Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 253 Lost in the details
It is true that not many people have access to the church's vast library, and unrestricted access to documents is a privilege and honor.

Perhaps because they are generally educated, they are more aware of the lack and fragility of knowledge.Since the first missionaries set foot on the beaches of the Kingdom and a hundred years since the Cathedral of Our Lady was built, the production and collection of texts by organizations and private individuals has not ceased.

Many people with church backgrounds have similar habits and are keen on organizing and translating ancient books or recording various contents.Historical literature, poetry and drama, folk culture, medical prescriptions, and even all kinds of trivial things, it all depends on personal preferences.

Because they are not systematic, these things are complex and fragile, just like a large piece of exquisite glassware. They can easily be lost in an accident or a change in family circumstances, and be scattered into a vast and indifferent cultural vacuum where their value is unknown.

But some of them are always collected, such as the book owner's donation to the faith before his death, the shopping results of a certain monk, and the church itself is a rich source of output, and the number will become quite considerable.

Even a lot of content that "is likely to lead an unsteady-minded lamb astray" is kept in files for emergencies.

Of course, trickles may not always merge into a river, and more likely to form a pool of stagnant water due to poor drainage; cell division does not necessarily mean body growth, and disordered proliferation can only be called tumors.

The church's collection is closer to the latter, which is from the late period.After all, it is difficult to allocate redundant personnel to do a long and unguaranteed sorting and classification work. In fact, it is not easy to barely complete the maintenance.

Just like a huge reservoir, the administrator only pours water into it and does not pay attention to cleaning it. He does not even check carefully what he pours into it. You can imagine the environmental impact that has been caused over the years.

For those who try to dig out useful content, it cannot be said to be looking for a needle in a haystack, it can only be said to be butterfly swimming in a cesspool.

And Green found that he was the one standing on the shore holding a sampan.

"Are you here to return a book?" The copying monk glanced at the condensed version of "Heraldry" tucked under the visitor's arm, and continued to lower his head to transcribe the contents of an old book verbatim.

"No, this is my own." Green hid the book. This was something he left behind when he was still studying for a theology degree. It is still as good as new. "I came here to find the book."

The monk who is a part-time administrator naturally has a temperament that prefers communicating with books than people. He has no intention of hindering or providing convenience, "Please do as you please."

Behind it is a space far larger than the evidence room of the trial court. Rows of shelves are placed against support columns, and various carriers of text are placed unevenly above.

If I read it correctly, I also saw engravings inside. They were not rubbings, but original ones that had been removed from a building or some other object. I just found an empty space to put them there.

Before I came here, I thought it would be best to keep a low profile and leave as soon as I found relevant information. Now that I think about it, I probably overestimated my level.

The book I have been reviewing for two or three days is not even a table of contents.

Forced by the situation, the priest of the Tribunal gave up his plan to solve it on his own and asked in a low voice: "Where should I go to find books related to the early days of the kingdom?"

After the copyist monk copied the last letter of the word, he lifted the pen and placed it on the rim of the ink bottle beside him. He freed his hand and stretched it back. When Green wanted to thank him for pointing the direction, he swept half a circle sideways, covering the entire library.

“I’m sure you can find something of interest on most bookshelves, just like you can pick up conches on every beach.”

Yes, then I spent my whole life counting sand on the beach just like you.Green cursed secretly.

He should have thought that the people who could appear here were all those guys who were stunned by learning demons. They had a twisted hobby of reading dusty texts and a sense of superiority based on it, so that they lost the ability to integrate into normal society, so he Will be sent here.

It not only solves the need to manage the library, but also solves the employment troubles of this group of people, which is tormenting the people who come looking for books.

In Green's view, these people are closer to the most obsessed scholars than monks, or there is no clear boundary between the two.

But he didn't express his opinion. He just interrupted the other party's tendency to continue immersed in his own world in time. "I want to find some books about noble family lines. The sooner the better. Do you have any recommendations?"

"The sooner the better?"

The copying monk touched the top of his head, which had not been taken care of for a long time and had grown short green stubble hair again, and shouted among the bookshelves, "Hey, who is that? Someone wants to check the genealogy, the very early one." The other one looked like A guy who looked similar or even more shabby emerged from the depths of the library, waved to the visitor, and then walked inside without saying a word.

Green was stunned for a moment before realizing that he probably meant to follow, and he strode over the pages spread out to dry on the ground to chase after him.

In a very private corner of the library, a simple desk enjoys all the sunshine from the round window. A stack of manuscripts and a few old books are placed in random and unstable positions, as well as ink with the lid not closed. .

While he was sorting it out, Green took a closer look. They were names and patterns strung together by tree-like lines. They were traced with fine pens and interspersed with self-painted decorative patterns of characters and animals. They were very delicately done.

Parts of it have been colored in, making it a readable and beautiful map, and the jingling of full purses indicates that he has received considerable compensation from people who care about these things.

"It's just a living." The monk's explanation was not very convincing. "Which family in the kingdom do you want to know about?"

"I dare not say that the whole kingdom can at least have a piece of land and a surname by the Temu River. I can say a few words."

"all?"

"Well, it's not that exaggerated. At least it has to be somewhat famous. It can't be the kind of country farmer who can't even find his coat of arms."

"That's good." Green nodded, realizing that professional matters should be left to professionals. It makes sense to have a group of people who specialize in studying a seemingly meaningless subject.

"So which family do you want to know about?"

"No hurry, can I ask your name?"

"You can call me Marco."

"Okay, Marco, now in the name of the Inquisition, I ask you to swear that the content of the next inquiry is absolutely confidential. You are not allowed to reveal even a word intentionally or unintentionally. Otherwise, your soul will fall into hell and be burned by fire forever. Judgment Day is coming.”

The priest had a serious face, and his judgment-like tone, enhanced by his identity, reached a frightening level, "This is to avoid being used by the enemy of God to make us fall into irreparable guilt."

"Ah?" The monk was frightened by the sudden seriousness, and then realized that he had no right to refuse, "Yes, I swear, only we and Heavenly Father will know what happened here."

"Very well, please remember, I just came to chat with you today about a certain family's scandal, nothing happened."

"Yes, yes." The monk who was hit by the unexpected disaster responded repeatedly, hoping to get rid of this terrible guy from the Tribunal as soon as possible, and at the same time guessing which unlucky surname was going to be targeted.

"So which family's bloodline do you want to know?"

"The royal family."

"Huh?" The impatient, tangled and painful expression on his face that he had to do something due to the situation froze for a moment, showing confusion, and finally turned into a kind of awe out of misunderstanding.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in this, but I'm afraid it's a question with no perfect answer."

"why?"

"The royal bloodline is so luxuriant that the most complicated heraldic surface at the end even needs to be divided into dozens of pieces. And the branches that connect the trunk and the crown of the tree...it's embarrassing to say that many of them have not been clearly depicted."

It seems the professor may be right, at least partly.Green was noncommittal and motioned for the other party to continue speaking.

(End of this chapter)