Krafft's Anomaly Notes

It was already the next morning when Kraft saw Green.

The latter sat on a coffin, leaning against a small bonfire, dripping water from his sticky hair, and white steam rose from the folds of his clothes.

The shape of the water mop is half reassuring.At least it was possible to sit on the coffin instead of lying in it.

It can be seen that there was an emergency last night, and the situation deteriorated to the point where it couldn't get worse in a short period of time, so the people who should have been in the camp had to go out in person.

And the most important thing is that he not only has the courage to go out, but also the ability to come back, which is rare and gratifying.

After all, not all church members are willing to accommodate. If this bond is lost, cooperation limited to verbal agreement is tantamount to a complete rupture.

Not seeing the deceased, and the priest didn't seem like the kind of person who would sit on his companion's coffin, Kraft calmed down and stepped forward to say hello.

As soon as he approached, Green, who was asleep, quickly put on the hilt of his sword, and turned his head to look.

His mental state is not commensurate with his excessive sensitivity and vigilance. First, his subconscious mind draws a safe conclusion and relaxes his fingers, and only after a few seconds does he recognize the identity of the person.

"Ah, professor." Father Green took a deep breath, awakened himself from the chaotic state, and stretched out his hand to prevent the professor from finding a place on the coffin board. "You came later than expected."

"Then can you imagine that I set off at dinner time yesterday? Not everyone can dare to try again after being ambushed on a rainy night."

"Attack?" The keyword effectively stimulated the nerves, and Green's eyes became sharper.

"Infidels, I suspect we have been noticed long ago. Most of them are left forever, but your people have lost." Speaking of the monks who passed away last night, Kraft expressed deep regret, "Please forgive me. "

Green was not particularly excited, or his reaction was contained in a short suffocation, and he seemed a little slow to this shocking news.

"Heavenly Father will accept their souls and ascend into the blessed kingdom." Fingers turned the hilt of the sword, and the weak flame folded through the two-winged guard to produce an oxidized fuzzy yellowish glow, and the eyes turned unconsciously with the light spot until it disappeared In the shadow of the broken pottery.

"They just went there one step ahead and waited for us to complete our due obligations before getting together."

He stared blankly at the complex shadows that swallowed up the weak spots of light, and suddenly added, "The church is responsible for taking care of what they have left in the world, their reputation, property, and family."

The professor tactfully did not disturb him, and let Green immerse himself in this state, as if praying or persuading himself.

Lingering fear, grief, and aimless fear and resentment emerged in turn among the changing expressions, ready to come out.But they were gradually smoothed away from the face with the smooth prayer that seemed to be etched on the tongue.

In this way, he seems to have found some kind of fulcrum again, or got a temporary anesthesia.A few minutes later, the tired but calm priest returned.

"Tell me about the attack you encountered."

"It's hard to describe in one word." How can one describe this, the pagan who met Lanami Flying Blade on the way?

"Unlike trained people, it's easy to solve most of them, the bad thing is that one of them performed some kind of, uh... 'heretic's evil trick', which is something that doesn't make sense."

Kraft found a term that he thought might be more suitable for communication, and observed the attitude of the other party.

Now that things are going on, the next step will inevitably involve deeper levels, and different people's attitudes towards cognitive subversion can often not be inferred from ordinary impressions, from collapse on the spot, to outbreaks of despair, pathological desires, etc., it is difficult to predict.

"Abnormalities, or abnormal phenomena? I think what you are talking about is this, a special word used to describe things that cannot be explained clearly, such as..."

Green paused mid-sentence when he noticed that someone was looking at him with a kind of wonder, as if looking at something strange.

"Why, am I like the kind of person who only touches books in his life? The collection of books in the church may not be less than that in the university. Understanding the will of the Lord requires more extensive knowledge than ordinary erudition." Realizing that I was trapped in a stereotype Impression, he mercilessly pointed out the fallacy of this view.

The clergy who can reach this position basically have three subjects of grammar, logic, and rhetoric education, and those who go further will take electives such as arithmetic, geometry, astronomy, and church music.

"At least you have to know what to call something in an accurate, unambiguous way."

"Sorry, prejudice always obscures the eyes of mortals." Kraft frankly admitted his mistake, but he still didn't think the priest would accept something easily.

"In short, I found something very special, something that you would never think of. Maybe it can help us, and no one should be indifferent."

Unexpectedly, Green was not immediately intrigued, but asked a secondary question first: "How many people have seen it?"

"For the time being, there are only the people you send to inform us. What they see is limited. I have a sense of proportion and will not let irrelevant people know what they shouldn't know."

"That's not too bad."

"Why do you say that?" Listening to this meaning, it seems that the other party is trying his best to narrow the scope of insiders, to the extent that he wants to distinguish the reliable and unreliable among "their own people".

"Because of something you would never expect."

Kraft's words were returned as they were.When he was wondering, Green stood up from the coffin and lifted the cover.

Inside the coffin, which was supposed to be used to conceal people's ears, lies a reddish-brown, bloated human figure lying on its back, with scorched and burnt marks on its surface.

"Armor? Where did you find this thing?" The first reaction was surprise, followed by instinctive regret.

"In the water channel, but I'm not sure if it's the water channel we thought." Green was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water. The emotions he had suppressed surged out again when he saw the armor, and a sense of acid reflux filled his throat. Make the voice hoarse.

"To be precise, we didn't find it, but it found us. And that section of the waterway. Thinking about it now, it was like it was spliced ​​into a normal tunnel at that time and then removed."

It's a weird and illogical sentence. I can't imagine how a section of waterway is collaged and removed like shredded paper.But to the ears of those who are interested, confusion and lack of logic are the characteristics in themselves.

"and then?"

"What does this look like to you?"

Following the pointer, Kraft shifted his attention from the faintly visible burnt matter in the armor to the inconspicuous golden pattern on the breastplate, and blurted out a word that had been on his lips.

"Sword in the Stone?!"

For a time, many seemingly unrelated information were connected in series, and the dense threads were intertwined in my mind and extended to countless directions, as if nothing was pointed out.

"Keep your voice down, we have to hide this." Green wanted to sew his mouth shut.Seeing that Kraft hadn't fully reacted, he pointed out his biggest worry, "No one would want to get involved in big troubles related to the royal family for a pagan cult that 'didn't cause much trouble', you understand me mean?"

Went to take a test|ω｀)