a muffled voice came through the narrow gap, "Green, the water flow has become a bit stronger, but it's not a big problem. They must come back in time now."

"I see." Holding the ground, the priest got up and walked to the edge of the rock, and the sound of treading water quickly disappeared.

Vadin didn't keep him waiting for long.Soon, several monks who were wet and shivering followed back to the stone room.

One of them sheepishly suggested a shorter shift, and the humidity in the hall seemed to be too high to be overcome by faith.

The priest coughed a few times and nodded yes, his calm attitude did not change.But as his right-hand man and the person who knew him best, Vadin realized that his mind was not here at all.

Like a wild animal in a cage, Green walked from one end of the room to the other, subconsciously glancing at each crack in the rock that led to the waterway.He finally couldn't bear it any longer, and asked the sentry in the hall to confirm the elapsed time of the two teams outside.

However, the darkness's sense of time was too blurred, and after getting an inaccurate answer, his pacing speed increased significantly.

"Damn it, I told you to return as soon as you noticed the change in the water flow, why didn't they take it seriously."

At least half of the people present lowered their heads. After the initial cautiousness, most people actually felt contemptuous.

If they encountered a not too big change in water flow, they would probably also want to seize the time to explore the branch road before returning, so as not to make an extra trip.

"Wadin, you lead someone." It was a bit too long, and an unexplained premonition appeared in my heart, like a chill seeping from the skin and backflowing into the heart, causing the life-supporting beating to miss a beat.

He believed in his intuition and took it as a revelation, "No, I'll go by myself, Vadin, you stay here, what's the matter to make a decision for me."

After sorting out the items as quickly as possible and hanging the sword on his belt, Father Green led the rested monks through the cracks in the rock, lit the torch, and headed to the hall without hiding their tracks.

Going down the waterway and approaching the exit of the channel, Green unexpectedly walked this section of the road very easily. Even if the flame flickered, it did not affect a stable layer of light floating on the water.

After rushing forward for a while, he belatedly realized that it was not the light from the torch in his hand, but the dim light that came from the hall below and refracted retrogradely from the entrance of the cave through layers of water mist.

Like the afterglow of some dying celestial body.

Mom!